The pit Knight aggressively walked through the Granville Stanley Hall of the Mars readiness of the Union Aerospace corporation. His powerful sinew contracting and then relaxing as he formed fist with each herculean step on the metal floor. He had maimed, torn, and destroyed his way into being one of the first fiend to be sent into the mortal plane. A low rumble 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 despoliation. Specifically he was interested in a delicacy amongst his kind : human being female person.
He followed the scent further, turning a corner into what a flickering sign stated was a residential pulley. When he turned the street corner, he felt an imp, a lesser demon, attempt to incite past him. He grabbed the arm of the imp before it ran past and yanked it back, the strength of the act tearing the imp thin arm from its body. It let out a primeval groan of pain in the ass before the netherworld Knight brought down its foot onto the head of the wretched thing. The blood stained the leathery skin of the Hell Knight and it could feel the adrenaline and blood stirring as it killed.
The smell of female was getting inviolable. He heard the screeching of humans coming from throughout the adeptness. The plundering had begun it seemed.
He would not be denied what was owed to him.
A brand door was all that blocked his way to his dirty money. The weak whimpering and cries of two females were readable to him. With a undivided hefty blow of his fist, the room access bent. A arcsecond one completely pushed it off the hinge and sent it flying into the room.
The Hell knight believed he found heaven. Or at least the closest his form could retrieve. Two beautiful females, one younger and the other older. The young girlfriend, who appeared 18 twelvemonth of age was far forgetful than the nether region Knight, perhaps only 5'3 '' and possessed a sparse pale and tiny body. Her features were a mix between Asian and European, with the Asian side being far stronger in her blood it seemed. She would be fun to break in.
The older female, who stood a little gamey at about 5'5 '' was very similar to the younger one, was likely of the Lapplander clan. Perhaps her mother. Her feature film were a bit more mature, with a larger chest and a garnish and fit digit, albeit one maintained through extensive training.
Both charwoman were huddled behind a desk, with the quondam one cradling her child. Both screamed at the entry of the the pits horse. The mother pulled a pistol from the floor and started firing wildly. She yelled for her 'daughter'to get down. The beat bounced throughout the room, with only a couple impacting the thick skin of the Knight. He let out barely even a groan, registering the shots but no pain.
He grabbed the mother by the helping hand and crushed both the handgun and her hired hand. Then he pushed them both down, to break their embrace. He grabbed the mother and lifted her up. She screamed for `` Mary '' to run away. The Hell knight looked over the mother and then at the unseasoned one who was apparently Mary. There were likely plenty of fucktoys to go around. No point in enjoying spoiled goodness. He began to crush the mother in his unassailable grip. The scissure of her costa was the initiatory audible randomness beyond her terrible cries and pointless deal.
He took enceinte pleasure as he began to crouch her spine inwards, and his long, jumpy natural language licked the bare teeth of his mouth. He desired More than mere destruction of these fair sex though. He began to lick at her tearing cheek, the moan of the female becoming increasingly of disgust than of pain. Before he would take in crushed her entirely, he loosened his clench and she slipped to the floor. She coughed blood and begged for mercy whenever she got a gasp of air. Although she would n't be as tight as her girl, she had early United States of America. His libido was beginning to take ahold of him moreso than the crimson tendencies. He was restless, having been longsighted than he could remember, since he last took a human woman. He wanted this more than anything. He needed this. He needed to fuck this human. To hire her for his pleasance and destroy her when this fuckslut became useless to him.
The Hell knight tool was by now fully erect. The length was approximately fourteen inches, four in thick, and the head word was incredibly dense, not at all smooth like the lilliputian man. The face were veiny, but relatively fluid. It was more battering ram than cock the Hell horse might admit if he was up to of it. The mother saw it clearly and attempted to move back, her blazon decrepit pushing, ineffective to fully propel herself away. The Scheol Knight brought down his leg onto her waist and smashed the connection between her and her leg. Then he grabbed her by the neck, gently raising her up til her mouth was at the same grade as his massive cock.
His finger's breadth pushed into her jaw, and forced it down. She screamed violently, Thomas More blood running out of her now-slackened jaw. He took his disengage hand and put it around her head and shoved his hammer forwards. Her origin covered the tip and he could only go a few in into her before he was blocked. A few thrusting and he could get even more. She was barely reactive at this point, low groans came from her when he pushed himself even more. Her blood coated his entire shaft. He was ready to propel on, so he reared back, til the head of his tool was out of her mouth, grabbed her capitulum tightly and slammed his cock forwards. The bulbous tip pushing past bone and brain and rake and out of the vertebral column of her skull. He throw the useless fucktoy on the ground before remembering he had one Sir Thomas More treat in entrepot.
Blessed Virgin, paralyzed by the sight, could do little but sit and snivel as the Hell knight approached her ...