'The demon girl. He is standing. Holding her. Her legs, around his waist. His tail, in the priestess. His cock, in the demon. His mouth, on the commander's breast. He is a beast. A creature. Something that should not exist.'
'And I am wet. I am dripping. Watching. Bound. Gagged. I am dripping and I cannot stop and I do not want to stop and I hate myself and I want him and I—'
The night continued. The marathon, the endless, relentless, impossible marathon, went on. Viktor fucked. And fucked. And fucked. His cock, never softening, drove into woman after woman. His tail, vibrating, found pussy after pussy. His mouth, sucking, found breast after breast. His hands, groping, found flesh after flesh.
