Seraphel's eyes cracked open, the drug's fog clinging like damp wool. He lay on a vast bed, priestly robes intact but twisted, body heavy and unresponsive. Beside him, Lucifer.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
As he kept Pounding someone...
She was bronze-skinned, raven-haired, legs splayed wide, cunt stretched around his thick cock as he thrust deep, trousers shoved down just enough.
Balls slapped her ass in wet rhythm; her folds glistened, clenching with each plunge. "Ahh... fuck, father oh father... deeper... your cock's splitting me... yes, bless me...bless me with your holy cock.."
Seraphel groaned, trying to rise—arms weak, vision blurring—but collapsed back. Lucifer didn't break stride, gold eyes fixed on him, hand pinning her thigh wider. "Watch, Inquisitor. This is your change. No more hollow hunts. Gone will be your inquisitor days....."
