Floating islands.
Central island.
"Bastards…" Damien Von Draken ground his teeth together, veins bulging visibly on his temples.
"They dared…." His voice came out low. Dark.
Slurp~
Slurp~
Slurp~
"Faster, Bitch!" His hands flew to the hair of the woman crouched between his legs, forcing her movements.
"Ughh!!! yes!!…" with a deep grunt he let loose everything down her throat.
"Gah… Kuh.. Kuh…" the woman broke into a violent coughing fit.
"Heh. Filthy bitch. Here you are, sucking my cock while a stupid pup delights in killing your worthless husband." The man sneered, leveling a deadpan look at the woman.
Her body was bruised and battered. But her face remained spotless.
"Leave! Your mere presence revolts me. I should have you and your family slaughtered for the uselessness of your husband."
"NOOO!!!" The woman screamed in fright.
"Heh! No? Then you know what to do before I get back don't you?"
