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Make this a quick one? ^=^
The brute’s flat, black gaze fell upon the lighter eyes that watched him. She moved beneath him, such movements like that of a writhing worm. Her back arched, her body, soft and desirable, had he desired such things, pressed against his. She offered him depth, and he took it as he drove within her. His cruel jaws ran along her throat, following the deadly beating of their joined bodies. Those bone white teeth brushed against her throat, each scrape increasing in depth with the threatening brush of death—but he would not kill her, for he was merciful. There had been anger within the female—she required now fear and hate to accept what the Darkness had to offer. The black laughter clawed forth within his mind; he wondered if she could even receive it. There would be less mercy upon her life for such an inadequate existence. His tongue flickered out like that of a snake, tasting the blood that had been given willingly to him as if in sacrifice.
Those black hands slithered down her arms as he held her shoulders with that iron grip as he moved within her to destroy her. Those black claws raked down her sides, and along her thighs as he took her knees, pushing them up against her shoulders. The pied brute sought a depth too great for her body to yield. The black orbs flickered darkly down at her, that sadistic mockery tipping the tongues of those black flames. Unlike the sexual experience of females, for males it was simply physical. And for the pied Korean, it was even less. His body did not seem to respond as it should to the ecstasy, to the stimulus of her body. He simply required the inevitable climax of her body so that her soul would be able to taste his, to dip into the Darkness and know what it was that he allowed her to know. That was all. Her body would receive his seed, and he would leave her to spawn whatever it was that would grow within that lesser body.