Marked By Hell
His body weight crushed her into the altar, his cock—glistening with her blood and cum—slapping against her inner thigh, hot and insistent.
Malachor's head dipped low, fangs bared in a wicked grin. Without mercy, he sank them into her collarbone, the sharp points tearing through skin and muscle in a fierce bite. Blood burst forth, hot and coppery, dripping down her chest in rivulets that soaked her breasts. Elizabeth's scream tore louder, her body bucking wildly against his iron grip, wrists twisting futilely in his claws. The pain exploded like fire, radiating out to mix with the ache in her pussy, her clit pulsing desperately for friction.
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