Marked By Hell
Her thighs quivered, locked around his waist, pulling him deeper despite the agony, her submissive body craving the destruction he wrought.
"Gonna fill you up," Malachor snarled, his voice a guttural rumble that vibrated through her bones. His claws flexed in her wrists, digging deeper, twisting the flesh. Elizabeth whimpered, her pussy clenching around him involuntarily, the torn edges of her entrance sucking at his girth as if begging for more abuse.
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