OOC: Hurricane should get the biggest asshole award. >.>' We can close this now. And again sorry for the wait, and thanks for putting up with my slowness. :]
The small whine that came from her was what he was looking for, but the amount of restraint that the woman had was ashtonishing for him. It made sense that she survived his attack, she wasn't that weak of a woman. He knew she was weak in a way, but for her to be able to take a pounding, both in the vagina and in the face, she had to have some strength in her. Hurricane still saw little value for the woman other than to now carry his seed. He normally would have killed the woman once he was done, he knew that he was not going to kill her. Hell, she had gotten away once, and he was sure that he probably would fail to end her life once more if he tried. Or at least this time he would actually have to make sure that she was dead. He was lazy though, which was to her advantage.
He continued to do what he was doing, thrusting into her and pulling out ever so slightly until he felt himself swell inside of her. His thrusts turned into a clusterfuck of thrusts, with little hesitation and much less any real good rhythm. Soon though he was done, and he released his seed into her and he huffed as he just let himself pulse inside of her. He knew he was stuck there for a good while until he was able to leave. He tried to will his penis to loosen up though so that he could leave this woman to wallow now that she would have the children of Hurricane growing inside of her. He couldn't wait to see the child in all reality. He wanted it to fuck Mars over so bad. He wanted the child(ren) to destroy the Russo family. Them being the children of himself and Amy, they were bound to have some sort of evil in them. That's what Hurricane wanted.
He huffed and just breathed as he waited for his penis to unswell. While he waited though, he looked down at Amy with his icy cold gaze. He also kept the knife up to her neck just to make sure she didn't try anything funny. Soon came the time for him to leave though, for his tool became unswollen enough for him to pull himself the rest of the way out (probably at the expense of Amy, for it wasn't ready to come out, but he pulled out anyways) and once the cold air hit his junk it began to retract more. At that moment he got up and he pulled his pants back up. He held the knife in one of his hands still, and he made sure to kick the woman once to make sure she didn't get up too fast for him. Once he finished with his pants, he was quick to wander off and far from this place. At least now Amy could finish her bath.
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