The Hell Knight aggressively walked through the halls of the defect readiness of the Union Aerospace corporation. His powerful muscles contracting and then relaxing as he formed fist with each mighty tone on the alloy flooring. He had maimed, torn, and destroyed his way into being one of the first daimon to be sent into the individual plane. A low grumble escaped his jaw. His nostrils flared as he took in a rarely known scent to demonkind. As one of the first Hell Knights he was entitled to his ploughshare of the spoiling. Specifically he was interested in a delicacy amongst his sort : human females.
He followed the aroma further, turning a street corner into what a flickering sign stated was a residential block. When he turned the recession, he felt an imp, a less devil, attempt to act past him. He grabbed the arm of the imp before it ran past and yanked it back, the strength of the act tearing the imps thin arm from its eubstance. It let out a primal moan of pain before the Hell horse brought down its foot onto the promontory of the wretched thing. The rakehell stained the leathery peel of the Hell horse and it could feel the adrenaline and blood inspiration as it killed.
The olfactory sensation of females was getting stronger. He heard the screams of humans coming from throughout the facility. The pillaging had begun it seemed.
He would not be denied what was owed to him.
A steel doorway was all that blocked his way to his booty. The weak whimpering and watchword of two female person were clear to him. With a exclusive sinewy nose candy of his fist, the door bent. A second 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 stuffy his kind could come up. Two beautiful female, one unseasoned and the other older. The youthful girl, who appeared 18 years of age was far little than the Hell knight, perhaps only 5'3 '' and possessed a lose weight pale and bantam eubstance. Her features were a mix between Asian and European, with the Asiatic side being far stronger in her lineage it seemed. She would be fun to break in.
The onetime female, who stood a little higher at about 5'5 '' was very standardized to the younger one, was likely of the Lapp clan. Perhaps her mother. Her lineament were a bit more mature, with a magnanimous chest and a trim and fit shape, albeit one maintained through wide training.
Both women were huddled behind a desk, with the senior one cradling her child. Both screamed at the entry of the Hell horse. The mother pulled a side arm from the floor and started firing wildly. She yelled for her 'daughter'to get down. The round 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 script and crushed both the pistol and her hand. Then he pushed them both down, to wear out their bosom. He grabbed the mother and lifted her up. She screamed for `` Mary '' to run away. The Inferno knight looked over the mother and then at the younger one who was apparently Mary. There were likely plenty of fucktoys to go around. No point in enjoying rape goodness. He began to crushed the mother in his strong grip. The pass of her costa was the first audible stochasticity beyond her painful battle cry and pointless bargains.
He took smashing pleasure as he began to turn her back inwards, and his tenacious, rough tongue licked the bare teeth of his rima oris. He desired to a greater extent than mere destruction of these women though. He began to clobber at her tearing aspect, the moan of the female becoming increasingly of disgust than of pain. Before he would hold crushed her entirely, he loosened his grip and she slipped to the floor. She coughed blood and begged for mercifulness whenever she got a gasp of air. Although she would n't be as blotto as her daughter, she had former manipulation. His libido was beginning to take ahold of him moreso than the violent propensity. He was restless, having been foresightful than he could call back, since he finally took a human woman. He wanted this more than anything. He needed this. He needed to fuck this human. To take her for his pleasure and put down her when this fuckslut became useless to him.
The Hell horse cock was by now fully erect. The length was approximately fourteen inches, four in thick, and the head was incredibly dense, not at all smooth like the tiny humans. The incline were veiny, but relatively smooth. It was more battering ram than cock the the pits knight might admit if he was capable of it. The female parent saw it clearly and attempted to move back, her arms weakly pushing, unable to fully locomote herself away. The sin horse brought down his leg onto her shank and smashed the connection between her and her legs. Then he grabbed her by the cervix, gently raising her up til her oral cavity was at the same level as his monumental cock.
His finger pushed into her jaw, and forced it down. She screamed violently, more descent running out of her now-slackened jaw. He took his detached deal and put it around her head and shoved his cock forwards. Her blood covered the tip and he could only go a few inches into her before he was blocked. A few thrusts and he could get even more. She was barely responsive at this tip, low moan came from her when he pushed himself even more. Her blood coated his entire cock. He was set to run on, so he reared back, til the head of his shaft was out of her rima oris, grabbed her head tightly and slammed his cock forwards. The bulging tip pushing past bone and brain and rip and out of the rachis of her skull. He throw the useless fucktoy on the ground before remembering he had one more treat in store.
Mary, paralyzed by the heap, could do little but sit and sniveling as the Hades knight approached her ...