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He looked down on her and she could see her own tear-streaked face reflected in the glass. “There, now my hands are free and I can keep one eye on you and one eye on them—a figure of speech, of course.” “You’re insane,” she hissed. “On the contrary. Those who live in fear, those who break in the face of pain, they are the insane, as their minds are too weak to understand true control, true willpower. The gods bow to the power of fate, but fate bends to the will of man, and by my will, all of creation will be eclipsed. Besides, the loss of an eye is nothing compared to what I will soon gain.” He then removed his clothes, and seeing him in the nude, the woman gasped. chubby He was even more muscular than she first thought, chiseled, even, but from head to toe, he was covered in scars, burns, and permanent bruises. He climbed onto the altar, kneeling between her spread legs. The moonlight shined on his back, while she was kept in his shadow. He brushed his thumb along one of her cuts and then across her lips, reddening them with her blood like lipstick. “Tell me, do you feel alive? Do you feel the power of your soul surging through you, the warmth of your blood permeating every cell? Do you feel the hardness of the stone, the bite of the rusty chains, the chill of the night air lapping at your skin? Savor those sensations, the bliss and the pain, for they are more precious than you realize.” He then forced himself inside her, offering her no warning or mercy. She cried out from the brutal penetration, feeling like his manhood was poisoning her. The sanctum of her body had been violated, her will and freedom ripped away. Hours ago, she had hoped, desired, to feel his cock subjugate her, for him to take her as he would, but that was back when she just thought he was an interesting man. Now she couldn’t tell who the true monster was; the undead abominations circling around them, or the man with a soul blacker than she ever thought possible. Once the man entered her, the demons around them gave shrieks that chilled her blood and gripped her heart, shrieks not meant for mortal ears. The arrogance of this human, it enraged them beyond measure, to fornicate before the incarnations of death and upon the bones of their broken vessels. They wished to strike, to extinguish the indian spark of life within him and teach him the meaning of despair, but a single glance into the mirror of that coin would mean banishment to Purgatory. The man wasted no time in initiating a rhythm, thrusting into her with machine-like movements. She tried to stay silent, to maintain what little pride she had, but his impacts were stronger than she had anticipated. The force alone was crushing her, every thrust like the strike of a battering ram, and the speed left her no room to recuperate, but more than that, it was the precision in which he attacked her. His strikes were precise, hitting all the walls in perfect order like he was jabbing pressure points. The man leaned down to steal a kiss, and this time the woman didn’t bother trying to resist him, even when his tongue again violated her. If anything, she hoped to trap him there, to bite his tongue off and let him bleed to death. It was agony, not just the humiliation, but the sight of her face reflected in the mirror. The face she was making, the way she blushed, was that really what she looked like? They could both see it, what he was doing to her. Her will was beginning to crumble, her body giving in and reacting to the physical sensations. She wasn’t sure how long she could resist him if he kept this up. Any more stimulation would break her. It seemed that the man knew this. He sat up, not even pausing his strokes while he looked in all directions, forcing back the demons with the coin in his eye socket. His head then lowered once again as his lips returned to her breasts, striking her from two fronts. “Momo, you got the food ready?” Then when he pressed his nose deep into her crotch from behind, she caught her breath. He loved the sound of a bitch moaning on the end of his cock. “Ah, welcome back,” said Dr. Lawrence. “Dong, I’m really sorry that I chubby have offended your father. It wasn't long when I finally came filling her with my cum as she just laid there . I watched her close her eyes then fall asleep as my cock softened in side her.I kissed her running my hand down her face to her chest.I kinda worried I have never had a woman pass out on me during sex.I felt her heart and her pulse was good , so I just pulled out. Mel took him all the way in, and he expanded inside her to his full length. I moved my head back and started to probe one finger into her ass, teasing her very tight hole. They let people read the article and draw their own conclusion. After I wiped the cum from my cock off onto his face, I rubbed his face in the mirror, too, so that he was covered in his own cum, as well. “Stay here and hide.” I said, scratching her ear. "I noticed a cluster of islands on the map not very far when the storm hit us, this might be it" he said with uncertainty. "GODDAMNIT!" My cock indian was already hard and straining the material of my shorts, eager to be released and pleasured!