Finally, he pulled his fingers free and licked them clean. “My original plan didn’t include a victim, and I need to keep this coin raised to hold them back, but I suppose it would be rude of me to ravish you with the handicap of one of my hands occupied.” She looked through her tears, seeing him retrieve the silver knife, but rather than bringing it towards her, he raised it to his own face. She began to scream, praying that this was just a bad dream, for the sight before her was cutting through her soul the way the teen knife had cut through her flesh. Without losing his smile, he dug the tip of the blade under his right eyeball. It was Hardcore an effortless movement, the man prying his eye right of its socket and severing the nerve. She could see him shivering, his body surely reacting to the wound he had just inflicted, but his soft laughter told her that any pain he felt was nothing short of euphoric. He cast the eyeball aside, and in its place, he wedged the coin into the socket, the mirror side facing out. He looked down on her and she could see her own tear-streaked face reflected in the glass. “There, now my hands are free and I can keep one eye on you and one eye on them—a figure of speech, of course.” “You’re insane,” she hissed. “On the contrary. Those who live in fear, those who break in the face of pain, they are the insane, as their minds are too weak to understand true control, true willpower. The gods bow to the power of fate, but fate bends to the will of man, and by my will, all of creation will be eclipsed. Besides, the loss of an eye is nothing compared to what I will soon gain.” He then removed his clothes, and seeing him in the nude, the woman gasped. He was even more muscular than she first thought, chiseled, even, but from head to toe, he was covered in scars, burns, and permanent bruises. He climbed onto the altar, kneeling between her spread legs. The moonlight shined on his back, while she was kept in his shadow. He brushed his thumb along one of her cuts and then across her lips, reddening them with her blood like lipstick. “Tell me, do you feel alive? Do you feel the power of your soul surging through you, the warmth of your blood permeating every cell? Do you feel the hardness of the stone, the bite of the rusty chains, the chill of the night air lapping at your skin? Savor those sensations, the bliss and the pain, for they are more precious than you realize.” He then forced himself inside her, offering her no warning or mercy. She cried out from the brutal penetration, feeling like his manhood was poisoning her. The sanctum of her body had been violated, her will and freedom ripped away. Hours ago, she fetish had hoped, desired, to feel his cock subjugate her, for him to take her as he would, but that was back when she just thought he was an interesting man. Now she couldn’t tell who the true monster was; the undead abominations circling around them, or the man with a soul blacker than she ever thought possible. Once the man entered her, the demons around them gave shrieks that chilled her blood and gripped her heart, shrieks not meant for mortal ears. The arrogance of this human, it enraged them beyond measure, to fornicate before the incarnations of death and upon the bones of their broken vessels. They wished to strike, to extinguish the spark of life within him and teach him the meaning of despair, but a single glance into the mirror of that coin would mean banishment to Purgatory. The man wasted no time in initiating a rhythm, thrusting into her with machine-like movements. She tried to stay silent, to maintain what little pride she japanese had, but his impacts were stronger than she had anticipated. The force alone was crushing her, every thrust like the strike of a battering ram, and the speed left her no room to recuperate, but more than that, it was the precision in which he attacked her. His strikes were precise, hitting all the walls in perfect order like he was jabbing pressure points. The man asian leaned down to steal a kiss, and this time the woman didn’t bother trying to resist him, even when his tongue again violated her. She teased me. This wonderful passion that had me shuddering and shivering. All you wanted to talk about was nerd stuff like video games and TV shows while she had nothing but celebrities and fashion on the brain." There were lots of things we didn't Hardcore have to do. So did Mom. Just the face he loved. I wonder if it would feel like a real human cock inside me.” His other moved between our bodies. I stood before him in that same black nightie. Not my underwear. Even in this rough-cut version, the movie was great. It would make it harder for japanese him to seduce mom with his balls drained. No, wait! fetish “What are the other changes?” The pressure continued and it felt like I couldn’t take another inch I was so full. The third part of this code might seem strange to new members and outsiders, some might even think about communism. The bungee hung down loose, between the two women. It’s so cool! Releasing the tweezers, the doctor said, “Ohhhhhhhh! I continued fucking Amy hard with my bare cock inside her drenched pussy I saw her face start to go red watching her hold her breath till I stopped just at the right moment for her body to quake in a muffled orgasm I looked into her eyes and kissed her lips it was just ment to be a kiss but Amy held my lips in with hers and hungrily madeout with me shifting her weight rolling me teen over onto my back till she was on top rubbing the head of my cock with her pussy running her tounge down my throat I grabbed her waist aiming the entrance of her pussy on my my cock and shoving it deep inside her thrusting into her hard and fast warning her im gonna cum Amy went down my body licking all the way down my chest taking my cock in her mouth and giving my cock a few asian final pumps letting a stream of cum fill up her mouth and watched her gulp it all down like water. He'd won them from their regular Dom in a poker game. I really didn’t want to publish the story, though, because I truly believed what the imps had told me and I didn’t want to make them real to all the females– and perhaps males– who read my stories. I'm actually kinda numb down there right now. they circled the parking lot shouting and cheering as Pinkie jerks her dangling udders now turning black and blue with the many blows received from the wooden boards. Eventually he stopped and stepped back, pulling his cock out of her. “You get used to it,” Greta said.