The demon woman looked at her.
The particular, 'you-want-ME-to-help-YOU-get-fucked' expression of a woman who could not believe what was being asked.
"Yes!" Evriana yelled.
The demon woman moved.
She crawled — the particular, defeated, 'I-am-doing-what-I-am-told' crawl of a woman who had accepted her role. She arrived behind Evriana. Her hands found the princess's thick ass. She spread — her fingers sinking into the dense, pale flesh, pulling the cheeks apart, exposing the hairy cunt and the tight, dark, never-touched anal beneath it.
Evriana hugged the rock.
Her arms wrapping around the stone, her chest pressed flat, her cheek against the cold surface. Her thick ass was up, her pussy spread, her anal visible. The particular, vulnerable, 'I-am-presenting-myself' position of a woman who was about to be taken.
"Okay, Viktor," she said.
