Thread: A Warlock's New Pet-Speriment. (Sango x Viktoff Samson)

Wet, meaty sounds closely echo behind feminine grunts and coughs completely stifled by a wholesomely fill throat. Deep within a black tower beneath a clouded summer nigh sky, an engagement continues without candle light as a humanoid woman's face is forced down several inches of a giant engorged and vigorous cock. The source of light that reveals her shape was her red glowing eyes that highlighted her bleeding black mascara, her fat cock-sucking lips and the near countless inches of his glossy almost bull-ish member just as well as her crippling fear. Her eyes would gravitate from his face, shrouded in black despite her short-lived ability to see in the dark, and her poultry attempt to fit more that just a tenth of his unreal and pulsing length past her lips and down her once-shrieking throat. In a twisted sort of way, he aided her with his muscular forearms pulling in his direction with his powerful fists wrapped around her horns that were also skewed by the room's almost living darkness. Matching the sounds of a pair of bodies locked in 'love'-making, would be her throaty sounds of her own participation being entirely forced by his imposing body. Suddenly it all came to a stop as her black-beaded red eyes gathered with hatred where she assumed his eyes would be. His deep sigh surrounded her, as though he were the room itself. A succubus whose holes are too loose, and her technique too pathetic to get me off. You're... a waste. He spoke down to her, both literally and with the meaning of his words. Just as she began to find hope as he gradually pulled her used throat and mouth off his forearm-thick impossible cock, his right hand would leave her horn and take to her throat. The beaded pair of fearful demonic eyes shot down to his large hand that wrapped and crushed her windpipe, highlighting her large breasts and their deep-red nipples. Like this, it was possible to discern the fact that her quivering and healthy feminine body was actually bright red despite the color of her eyes potentially masking her original skin color. As he'd raise his arm as easily as he carried nothing but air itself, her body followed suit with her throat being crushed within his grip. Her black-stained tears now traced down her cheeks as her glowing eyes and their black beads drifted upward to light the ceiling. The glow of her eyes grew almost directly contradicting how the world around her grew fuzzier as her life flooded out from her body. Her small hands and almost muscle-less arms put up an entirely pathetic attempt at holding his own arm. It was actually a little difficult to tell if she was even fighting at all to suck in just one more breath of air as he raised her just a little higher to the maximum height achievable by his arm alone without him standing. Like this, as he sat upon some marble-like stone throne, her hips were raised off the ground as her black tail thrashed upon the ground like a whip guided only by panic. Her perfect skin that seemed impossible to peer upon without touching spanned down her curvy body and over her wide breeding hips down to the line were her bushy cunt would rest between her clearly soaked thighs. From this point onward, she had the legs and clomping hooves of a black goat. Various tattoos that adorned her limbs began to glow bright and as violently as the act that was claiming her life. A final air-less shriek soundlessly vibrated between his powerful hand as the demoness and her lustful body burst into a black cloud and faded. Just before the final second of her existence, it was debatable if her face was still consumed by fear or written too convincingly with a frightening mind-shattering pleasure only a masochist cold derive from this act. With the smoke exiting the nearest window to finishing fading into nothing, all that remained to tell of her existence was a thin lengthy red crystal within his palm. A shame. His almost leathery textured voice filled the room again. Now I'll have to cook up another hot wet hole to unload my heavy balls in. Any ideas? He seemed to extend this question to an empty room as his voice echoed throughout the massive spire. Numerous pairs of red eyes opened throughout the dark cavernous winding stair case that lined the walls of the spire from the uppermost floor where his throne sat, down to the bottom floor where an open twin-pair of doors lead out to a vast and empty landscape above the mountains lit only by moonlight. Black butterflies fluttered out from the openings of the stone spire that served as it's windows, beating their wings to service-ably hover across the tree tops of a black forest that surrounded the spire. They roamed east towards a treacherous stone path that would allow a traveler on foot to climb the mountains' tall sides and gain access to that haunting forest. It wouldn't be long until the sun would rise and the chilling night air would once again be welcoming to human lungs.