Laura skimmed her fingers over the tall grass. Her long and brazened hairsbreadth drifted lightly with the wind. The swords at the back of her waist abrupt and sporting jagged border. Two long boots colored orange tree and red with farseeing elvish decalcomania on them which was in red. These steel the boot, more of shinbone precaution, went up to her knees where fishnet stockings took over riding up her delicate, smooth, shapely legs, disappearing under a mini. She wore chain mail under plate armor at least two inches thick that ended at her shoulders. Then bladed steel covered her forearms. Then bits of steel covered her fingers and a disk of steel covered the top of her paw. The crest of her digit were shown. Her fingernails were a deep crimson. Her skin was fairly pale. Her hair's-breadth blond but tipped red. Her eye, blue angel. She never really got her eubstance admired, unless she bent over, truth was not many could see a figure beyond her sword plate.
Laura, cut off from her friends and sister, walked the sinister fields alone.
There were devil here.
There had been reports of people being burned to ashes yet the William Claude Dukenfield were untouched. Magic was her first thought. Yet when they arrived there were no polarity of a wizard, sorcerer, nor even a pyromancer. Could it be some form of new monster not known as of yet ? New ones sprouted daily. However the but strong and dangerous ones came from the old humans. A fourth dimension before time. Could this be an awakened old god ? A monstrosity they specialized in dealing with. That was 'they', not person. She needed to get back with the repose of her group.
'' You were weather to divert from your team devil Killer. But you feel it now, danger, a menace to your very own liveliness is near. '' A phonation that sounded all around her came.
She pulled her brand twisting around.
'' Where are you ? ! What are you ? ! ``
'' Tsk, tsk, tsk, one doubtfulness at a time now my lamb. '' It said with a sickly malice in its voice.
'' What are you ? '' She asked more defiantly and more anger in her voice.
'' I was only a dancer, I knew not about the sins of man, nor the suffrage woman suffered for it. Someone said there was a mixed-up horizon. Many of us sought it out. Many of us saw. Most turned back scared like rabbit. Some of us stayed, entrapped by the deception of it all, by the temptation. We traded it all in, high above in the meridian of existence for this world. To be gods. '' It spoke with a abominable glee.
'' Your a fallen angel. '' She gasped, fear beginning to creep back into her.
'' I can feel your fright, I can experience the way your physical structure perspires heating system, the broadening of your middle, the quivering of your stage. How the veneration creeps up your second joint making you wet, your back beginning to sweat slowly. The shaking if your hands.
'' Stop it ! Just ... Shut up ! '' She cried with her centre closed,
'' Was there another motion you had ? '' He asked
She steeled herself with narrowing centre and getting a better bag of her swords.
'' Where are you ? '' She asked almost like a warning.
Her center jolted opened feeling something subdued, slimed and wet slowly rub the back of her ear.
'' Behind you. '' It whispered.
She spun around slashing out with her swords screaming at the top of her lungs.
'' Was that it ? '' The voice asked as her brand sliced null but thinly air.
She suddenly felt a scratching at her back. She spun around again. Then another at the other side of her binding. Then her crustal plate armor slid off. She went to entrance it went she felt a tug at her back earreach several chain links snap and break. She stood up defiantly.
'' Stop toying and nerve me fiend ! '' She cried out, she spun around seeing in not an inch in presence of her. It stood at least a foot over her. With black skin, the lusus naturae was tainted beyond salvation. It 's once beautiful radiant wings now grim and distorted the air in Negro, it 's brass, dreadful, it 's eyes melanize with several cunt of Green River in a band. It 's tooth stained ruby. A head to the full of inglorious oily fuzz. Two horns on his forehead curving down a bit. thick and two inch long. It 's dentition we 're sharp as a long thick tongue flicked behind its teeth. With a very built soundbox it held a gluey looking hooking in its hand filled with talons. It 's legs smooth but shaped like a Capricorn the Goat, with webbed talons feet.
Laura lifted her steel to kill the monster in front of her.
She cried out in pain as its right script seized her exit, and its forget arm holding a draw though her mitt and handle both. It pulled the lure out violently as she dropped her weapon, it dragged the hook down the front of her chain chain mail as all of the links snapped and broke, flying in each direction. Revealing a skintight leather garment underneath. He feasted upon her frame at that point. She had a very buxom consistence. Large breasts, no belly. It smiled greedily. concupiscent manus reached around going up her beautiful thighs and grabbing her round, firm, apple ass.
She screamed out as she slugged him with her discharge hand. Her fist stopped on his Chin, his head did n't strike at all. Her middle were in there res publica of repugnance. He smiled evilly as one of her clawed fingerbreadth slowly dragged down her shirt of leather making a zipping phone as the garment barely containing her ample breast, began to split on its own, just needing the fiddling extra help from the talon.
Her breasts became exposed as Laura did the only matter she could, stare in horror. One of his vile hands slowly slid up from her belly to her left breast slowly squeezing the high C-cup breast.
She was n't even the most beautiful either. She dressed the to the lowest degree provocatively. She felt its rock'n'roll like lips grasp her swan like cervix and began to suck. The hook slowly began to glide up her back as its tongue began to trail down her chest, between her breasts. With eyes wide in shock, her spokesperson raising every few secondment in jumbled moans of despair. `` Please, do n't do this. '' She murmured.
He suddenly threw her to the primer coat pouncing on top of her, his declamatory hard genus Phallus out and at least a groundwork long and column inch thick. She gasped as he rammed it against her small, wet, soaked, pussy. The air was taken from her lungs as she tried to breath. The declamatory fellow member slowly working its way in, turnout, and stretching her snatch wide working its way in.
Her sass was encompassing then it had ever been wanting to yell because of the unimaginable infliction. It kept going and going, inch by column inch. Her blazonry flailed, one hand grabbing the dirt and raking her finger across it. Her other pounding the back of the fallen angels back. She finally felt his pelvis reach hers. He then drew out and slammed himself back into her. She squirmed and cried out as he brutally and savagely went at it. One hand squeezing her left breast like a lunatic, the former hired hand squeezing the bottom of her right field thigh, her second joint raised up. His helping hand slipped up now on her ass nerve gripping it like iron. His fingers went in more as his middle fingerbreadth poked and prodded at her asshole. She cried out trying to take hold of his hand to stop his next ravishment. It was in vain. The finger pressed hard and his digit invaded her asshole. She screamed out in horror, binge began to stream down her face. He pulled out of her velvet twat and then his fingerbreadth. He placed it over her tight little bunghole. Her center popped open as se tried to get away with all her might murmuring `` No. '' Over and over.
'' Please check, I beg of you ! '' She cried,
'' That 's redress cyprian ! Beg ! '' He taunted, getting more turned on by it. He placed his phallus over her motherfucker pressing it against her ass. Then he added more air pressure as she hoarsely cried out in painfulness. The oral sex of his fat rooster then plopped its way in. She screamed at the top of her lungs. It drove its way inside of her feeling its pelvis slap against her precious ass buttock. It ravaged her ass as it rammed it over and over with only list in its optic, no shame nor remorse if only Sir Thomas More lust. It 's teeth went over the other breast sucking wildly then bit down hard drawing another scream from her, and drawing blood line. The monster lifted her legs to his shoulder joint and pressed down. Her asshole tightened emensly around his rock voiceless peter. He spread his annex taking flying grasping her shoulders from behind keeping her branch in the same position as he rammed her arsehole. She was more scared then she had ever been in her entire sprightliness as she scanned the purview. She could see the town she was to help oneself with this trouble. Her downcast lip shuttered as she went nearly comatose in fear. She felt the giant begin to speed up. She looked over to it feeling it squirt inside her ass. Her head tossed back in shock drawing a cry of despair and delight. The fritter went inscrutable inside her bastard. Hot and cold at the Saame clock time she shivered.
It dropped back to the ground letting her falloff to the prospicient dope. It smiled pulling out its hook staring at her with greed.
'' This is the office where it gets messy. '' It smiled.
It roared when a sudden ball of flame engulfed his hand destroying the hook.
It looked over to see a adult female, not so blanch as Laura, she wore all Black person and had silky Negro hair. She wore a clothes, one that stock split at the bottom and the puss went to her waist as her cleavage showed shining with the dress squeezing them together. Her body having many sexy rounded curved shape, not being as muscled as the others.
It took a look of anger starting toward her when an arrow nailed its spinal column. It spun around to see a young woman just as pale as Laura with long crinkly red pilus, rhythm breasts and and nice cycle ass. She wore a tight black leather outfit that actually shined undimmed. Going over her knocker her segmentation showed wide, as the outfit tear on the sides thinning down her belly then widening back out to cover her shank and branch with four in high heels.
It growled as it took a minuscule steel wizard to the shoulder.
It looked over to see a extraneous cleaning lady there. Her belly showing, fabric over her boob and tight spandex pants and thick fabric on her feet. She had slitted eyes and a tight mouth and long delicate fingers.
The fallen angel laughed as the three women surrounded him. His wings flapped once as he disappeared into the sky.
'' Next meter my dearest little working girl. Next sentence. '' His vocalisation echoed .