Fear tore Ozaki's thought of the rage-induced hatred he felt for her. He could see her body shuddering. Her pussy, once a tight glove around his shaft, had become nothing but shredded flesh and coils of orgasms. He could see the pain filling her, the way it glazed her eyes.
His idol was dying.
He started to pull out but a flood of blood stopped him. A small bit of sanity left told him that she was going to die as soon as he pulled out. He could feel her pulsating organs around his cock, the intensity of heat and liquid pushing him right to the edge of orgasm, but it was too late for her.
Ozaki shoved forward, watching as one thick ridge of his cock forced its way into her ruined hole. A spurt of blood squirted out around it, splattering both of their thighs with her juices.
He stopped and then pulled back. He could feel the soft, wet suction of her body clinging to his cock. The sight of her nether lips clinging to his shaft and the scent of her bloody and pussy caused his cause to throb with his desire. He pulled out until her entrance clamped down on the narrow part of his shaft and then jammed forward, just to watch the blood spurt out again. It was hot and seductive, a combination of a ruined pussy and gore pushing him to do it again and again.
Ozaki's world faded away until there was nothing but his bitch and his cock. He yanked half his cock out just to drive it back in. The blast of blood and her gurgled cries pushed him to do it again, just to feel every clenching ripple of her muscles and the coils of her insides.
He shoved into her again, losing himself in the sensations. Her moans vibrated wetly through her body, caressing his length with the sweetest of touches.
The demon inside him needed to break it. He gripped her thighs, crushing them against the hood, and pounded faster. His attention never left the sight of her pussy or his cock. Every thrust splattered blood everywhere before his cock head impacted against her ribs.
She was his and it was her cunt that he wanted.
Ozaki drove harder and faster, caring less about the fantasy before him and more on seeing her body destroyed.
She was his bitch. She was his fuck toy. She was simply his.
His cock was a blur as he tore into her, pounding harder and faster until his breath came in a roar. With every thrust, sheets of crimson coated the hood of the car and dripped down the grill. It puddled at his feet and the sight of it only drove him to rip into her faster and harder.
Snaking his tail up, he wormed it between his legs and then underneath his thrusting cock. Using the hot jets of gore as his guide, he found her tightly clenched asshole and drove into it.
She tried to stop him, a gurgled wail rising up as she ground her muscles down. It only caressed his length with her ruined body and added tot he intensity as he tore into her ass and began to fuck it with hard but short strokes.