Marked By Hell
Her full breasts heaved with each impact, nipples scraping against his chest, hard and aching for more abuse.
Without warning, Malachor released her neck, his mouth pulling away with a wet pop. Blood smeared his lips, dark and glistening in the faint moonlight filtering through the vines.
He grabbed one of her breasts in his massive clawed hand, squeezing hard enough to make her cry out. Pain exploded, his talons pricking the skin, drawing pinpricks of blood that beaded on her flesh.
"Scream for me, little human," he snarled, twisting her nipple between his thumb and claw, the sharp sting making her flutter around his cock.
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