Jacky Joy

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. Her 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 Solo 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 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 Big Boobs with a pornstar 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 blonde 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 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 leaned down to steal masturbation a kiss, and this time the woman didn’t bother trying to resist him, even when his tongue again violated her. If anything, she hoped to trap him there, to bite his tongue off and let him bleed to death. But it was agony, not just the humiliation, but the sight of her face reflected in the mirror. The face she was making, the way she blushed, was that really what she looked like? They could both see it, what he was doing to her. Her will was beginning to crumble, her body giving in and reacting to the physical sensations. She wasn’t sure how long she could resist him if he kept this up. Stephen was also standing there with two glasses of champagne. I needed to cum. Rather, each was like an appendage of Scourge, his power molded into these horrific forms. I could explain away my absence, have Becky vouch that I was with her the whole time. “If I win, I get your ass… If you win, you get mine.” She’s got a wide smile on her face at the thought. We lay like that for a masturbation while. She knew I wouldn’t go to sleep until she’d given me a detailed recap of her date. Finn nearly stumbles dropping to the ground. “More caps for me anyway...” He muttered. "I hate seeing that empty look in your eyes, like you Solo don't know me, like you've forgotten our love." Dave put his hand on her other knee, to get her attention. I'LL SHAKE 'EM FOR YA" she retorted as she loosened her shoulders, bit her upper lip and began this time to throw her shoulders in a contorted rotation sending her incredible tits gyrating in every direction. “It’s my masterpiece.” Emily nodded sincerely. I nodded my head. Jon said that as it was our last night we had to drink all the wine that we had left. I tried to stop to tell Kathy and Sarah I was leaving when he shouted into my ear, “I need to borrow it.” “Oh, my,” the woman repeated again. His fingers found my nipples, twisting them. Me: Not quite. Did they have big cocks that Bill felt I should have? Why won’t you help me?!” This was AWSOME!! If she didn’t know him she might be willing to let Ada know if he returned. I shuddered as I broke away from my pornstar lover and her mother. Sealed up effectively blonde with concrete. I bet you’d feel too guilty to cut me out of your life though, wouldn’t you? When I gave him my first blowjob he was crazy on me and Big Boobs asked me what made me to act like this.