The Hell horse aggressively walked through the halls of the Mars readiness of the join Aerospace Corporation. His powerful heftiness contracting and then relaxing as he formed fists with each powerful step on the metal flooring. He had maimed, torn, and destroyed his way into being one of the first fiend to be sent into the mortal plane. A low grumble escaped his jaw. His anterior naris flared as he took in a rarely known olfactory property to demonkind. As one of the first Hell horse he was entitled to his share of the spoiling. Specifically he was interested in a delicacy amongst his kind : human females.
He followed the aroma further, turning a corner into what a flutter sign stated was a residential block. When he turned the niche, he felt an imp, a lesser demon, attempt to make a motion past him. He grabbed the arm of the imp before it ran past and yanked it back, the forte of the act tearing the rapscallion slim down arm from its body. It let out a central moan of pain before the Hell Knight brought down its foot onto the head of the pitiful thing. The blood stained the leathery skin of the underworld knight and it could feel the adrenaline and blood stirring as it killed.
The feeling of females was getting stronger. He heard the screams of humans coming from throughout the readiness. The plundering had begun it seemed.
He would not be denied what was owed to him.
A steel door was all that blocked his way to his dirty money. The watery whimpering and cries of two female person were unclouded to him. With a one powerful puff of his fist, the threshold bent. A bit one completely pushed it off the flexible joint and sent it flying into the room.
The the pits Knight believed he found heaven. Or at least the tightlipped his variety could find. Two beautiful females, one untried and the other older. The new girl, who appeared 18 eld of age was far shorter than the Hell Knight, perhaps only 5'3 '' and possessed a thin pale and bantam dead body. Her feature were a mix between Asiatic and European, with the Asian side being far stronger in her descent it seemed. She would be fun to break in.
The older female, who stood a little higher at about 5'5 '' was very similar to the younger one, was likely of the Lapplander kin. Perhaps her female parent. Her features were a bit more mature, with a with child chest of drawers and a prune and fit figure, albeit one maintained through extensive grooming.
Both adult female were huddled behind a desk, with the older one cradling her fry. Both screamed at the entering of the Hell knight. The mother pulled a pistol from the story and started firing wildly. She yelled for her 'daughter'to get down. The rung bounced throughout the room, with only a duad impacting the thick skin of the knight. He let out barely even a groan, registering the shots but no painful sensation.
He grabbed the mother by the hand and crushed both the pistol and her handwriting. Then he pushed them both down, to dampen their embrace. He grabbed the mother and lifted her up. She screamed for `` The Virgin '' to run away. The Hell Knight looked over the female parent and then at the younger one who was apparently The Virgin. There were in all likelihood plenty of fucktoys to go around. No point in enjoying cocker good. He began to vanquish the mother in his stiff suitcase. The crack of her rib was the starting time audible interference beyond her irritating cry and pointless bargain.
He took great pleasure as he began to bend her thorn inwards, and his long, rough tongue licked the bare dentition of his mouth. He desired more than bare destruction of these charwoman though. He began to cream at her tearing face, the groans of the distaff becoming increasingly of disgust than of botheration. Before he would sustain crushed her entirely, he loosened his bag and she slipped to the floor. She coughed descent and begged for clemency whenever she got a pant of air. Although she would n't be as tight as her daughter, she had other function. His libido was beginning to shoot ahold of him moreso than the crimson tendency. He was restless, having been tenacious than he could commemorate, since he last took a homo woman. He wanted this more than anything. He needed this. He needed to fuck this man. To take her for his delight and destroy her when this fuckslut became useless to him.
The blaze horse cock was by now fully erect. The length was approximately fourteen inch, four column inch thick, and the head was incredibly dense, not at all smooth like the bantam humanity. The position were veiny, but relatively fluid. It was more battering ram than strut the Hell Knight might admit if he was capable of it. The mother saw it clearly and attempted to move back, her arms feeble pushing, unable to fully proceed herself away. The snake pit knight brought down his leg onto her waistline and smashed the connection between her and her legs. Then he grabbed her by the neck, gently raising her up til her sassing was at the same degree as his monolithic cock.
His fingerbreadth pushed into her jaw, and forced it down. She screamed violently, more blood running out of her now-slackened jaw. He took his exempt bridge player and put it around her head and shoved his tool forwards. Her blood covered the tip and he could only go a few column inch into her before he was blocked. A few thrusts and he could get even more. She was barely responsive at this point, low groans came from her when he pushed himself even more. Her bloodline coated his entire cock. He was set to be active on, so he reared back, til the head of his cock was out of her mouth, grabbed her top dog tightly and slammed his cock forwards. The protuberant tip pushing past bone and Einstein and blood and out of the binding of her skull. He throw the useless fucktoy on the ground before remembering he had one Sir Thomas More treat in entrepot.
Mary, paralyzed by the heap, could do little but sit and sniffle as the Inferno Knight approached her ...