Viktor's hands found her hips.
His fingers dug into the thick, demon-pale flesh of her ass. The cheeks — full, round, heavier than a human's, the demon-kin tissue denser — deformed under his grip. His fingers sank in. The white marks appeared — the pressure visible against the pale skin.
He pulled back. Eight inches out. The shaft emerged — slick with her arousal, the torn fabric of her panty hanging from the base like a rag. The walls of her canal — stretched, torn, bleeding from the cervix break — clung to him. The friction was intense. The demon-kin tissue, despite its density, was not designed for this.
He slammed back.
PAAAH—!!
"AAAAHH—!!♡♡!! STOP — PLEASE — STOP—!!♡♡♡!!"
His hips blurred.
