DEMON Part 2

“Oh…” I was stumbling over my words and couldn’t find the next ones. “And that’s…”

“Yeah, that’s God.” She leaned forward, her large breasts pushing against my chest, and her arms to the sides of my chest, rocking back and forth slowly In my cock.

“Oh my god. Our Lord and savior is an asshole.” I sighed, wrapping my hands around her, except my hands were at the bend of her back. “So you’re literally a demon? Or an angel?”

“It’s all just a profession really. Choose whether you wanna chill with humanity or fuck with them.”

There was one big question on my mind though. “How would one escape from such a being?”

Her eyes lit up just like when I first carried her into the room. Pushing up off of me, she gave me the cutest smile a man could ask for. “I’ll show you!” And she began an insane speed, lifting up and dropping faster than I could in my life. A speed one that I couldn’t handle.

“How the hell…?” She just stared at me with those big blue eyes and smiled. One of those really deviant and hot smiles. Oh my god her smile was so fucking hot. “Aww fuck, Korra, I’m cumming!”

“Oh don’t worry, I am too,” she strained while spasming as her orgasm coursed through her. Her magnificent pussy clenched around my cock, pushing me over the edge. I came. Hard. Just as the first rocket went through her body, her eyes rolled back as she fell onto me for a second time, and if it wasn’t for the endo-orgasmic high I was on, I would have thought she was possessed. Possessed until I fainted too.

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“Please don’t do this mommy!” The little girl cried.

“It’s for your own good baby girl. I don’t want to anger your pops, because you know, he can get very unstable very easily.” A loud chain sound filled the surroundings. “I love you, Korra,” the woman’s voice was retreating as she called one last time. “Just bear with me, the preparations are almost completed.”

“Please don’t leave me here,” The little girl wailed.

“Max, Open your eyes,” Korra’s voice spoke to me in a soft but assertive voice. “And you forgot to breathe, ” I gasped for air, shooting my eyes open. Korra was dressed in a hoodie that seemed to represent both heaven and hell in one, a color scheme of white and gold, and black and red.

“Is that….?” I asked, pointing to the little girl whose arms were tightly chained to the wall and knees bolted to the floor. She was bleeding across her forehead, down her arms and on the back of her right shin.