Damien Thorn South Park Novels & Stories

“Any word from the northern scouts?” “Nothing yet,” Thorne replied. “Which means either they haven’t found Damien — or they’re dead.” Her stomach twisted, but she didn’t let it show. “We’ll find him before he strikes again.” Thorne gave a short, humorless laugh. “You sound like Kieran.” The words hit her with an ache of pride and longing. “He’s rubbing off on me.” “Yeah, you’ve got the same scary eyes when you give orders,” Thorne muttered, though there was a flicker of amusement in his tone.

Sophia’s eyes widened in panic as she realized what was happening. Damian Blackthorn shoved her onto the bed. “Time to make you internet famous, you Kane whore.” They hit record. Damian fisted her hair and rammed his thick, veiny cock straight down her throat in one savage thrust. The fat head battered her tonsils, forcing her to gag violently. Thick, stringy throat slime exploded from the corners of her stretched lips, dripping in heavy ropes onto her tits. The camera zoomed in mercilessly, capturing every bulge in her neck and the way her eyes rolled back.

Damien added, turning toward the stairs. “Should I start heading there now, boss?” Thorne asked carefully. Damien paused, his frown cutting sharper than any shout. “Was that supposed to be a question?” Thorne stiffened. “No, boss.” Without another word, he walked out, leaving the others with the boss. Then Damien’s gaze landed on Graves, and for a fleeting second his chest tightened. The memory of Lila’s eyes lighting up when she’d spoken Graves’s name earlier that night struck him harder than he cared to admit.