Viktor looked at her. At the mess. At the demoness who had come to kill him and was now lying on his bathroom floor with cum leaking from every orifice.
He turned. His eyes found the mirror. At Clara.
The young maid — the virgin, the new wife, the woman whose blood was still on his cock — was losing her mind. She sat on the bathroom floor. Her legs were spread.
Her pussy — the freshly-deflowered, cum-leaking, hairy cunt — was exposed. Her eyes were wide. Her mouth was open. She was staring at his cock. At the limp, hanging, cum-covered shaft that had just been inside her.
At the cum leaking from her own pussy.
His tail moved. The scaled appendage — still wet from Helena's ass, from Clara's pussy — found Clara's entrance. The tip pressed against her slit. Pushed in. Slowly. The tail entered her — not deep, just enough. The vibration started.
BZZZZ—!!
