@darklyhunt
Taki had never fought so hard to keep her mouth shut in her life. Every thrust of the demon’s enormous cock inside her caused her to moan in the depths of her throat. Thankfully, Riley had politely suggested stuffing her underwear in her mouth to deal with the noticeable sound of the slapping of skin. Lest they be heard outside the lavish public bathroom in the foyer of the office building.
This was her karma, it so seemed, for failing to kill the Cambion when the chance was presented. It was only a few days ago that Taki had hunted the demon, now, she was bent over the disabled assistance bar of the toilet, Riley’s enormous cock plunging inside her with increasing passion. God help the ninja, she was incredibly wet, lubricating the phallus with each thrust and helping echo the slick sound.
Worst of all, Taki was addicted. She had failed, and this was her punishment.
Furious – a pallid word to describe the cambion. You don’t just try to kill someone based on their blood. (You don’t just try and kill anyone, generally.) That was – a Hitler kinda thing to do. So Riley felt no shame in twisting her little weave around Taki. Though not a conscious act, her taking of the ninja in that park had left her indelible mark. Weak on some, strong on others, but enforcing her own subtle compulsion on them both.
That didn’t mean Riley had to be nice about it. Oh, and she had no intention of geniality. Her nails callously ripped the skintight fabric in twain, exposing Taki’s overgenerous chest and grabbing hold of it as further leverage. While a more sadistic sort might prefer anal sex, no. If the ninja came a-crawling on hands and knees, all but begging, Riley thought Taki should like it too. Mauling her fat breasts as her nails pressed into the giving flesh, the cambion felt words slip from her lips. The honest, unfettered truths of this world – that Taki belonged to her, now.
And, then, just to seal the deal -- a grin slipped free, and without missing a beat of her carnal rhythm, Riley reached into her pocket, grabbed her phone. Camera. Leaning forward languidly across pale flesh, and not before offering the ninja’s firm ass a slap, the cambion took hold of Taki’s ponytail, jerked her head up to look into the camera. What a picture they made. “Say cheese.”
