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Gasping and crying out in pleasure, she replied between her moans suturingly, " Your..di..dick..oh..Fuck..." She gasped out loudly when he suddenly pulled out his fingers and replaced the empty spot with his manhood. Without wasting no more words, Blake started pounding inside her relentlessly. Veronica's moans started to get louder as he pushed in an out of her vagina. Inserting his full length and coming out to rub on her entrance teasingly, the pleasure was too much for Veronica. Her own hands reached out to pinch on her nipples as her bossoms were still covered with her shirt.

LAZZARO That girl. The way she stitched me, the way she looked at me while at it was fucking sexy. I had almost lost control, and it took everything within me to hold back. I never force my way with women. I might be a devil, but I wasn’t that monstrous.

Just then, a guy with curly hair dressed in a pink suit rushed in with another guy that was badly bruised. Aryan almost choked at the sight. “You look beautiful baby.” Mr. Dhanial said to the already half-dead person. “Forgive me boss, it was not intentional.” The guy pleaded. Aryan felt pity towards him but knew whatever it was, the guy was going to die. Just as he predicted, Mr. Dhanial gave the ruthless orders. “Put him in the grinding machine and sell his blood to Mr. Iglesias from Italy for ten million dollars.”

In the middle of the night, a fiery chariot came to a stop in the firmament, on the chariot stood a Celestia beauty, his long white hair was adorned with a majestic golden crown carved into the shape of of the sun, the white dress he wore danced to the tune of the night wind, it shone in the dark night as his body radiates the sun. Zeus cast his glowing eyes on his three sons whose appearance screams the aftermath of war, muscular bodies scathe with bad slashes , batters and bruises of all shapes, the eyes of this three young men were the color of blood tinted with stubbornness and anger will a strong hatred carefully sandwiched between them. Their surroundings were marred by the aftermath o

But he had to stick to his plans. He wanted to use Colter as a catalyst for the downfall of the kingdom, Vergil would be a bonus if he could be corrupted as well. “But that one was called the torrential ocean for a reason” Dyron thought, remembering how Vergil had easily fought through his horde of creatures years ago. “He is hard to corrupt, for he is as deep and scary as an ocean.” Finally noticing that the Vultures were finished with their meal, he turned to them with sweet eyes and a sweeter smile.

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

His wings were out, the deep navy of them contrasting with his olive skin and light hair. Devon had stationed himself behind me, far behind, aiming at and taking out many Nephilim before I could even get my hands on them. As soon as one was identified as a threat he was on it. Which is why when I didn’t notice this guy getting shot I turned around quickly to check on him. A Nephilim had Devon in his grip, his big hand around his throat as he dangled there. No, No! I screamed in my head as I bolted toward him, leaving the giant Nephilim behind and no doubt a little confused. As I watched Devon’s feet thrash and kick, his hands desperately trying to pull off the Nephilims hand as his face turn

“I won’t go back! I won’t!” Lorenzo’s wicked smile stretched even wider. “You don’t have a choice,” he whispered. “In fact… guess who is very interested in buying the Scarlet Veil?” My blood froze. The way he smiled… “Señor Ignacio Valverde.” I gasped in horror. My knees buckled as I collapsed to the floor. Ignacio Valverde. The Devil himself! The man was rumoured to break women’s bones for fun, kept teenage girls locked in underground rooms for his pleasure, cut off fingers when someone displeased him, and fed traitors to his vicious dogs… alive.

With his arms now free, the young man directs his hands to the third beauty still 'sleeping' at his chest, more precisely to her buttocks, grabbing each of her buttcheeks and squishing the supple meat in his hands. "Hmmmm…" Letting a throaty moan, the third beauty opens her eyes and looks up to the young man's face. Her deep purple eyes, that were slowly changing to pink color, expressed just one feeling at that moment, hunger. And not the one for food. Those eyes, combined with her long black hair that was arranged in twin tails, and the bountiful E-cup breasts pressed against the young man's chest, gave her a very devilish beauty. Her name, Serafall Sitri Leviathan, the only female member