Doom slayer

The sounds of carnage rang through the corridors of Hell – the distant blast of a super-shotgun played second fiddle to the roar of a horrible demon. The Human followed them to the depths of Hell and tore through any demon foolish enough to stand in their way. Their experience could not have been overstated, as they manoeuvred back and forth between the logic-defying buildings and killed each and every one of its inhabitants in cold blood without rest, without mercy, and he could hardly blame them. Hell itself invaded their home and killed the Earth's innocents, driving it in a state of Anarchy. Any loved ones they had would've been dead by now, so efficient the Demon horde was. But the calculative effectiveness with how the Human went through Hell was unheard of. Most demons lost their way in the Gehenna, but the Human rarely faltered in their step, bringing death and destruction to every fiend they found. And they found all of them, no matter how weak or insignificant. If you heard the unfamiliar sound of alien technology, you would have no salvation in your death, as no demon can survive the genius of Human's engineering.

And now, The Slayer was here, running through the corridors adjacent to his location with one intent.

Kill. Every. Demon.

Sure, now she dispatched of his minions – but their blood lust will only be sated once the boss demon will be destroyed, and incidentally, it was him. He only barked at the lesser demons to slow them down, to buy them some precious seconds to bring reinforcements in. Their only hope of overpowering the Human comes from sheer numbers. That gives him an idea. An ambush! As he mustered his men, the distant cacophony of battle approached their position. The spacious room was an obvious trap, but the Human had to go through it to enter the portal to proceed on their crusade. The lowered platforms housed the Spectres waiting to tear the unfortunate warrior limb to limb after the Champion of Earth would press the elevator's button. If everything went south, he was the last desperate defence of his layer. He wasn't Baron for nothing. The metal steps rang through the corridor, and the demons went quiet. He heard the strong hand punch the button to reveal the seemingly empty room. The sure steps approached the button in the middle, placed right next to the convenient elevator. Not missing a beat, the metal armour ran with inhuman speed towards it and pressed on it. He smiled wickedly, hearing the Human's steps recoil from the button.

But he was wrong. For the Slayer wasn't recoiling from the button, they were running towards the Spectre trap, jumping down the platform with no fear. Loading the energy weapon of theirs, the Marine released a giant green ball of death in mid-flight, incinerating most of the ambush in a single strike before squishing the brains out of the demon that had the unfortune to survive. The sounds of a chaingun rang through the room, making other fiends whimper before the platform finished its accent.

The Human stood there, every demon lying dead in their feet. The armour of theirs was rugged, yet parts of the grimy skin could be seen through the holes in it. They ran towards the other demons in the room, getting their two-barrel out to unload it in the face of the muscular demons. Methodical destruction the Marine brought upon them struck fear in the hearts of demons, but demons fought nonetheless, hoping for the Slayer to falter, to fall to their death at their claws, hands, anything. But they found no luck, as the last demon has fallen before them, deader than dead can be.

The Human clicked on the side of their helmet to load the interface of a room she stood in and looked at the corner of her screen.

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One left on the level. If the map doesn't lie, the room to the behind of the fake elevator should be the hidey-hole of the boss. He is not that big of a danger to them, and the Marine knew it. The Human ran there and listened. No sound came from the inside. Maybe he teleported away? It's not that uncommon to find him on the other end of the map, but it'd be a bother. But he can be fast and deadly, so she has to be ready for him.

The button lit green, and the door opened, revealing a much smaller chamber, with the ladder going into the pit with some powerups in the middle. But with only one enemy, this is not much of an ambush, is it? Sure, some rookie could've been spooked, but not Slayer.

Demon heard the door open, and the steps slowed down. The tension in the air could be cut with a knife as they proceeded to walk down the steps. The Human rarely walked. They were toying with him! But if he can catch them by surprise, it won't matter. One hit between the plates of armour will kill the Human, no matter what enhancements they might have. The final step on the metallic surface clanged, and the helmet appeared before him. The Baron jumped, Marine turning in his direction. Within a moment, the human evaded the attack, ducking under the desperate charge. Thinking quickly, their body contracted like a spring and released, and the demon was hit in the abdomen, his body flying in the wall with inertia. In the confusion of pain the demon was thrown into, he heard the sound of shells hitting the floor before turning back to the Human, Ravager, Slayer. Even with the helmet hiding their emotion, he saw the cold eyes behind them as buckshot began to tear Baron apart. He roared in between the shots, charging the ball of concentrated death in his hand.

He hit the ground with his hoof, sending chunks of ground at the warrior, winning him a precious moment to throw an energy ball at the bulk of their armour. Marine evaded but was not quite fortunate. The ball dissolved the pauldron and bit through their skin, leaving a nasty gash behind. He heard a simple grunt of pain escape them, but The Human continued to fire at him with their chaingun, barely giving any ground in the demon. When the Human was at the striking distance, the fiend tried his luck again, rushing with incredible strength at them, making the human step back. Swinging at their exposed hand with murderous intent, the Baron just barely managed to sink his claws into weak flesh, blood gushing out. Marine jumped away from him, stunning the Baron with buckshot into the unprotected face. It released no more than a grunt, looking around the room for something. As Slayer looked again at the collection of useless powerups, something interesting caught their eye.

Human dashed away from the rampaging demon, evading every swing with the unusual grace for an armour-wearer. With another swing, he had enough. Charging the ball of energy the demon noticed the direction of the human's retreat and chuckled. Nothing from that pile could help them. Some fragments of armour or that strange health energy won't reinforce their suit enough to shake the direct hit off. He launched the ball, and The Human foolishly disregarded him. As it approached, Baron was confused. Nothing could save the frail Human if it hit-what is..? Marine dived, and as the ball began to dissolve the armour, boiling the body within, she touched a black medkit on the floor. Suddenly, the ball disappeared, with the human standing up. Demon froze as the Human cracked their knuckles and ran towards him. That was no medkit, oh no. It was a Berserker Pack! With a roar, he desperately swiped at the Human, only for his palm to meet their fist, which crushed several of his fingers and turned his hand into the shadow of the former self. Now it was the demon's turn to run away, the chance that Marine took by unloading their two-barrel at his back.

Understanding that he either dies as a coward or a fighter, he turned and made one last desperate charge at the opposing warrior. He could crush them with his hoofs if he so desired. Noticing the newfound courage of his, Slayer stood still, throwing away their shotgun and planting both of their legs on the floor, their armoured hands closed in fists. "Come and get me," this pose said. And the demon ran at them, he noticed something through the visor of the Human's armour. A small smile played on the face of the human, the first emotion he saw from them from the duration of their battle. And it came only at the most dangerous time for them, which terrified him. Slayer had fun destroying demons.

As he attacked, pushing his shoulder forward to squash the Human into the wall, or if they ducked, into the floor, the Human's muscles bulged with power, and the gaze on him intensified. The warrior made no move to dodge, ready to take him on. When they were face to face, their hands landed on his shoulder, and with a great effort, threw his vastly bigger body into the wall. That created a crater and dislocated his other arm. Pushing through the pain, he lifted his body up with the only, and, by their courtesy, partially, working arm, and sat, meeting the shotgun with his face.

But the shot didn't follow, and as they clicked on their helmet, he waited. The slow and commanding voice spoke, yet the demon didn't understand a thing. They tilted their head to the side and sighed. The Human pointed to his legs, and then pointed down. Then they pointed to almost useless hand and pointed down too. Pressing on his head with a shotgun, Marine pressed on one of his knees to force it flat on the floor, and the demon complied. Sure, he could fight, but his head will turn into minced meat faster than any damage would befall them. Then, Slayer sat on him. Literally.

Without removing the shotgun, the Human's hand travelled toward his pecs and felt them. They were hard as a rock, even when resting. It didn't take him long to get what the Human was getting to once the hand trailed down and searched for something, almost hurriedly. Huffing in dissatisfaction, they reached to their back and pushed, air releasing from inside of the armour. A weird voice in high pitch tones began to usher a warning-but the figure on him dismissed the notifications, revealing the body under the suit. Fully naked, extremely muscular body. He wasn't surprised at the action, but the fact that the Slayer was very much a woman, was. The helmet looked at him, waiting for something, and as the thought manifested in his head, she got what she wanted.

The dick began to form between his legs, standing proud, and she grunted in appreciation. She shuffled closer, not letting go of the weapon, and began to slowly grind on the length. More accurately, her abs rubbed on his increasingly stiff manhood, bringing him the pleasure he didn't expect to get ever. Although the muscle was hard, it was still soft to touch, and her insistence on pressing into him amplified the pleasure further.

She leaned onto him, getting closer yet again, and putting one hand on his shoulder, placed her body on his, trapping his penis between her asscheeks. Her shotgun only moved to his side instead of pushing against his frontal lobe. Her body bent inwards, and then she ground again, the subtle moan pushing from the protective helmet. It didn't take him long to understand that in this position, she could push her most sensitive spot against him while gripping his shaft with her asscheeks. Clever. On the way up, her clitoris was stimulated, while on the way down, she would bring him pleasure with a conveniently muscled backside.

Human's breathing became deep and slightly guttural as she spared no force in bringing pleasure to both of them, soft skin rubbing on his flesh, again and again, teasing and toying with his body, uncaring for his input. This made him growl, half in pleasure, half in contempt. For such a tiny whelp, she has too much confidence in their battle to be over. If nothing else, he can use her lecherousness to his advantage!

With slow, exploring moves, as not to alert the Human too suddenly, Baron began to reciprocate to the twisted affections. It was subtle, as he had no interest in having his brain splattered way too soon on the walls of the private room. As she rolled her lips over his dick, he flexed his thighs just slightly to lift himself up an inch. The next time she lifted herself, it was two. A slight chuckle escaped the armour as she finally noticed that the demon fully responded to her moves, and she fell, weighing him down. She traced the muscles on his chest again and pressed on him. He couldn't move as she lifted herself up and forced him to stay still. The Human sat further away, now grinding not with her backside but the front, convenient bundle of nerves bringing her immense pleasure from the demon she humiliated once again. After a couple of seconds of intensive staredown from them both, she huffed and leaned back, putting the hand between his legs but not removing the super shotgun away from the direction of his face. She obviously waited for his input, and he moved, his penis lubricated with human excretions.

Being in partial control was not ideal, but he made do, first going slow and gradually gaining rhythm as he teased the entrance to the Human's most sacred spot. The Slayer demonstrated commendable self-control as his action produced only the barely heard moans from her if he was not counting the sure moves the woman made her body pressing onto his monstrous penis. She felt immense pleasure, he knew, rubbing her body on his like a madwoman. Surely, the Human would get her own orgasm and then kill him. She wouldn't dare to accept him in. It'd be suicide to even consider, let alone to act on. But as she continued to move, his confidence faltered as hope grew. She was crazy enough to seek a Baron to sate her carnal urges. With the Marine training, he could force herself to accept his thick shaft with very minor problems. Besides, if she let him move on his own, he could somehow convince her to pierce herself on his manhood, despite the obvious danger of demonic corruption.

Her breaths came quicker as the moves became rougher. The demon was far, far away from coming as the woman on him used her leg muscles lifted herself faster, her stomach pulsing with need. She denied him the penetration, selfishly sating her lust with the rabid motions, and the demon only helped her to chase that close finish. She pushed herself forward, setting her hand on his body and flattening his dick between their bodies, as the rubbing proved insufficient for reaching her peak. But after a couple of seconds of intensive finger-rubbing and with demon help, her body jerked and shivered in muscle-clenching orgasm, fingers digging into his muscle, almost tearing him. Berserk is no joke. The pain made him growl and jerk in response to the sensation, which seemed to only prolong her pleasure, shotgun pointing uselessly at the wall behind him. Then, she fell limp, gulping generous amounts of air. He let her, clinging to the hope that she would thank him in the only remaining way possible.

Finding the iron muscle under her palm, she steadied herself, throwing a glance in his face's direction. With slight wonder in piercing eyes, she threw the shotgun away, thinking, or perhaps, knowing that she was in no danger from him. Sitting in his lap facing away from him, she looked at the monster's dick, still rearing for action, for he wasn't finished yet. Setting one hand on his neck, she had set her legs to both sides of his massive meat before connecting them from the apex of her thighs to the soles, trapping the erection between her thighs. The demon grunted-some hope still present. So he won't go hungry himself.

She tapped on his muscular scrag, urging him to feed on her. And he did, setting his mind on only one thing. Convince her to fuck him proper. Having set his mind, he flexed his muscles and pushed the power in his legs upward, his dick pushing the thighs apart. Slowly but forcefully fucking her intercrural, she didn't make a move to stop him. In fact, she steadied herself on his lap for his eager thrusts to not throw her off immediately. After that, to every move he made, she made a complementary one, eager to bring him pleasure as much as she enjoyed herself. And judging by the moans escaping her, she did, immensely.

With their targets aligning, the demon chanced for some more of his freedom, his arm leaving the floor. He felt the fingers on his neck stiffen as if in warning, but he pushed his luck and gradually, always in her field of view, brought it closer to her body. Specifically – to her very pronounced waist. Careful to not hurt her and risk retaliation, his working fingers cradled her body as she remained wary. Then he pushed again, and she responded, with his fingers setting the tempo. It was a dangerous thing to balance, but soon he caught that whenever he tugged on her to go higher, she did, whenever he forced the Slayer down, she responded, and that thought drew him crazy. She was dancing in the palm of his hand, this human. No, the Human, champion of humanity, obeyed him. It was only for a small bit and an obvious fault on her part, but it's the fault he is willing to exploit to bring them both pleasure. With a small force, he lifted the weak human body from his and let her fall down back. Repeating the same, he listened to her grunts of satisfaction as her body quivered in his hand. He held back from driving his massive dick into her, where he should've been, for one simple reason. She allowed him to dominate her for the moment, but that opportunity is as fragile as a flower. Too much effort too soon would almost certainly mean his death, even quicker than he would've wanted to. He'll continue to tease her and sate himself with the rough treatment, and she will break, willing to let him in. And judging by how the length ground past her belly button, her body might break next. He would welcome that with open... arm. Speaking of which-his other hand isn't broken, only dislocated. With enough effort, he can get it into shape. Now to create a distraction.

His hand released her at the peak of her accent and let the body drop down, and soft breath escaped the Human. At her huff, his arm went down past her crotch and stopped at her clit. With the same gentleness, he touched the bundle of nerves, getting a groan in return. She grabbed his hand but pressed it further, with the other rubbing his neck still as if soothing him. He didn't stop thrusting between her thighs, bringing pleasure not only to himself but to the Ravager as well. Pushing on her head with his body, he ignored the pain that shot from his other arm and continued to distract the Human, setting himself into a favourable position. When he was sure that she was jumping on him with his fingers pleasuring her, he tried to fit his arm into its usual spot, and it did so with a click. The Human froze, her hands stopping. He continued to distract her, massaging the top of her labia with insistent moves. Deciding that it wasn't something to create a fuss about, she continued to drown in pleasure as the other arm landed on her body, helping her indulge him. He didn't even pretend that it wasn't what it looked like. Why bother if she likes it so much?

Their barely not sex continued with his hand making her jump up and down, with the woman quietly moaning as the demon used her as a glorified masturbation device. With the warmth of her human body, it wasn't hard for him to enjoy the process, and even though she decided to hide behind the helmet, creating an illusion of mystery, she loved every damn second of his rough treatment, and it showed. But with his whole cock stimulated and her body breaking into a sweat, he began to feel the first pangs of the soon release. He gripped the Human strongly, but surely not enough to hurt her, and began to use her. She, sensing the change in his demeanour, crossed the legs so her thighs gripped onto his with such force he would've feared to move if he was in soberer mind. But drunk by pleasure, he only thought of painting the sleek, shiny skin of hers in his demonic cum, and with the keen eye, he noticed the tell-tale signs of his partner's soon climax. She was chasing her orgasm just as much as he was, that slut. Pushing her down, just barely missing the hole, he heard a louder moan as his head rubbed her most deliciously. He has an excuse of being a literal demon, but what reason does a champion of humanity have to receive orgasm after orgasm with the enemy, the Baron? He lifted her again and pushed down, grinding the whole length over the nerve bundle while rubbing it furiously.

The demon growled, trying to converse with her, but all she got was a roar, after which she was grabbed by both of his hands, the Baron throwing away any semblance of being collected and treating her like a toy to be fucked. It took her a great deal of effort to force her muscles to stay tense as her body began to betray her again, his fierce fucking making her head spin with barely contained glee. Jerky movements from him signalled her cue to let herself loose, and with several hard landings, she felt the geyser finally erupt between her thighs. The feeling pushed her over the edge, her head falling back on the demon's chest as her own body convulsed in desperate orgasm, returning every ounce of affection she got over the last several minutes all at once. But the demon wasn't done. With hands on her navel still forcing her up and down, his dick exploded between her legs with more and more cum, covering her whole body white. The Human was left with no choice but to whine, pressure building inside her as another climax hit her. This continued for the next minute, rope after rope of corrupting seed landing on her skin, with some splurts going as far as the ceiling of the room, which was impressive, even for a demon.

But finally, he calmed down, setting the Human back in his lap and catching his breath. The light growls escaped the Baron as his hands caressed the skin of a human, wondering if she was broken or, rather, lecherous enough to continue. The puddle of spunk between her thighs could've made her think that he was done, but the red, swollen member coming out of them begged to differ. It would be her decision to let him in, but if she chooses to accept, the half-crazed state he was thrown in would be barely a pale demonstration of things to come.

The warrior woman's body lying limp, demon thought he might've cut the strings a little bit too soon. But as her hand scooped the one stain on her body and brought the head back to look at the runny liquid, he rumbled with his demonic words, not spoken in the hope of understanding. She parted her hand for the thick sperm to stick to various parts of her glove. Deep breathing continued from her body as she swatted the strong hands away from her gut, rising up. He didn't resist but was left slightly concerned. Of course, she wouldn't. Everybody knows that in addition to the very high probability of demonic corruption, the seed of a demon, when pumped into the human womb, would almost certainly result in a very simple outcome. She cannot risk the odds. The Human looked at him, placing a hand on her side and fell into some kind of thought. After a couple of seconds, she pressed on a helmet and fiddled with controls for a while. But when she was done, she looked at him through the visor and came back with a strut.

She placed a hand on his jaw, and the other went to the only healthy arm, tugging it back on its rightful place. So that's how it is. She wants it rough. Damn whore. He didn't hesitate to put another hand on her leg, looking through the visor at the obscured face. The Human was calm, calmer than anyone should be when a killing machine like him held her. She knew how inviting the hidden smile was as she traced his bulging muscles. He gave her a couple of seconds to think about her horrible decision before the demon aligned her hole with his shaft. The Human helped him, placing her hand on his manhood. It was very thick, but he suspected that her insides would give, or else she wouldn't let him do this. Her lips provided only to be a minor stop to him as the Slayer rolled her hips to let him in. He pressed, and then, he was in.

It was visible the whole way he was entering her, the bulge under her belly travelling higher and higher until he had to stop at a hard limit. With a grunt, she pushed herself lower, and the demon had to admit that the Slayer had the guts to defy her own body. He helped her, thrusting into her, and a surprised squeak escaped her as she gripped his shoulder. Ignoring the painful grasp, he lifted her and, on the brink of his cockhead escaping her, drove the whole penis back inside. This time, the groan of the Human began to awake something inside him, something animalistic. Brushing it away, he continued to fuck her tight cunt with increasing force, raising and then forcing her down. The groans of hers could not have been more obvious. She loved it. He did as well, her hot insides squeezing him from every angle. It was maddening, the way her body moved even within the limitations of her position. Every involuntary twitch or volitional move she made drove him wilder with each passing second. And worst of all-he couldn't know for sure if her moves weren't all intuitive. Maybe she really is that fucking lustful. There she goes again, holding onto him like he's all the security she needs while shoving him so, so deep onto her.

Growling incoherently, the Baron didn't allow her to lift herself, forcing her even lower. With a slight panic in her eyes feeding the flame of his rising lust, he dictated her body to comply with his terms, to fit the whole thing in. And miraculously, it did, with trembles of her body responding as she put a hand on the visible bulge on her body. Is she even human? No matter, soon she'll have a new title. Demon's slut. That fitted her better. But not just any slut, his own whore, complete with a demon for a kid. She won't even know that she has sealed her fate if she finishes the job. The demons like him produce a rather nasty combination in the human body. And she will receive the seed her body desired soon, and after that, who knows what the kid will think of his mother. But the thought only made him angrier, the nasty vicious feeling of jealousy clouding his thoughts. His grip strengthened and her breath stopped as she felt him tug her up. Then, he began to pound her into the next week, not giving her a second to adjust, driving the whole shaft in, her skin meeting the demon's hairless crotch. Her ass jumped with every time he drove into her.

When the first shock wore off, the woman moaned even more wantonly, her body now suited to his tastes. And those tastes were simple, really. To fuck her so hard, she sees stars with his every move and thrust to his hilt. And he did so with a rare growl, peppered between every squeeze of her honeypot that she unknowingly made. It continued for a while, with the demon looking for Slayer's reactions, and the one response he found especially delectable was her head hanging, looking at nothing in particular as if nodding off. But her cries, echoing in the room, told him otherwise. She was overloaded on sensations and had no power to glance at him. That won't do.

Seeing another full-body shudder piercing her, with his dick lodged in her up to her stomach, he placed one of his arms on his partner's nape, with the other tightly holding her to his body. Then, before she could think of running away, he rose, slid his penis out and changed their position, placing her on the floor with him on the top. Her hands landed on his chest to not let him crush her, but he had no such plans. He trapped the woman under him and slid his massive hand from under her head to lift himself up. With the slight fear mixed with arousal in her eyes, he gutturally laughed and slid forward, placing her boots behind his ass. She didn't protest, only pushing on his muscles with no force in them, but her half-obscured face told him everything he needed to know. He lined the shaft with the hole and pushed only the head in before grabbing her body and thrusting it whole in her pussy. She cried out in delight, her hands shaking. Her eyes had nowhere to look but him. After the first thrusts, with slight discomfort in his joints, he fell on his knees, holding the woman in his massive hands.

She screamed, writhing under him, yet never shoving him back with enough force to make him consider stopping. With a more favourable position, he was in the perfect spot to buck into the willing body as deep as he possibly could, so he did. He didn't think, only mated. His wild ploughing couldn't be called anything else. This was a frantic, desperate attempt at conquering the warrior that humiliated him. Deep within him, a man tried to drive in through that hard helmet of hers the idea of full submission, despite the near impossibility of that happening. He will just try harder, thrusting into her and listening to her frantic debauched groans. With the sheer amount of them escaping her lips, the demon felt the pride fill him with new motivation - to make her scream the whole time she's that way until he unloads straight into her womb.

He gripped her frantically, hammering into her cunt, with her hands holding him in the best way that such a small creature could. He won't hold out much longer. With the thought of soon finishing, he was driven into a rage, holding her with no consideration and ramming her insides with his length time and time again, crushing her ass with his weight. The Human held on for dear life, receiving the fucking of her life, honestly not expecting for her foe to force her into the position she foolishly let herself in. But she couldn't complain about the result, as she felt every bump on his penis pleasuring her whole, fulfilling that deep need tenfold as she let herself go. She could only think of one thing making the experience better. He, unloading his cum into her, filling her uterus with the baby-batter - only then they will be complete, will that itch finally subside.

The demon, unknowing of the Human's thoughts, continued to pleasure the Slayer, feeling the now-familiar anticipation in the whole of his body. When he growled in frustration, he felt something unexpected. Her armoured boots tugged him forward as if asking to be bred. To that, he roared in delight and fucked her with abandon, uncaring of the soon coming. It didn't take him long to enter a final stretch, and he fell into a frenzy. His hands held her shoulders, with her resting on his forearms, to give him the best angle to enter. Their impromptu hug continued as the final thrusts of the demon became shallower, almost jerky in their haste.

With the concluding thrust, the demon stayed and began to seed the womb of his human. She only dragged him closer, panting as she felt herself becoming full. Her eyes closed, trying to capture as many sensations as she could. And she felt the Baron twitch in her with every spurt that painted her walls white. And with his arms around her, she felt... safe, for some reason. Not willing to let that feeling go away, she tried to encircle him in return but failed due to her comparatively small build. Getting only to his sides, she decided that his hug was good enough. The warmness spreading to her through her loins kept her quite sated for the moment. The warmth seeping from her vagina down her asscheeks, it seems, as her body could hold no more of the hot, viscous liquid. Not helping her plight was the demon, still pumping her fuller and simultaneously squeezing her flatter. Well, she knew what to expect from a baron after that display between her thighs. And on her helmet. And on the whole of her body, basically, she thought, placing a hand on the growing roundness of her belly.

With his balls empty, Baron put his hands on the Human's waist, straightening up and taking a good look at her body. Deep breathing, a hand on her stomach, with the other lying on his vastly larger one, and half-lidded eyes on him. The demon decided to stay in her to ensure the best chances for his seed to take hold. No other reason.

Well, he wasn't letting her go this time. Yet he wasn't aggressive, at least not in the way she didn't like. He just caressed her, wordlessly holding her. But she feels kind of winded. Where's that damn menu?

Clicking on her helmet's systems, Slayer circled through various menus, looking for a particular one. The demon, using her absentmindedness, began to inscribe ancient runes on her pelvis, just above her groin. Noticing his shenanigans, she pushed the hand away, making him snort in a warning. She didn't want to start again so soon. No aphrodisiac for now. She clicked the button on the armour again and saved the moment, throwing a glance at the enemy counter for good measure.

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Uh oh. The heat from the abdomen wasn't just for show, it seemed. Well, in for a penny, in for a pounding, she thought, returning a hand back to complete a rune. An inhumanly large and threatening smile split his face. They will be occupied for a while, and she needs every bit of energy she can spare for whatever position he wants her in next.