Page 75 of FXKIN ENTITY: Part 1

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She whimpers pathetically as they force their way inside, then I make them pull her open—stretching her hole obscenely wide.

I slide them in and out, deeper and harder, feeling her walls tear and strain around the invasion.

Her pain floods into me, and I drink it in for a long moment, letting it fuel me, letting it make my fat cock grow heavy and throb between my legs.

Then I shift my focus, and my senses press deep inside her, finding that sensitive, scarred spot and mercilessly stimulate it. The pleasure I force into her is overwhelming, callous and devastating.

A sudden stream of unwilling come sprays out of her pussy, splattering messily onto my waiting detached hand beneath her.

The liquid soaks my clawed fingers as my thick tendrils keep spreading her ruined cunthole wider, forcing her pussy to gape like a used whore.

My free hand rises slowly, and more black appendages burst from my body, but thinner, slick, and ribbed.

They whip forward and wrap viciously around the small of her waist, yanking her back into a brutal arch, forcing her ass even higher like a bitch in heat.

The two thinner tendrils slither over the scarred curve of her ass before plunging brutally into her tight asshole.

She screams, raw, broken and agonized, her legs shaking as I force them deeper, burrowing and twisting inside her guts.

“That’s it, scream for me, little light,” I snarl, feeding hungrily on her discomfort for a few delicious seconds.

Then I switch it again, flooding her veins with euphoria while I start thrusting hard—cruelly ramming both sets oftendrils into her cunt and ass at the same time, stretching and wrecking her holes without mercy.

Her screams turn into desperate, slutty moans as I double-penetrate her, my detached hand still greedily catching every drop of her shameful juices.

I keep switching her pleasure and pain on and off like a fucking button—engulfing her with bliss one second, then drowning her in suffering the next.

She cries and moans like an animal, edged right to the brink of oblivion over and over again, but never allowed to fully fall.

Stepping closer, I peer down at her sloppy holes getting absolutely wrecked by my tendrils, her cunt and ass pulsing and drenched.

With a flick of my fingers, my detached hand rises, floating midair and glistening with her come.

I pull her asshole even wider with the two powerful tendrils, baring my teeth in a savage snarl.

Then I send my hand forward, and it drives straight into her open ass, turning and pushing deeper like it fucking belongs there. She doesn’t scream this time—instead, a deep moan tears out of her throat while her pain is completely turned off.

But her fear… oh, her tasty fear is still there.

Her mind is completely frazzled—torn between hating every second and shamefully wanting the violation. She doesn’t know if she wants it to stop or if she needs more.

And I fucking crave it.

My detached hand pushes further into her ass, fingers curling and uncurling as it forces its way inside her. Then, I make it fist her, slowly at first, then harder, ruining her hole beyond its limits.

The scarred skin around her asshole gives out, thinning into a tight, shiny ring that looks like it might tear at any moment.

Every thrust makes her puffy, ruined rim bulge outward around my wrist, the skin straining and whitening from the intense pressure.

Inside her, it’s hot, tight, and velvety—her walls fluttering desperately around my invading hand, my knuckles punching deeper into her guts.

I can feel every ridge, and every twitch of her body trying to fight me and failing.

“Fuck… feel that, you human whore?” I growl, voice thick with dark pleasure. “My whole detached hand is buried inside your asshole. Look how greedily it’s swallowing it, and taking it in.”

My hand goes harder, pumping in and out with wet, filthy sounds, until it turns into a yawning, ruined tunnel. Her body jerks and spasms, torn between the forced pleasure I’m filling her with and the sheer violation of having my hand wrecking her from the inside.

Her mind is a beautiful mess—screaming in shame while her holes drip and clench like the broken slut she’s becoming.