FVN Chapter 235 Her Name Was Sadakä II [18+]
Chapter 235 Her Name Was Sadakä II [18+]
[#foxgirl] [#oiledbutts] [#anal]
IF BREASTS WERE FRUITS, THIS GIRL'S WOULD BE PAPAYAS. It was all Rafel could see—the devil perv, until her nails scratched a fine clawmark onto his face. She took skin too.
"Aargh!" He shut his eyes.
He pushed out his third vision, [Cyclops Eye], and a single crimson pupil appeared in the center of his head, between his closed eyes. It was bigger and rolled about strangely. Using this ability, Rafel swiped for the voluptuous girl. She jumped into a fast portal, vanishing right in his hands.
She was in front of him one second. The other, she was gone. He couldn't catch her. His hands met air.
"You slippery—"
His next words were blotted out by her deft return out of nothingness from behind him. He heard a telltale whoosh from the back, just as the same indigo portal manifested, and out she leaped. She jumped forward like a cat. Her reflexes rivaled his own [Accelerant Vice]. And Rafel's head was just turning when her extended finger-talons caught him at the neck. Rafel literally heard the skin scrape away.
"CUNT!" He finished angrily.
The gash sewed together almost instantly, but still, it hurt like hell.
"I don't even know who you are—you pesky little fox." He roared aloud.
She kept flashing out of corners, engaging his peripheral vision. His [Cyclops Eye] rolled around in his forehead, but she was too quick. And her teleporting wasn't helping. She was above him. She clawed his face when he raised his eyes up, vanishing before he could even blink from the immediate pain. Then at his right arm.
He felt his brachial vein sing out as his wrist went numb for a second. Stay connected via empire
He bulleted, "enough!"
"Shadow Grasp! Activate!"
[DING! Charm successfully equipped!]
[MIGHT: Third Infernal Circle.]
[POISON: Gripping Death. Venom of Gorgon.]
[PATRON: Bel.]
Peitho concluded her system's pinging with a cold disposition of words Rafel loved too much.
[Now, Host, let's fuck this bitch up!]
The Hel charm, [Shadow Grasp] appeared as a soft symbol: a gilded rune over both his wrists and under his left eye. In a way very similar to a bat's echolocation or a viper's infrared sight, Rafel sensed her movements. This curvaceous inky girl was invisibly hopping through portals, in and out of dimensions. But this time, he was ready.
He felt the earth leylines shift under him. The air between his legs where he stood vibrated and Rafel knew she was about to appear under him.
His fingers spread before the portal appeared.
Whoosh!
The purple circle-hole manifested under him and she began to rise from his. Her talons were out to tear at his legs. An inch from his calves, Rafel twisted down fast and grabbed her.
"Got you, bitch!"
"DEEEEEMON!" The painted girl let out a wrangling hiss.
She almost slipped out from Rafel's clutch as she wiggled her wrists free. The black thing on her skin made it easy. But Rafel went fast for her hair. It was her Waterloo. She had long, wealthy midnight hair. She gripped it in fistfuls. From this, she could not free herself. With the way he was gripping her by the air, the only way she could slip free was by losing her entire scalp.
"Deeeeemon. Let me free!"
"Cool it. Damn!" Rafel boomed, lifting her straight up by the thick lengths of it.
Because of his height, she dangled under his arm.
Her hair was wet, dark as charcoal, but not filthy. If anything, she smelled like a swamp of blossoming lilies. He could see her total red eyes up close. Her ears were long, tipped, and furry. And a tail he hadn't noticed before: a bunny tail, shivered and waggled behind.
It was cloaked in the same dark goo as the rest of her body.
Rafel held her up with one arm and inquisitioned.
And between her fat dark thighs, he saw her narrow, damp slits, silhouetted in a triangle of musky hair. The pussy on his little fox glistened, and not from the oil poured all over her.
Rafel kicked off his boxers. He dropped down to a crouch behind her. He still stood, but was in a position like a mid-squat, hunched over her.
"Hold your fucking ass open for me, little fox."
She screeched her assenting growl. "Purr... Purr. Yes. Take me, deeemon. Take me. Purr..."
Rafel grabbed her hair and his cock, displaying astounding dexterity. And he drove forward—right between those clenching ass cheeks.
"Purr."
"Fuck."
They moaned together.
"Hold that fucking ass!" Rafel bulleted. He spanked her.
PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH!
She quaked and her purring just about did him. He kept slapping her oiled butt. The shivering globes seriously tested his self-control.
PAH! PAH!
"Yes, little fox."
PAH!
"Purr! Fuck me! Yes. Purr! Just like that. Fuck me, deeeeemon. Purr."
PAH! PAH! PAH!
Rafel grabbed onto her entire head in his large hand. He sealed her lips shut by covering her mouth. He sped up his thrusts. The sounds his groin made connecting with her sex was hella crazy. Her crimson-slitted eyes rolled back. He gripped to her slim waist and pounded hard, smacking and driving deep from behind.
"Mhmm. Mhmm. Ohh."
Her moans were subdued, captured sounds as he caged her under him. Their mixing sweat had liquefied some of the black stuff on her beautiful, shuddering body, enough for Rafel to see the palest moon skin underneath.
This little fox was definitely not of this plane.
'Am I fucking an Anima Dios?' he wondered.
An Animal goddess?
"Purr. I'm ing. Please come with me. Fuck! Yeeeeeessssssssssss!"
She went into a long purring, utterly baffling Rafel but in a good way, by squirting out her ass and pussy. He in turn drained his balls inside her. Her body writhed and bucked and bucked under him. He enveloped her from above, in kind of a bear hug, but Doggystyle. And they stayed that way, several feverish minutes of panting and huffing and near blackout, until the earth didn't feel like it was spinning.
She was the first to pull away. She kicked out with her long legs.
—and before Rafel could do squat, she leapt in the air, vanishing off into a blackhole portal that appeared at her ascent. It engulfed her in purple and black, and she was gone.
Rafel was left befuddled in a puddle of sex juices.
"How is it that girls can always move so easily after sex?"
He didn't expect an answer from his system, but Peitho chirped in his head.
[While Lord host was taken in... passionate tangling with the unsettling fox slut, I ran a brief on our anonymous female. You were right in your assumption: she is Anima Dios. . .]
"And?"
[And her name was Sadakä]
"Well, what is it now?"
To this, Peitho had no reply.
"Don't tell me I just ass-fucked a Forgotten god!" He face-palmed.