#sailah

Mira-nee Sailah Form (2 Styles)

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Lailah clawed at Sam's back as he bit down on her lip, pulling the skin away as it cracked and bled. Running his tongue over her lip, he took the small amount of blood in, the taste taking over his body. He had fed earlier, but feeding like this was almost animalistic as he started to grab all over her body. Lailah moaned softly, his large, muscular hands making their way over every curve she had.

The adrenaline pumping in her body allowed Lailah to move her knee slightly, pushing herself on top of Sam as best as she possibly could. Feeling her body against his, Sam dragged his nails down the back of her neck as he bit and pulled at the skin on her neck and collar bone. He had already pulled his shirt off, so with one hand he simply ripped the shirt Lailah was wearing off of her, tossing it aside as he kissed her roughtly on the lips again.

Lailah arched her back as he went back to running his hands all over her body, reaching for the buckle on his pants with one hand and pulling his hair with another. Sam growled, the hair pulling making his blood almost boil as everything mixed together; the serum, the hate, and the demon blood. Wanting to gain back dominance, he forced Lailah back down to the concrete floor and pinned her by her shoulders as he straddled her, ripping her shorts off in a swift motion. She giggled softly underneath him, licking her cracked lips as she clawed at Sam's chest.

As he ripped the shorts off, he took her panties with him, leaving Lailah sitting there on the cold floor in her bra. Every ounce of him was pumping with hate as Sam took his own pants off, keeping Lailah pinned by one shoulder. He ran a finger all the way down from her slit up past her navel to her throat, where he put his hand around her neck and applied pressure, cutting off a slight amount of her breathing but still allowing air in and out.

Lailah had goosebumps appear all over her body, her brain going fuzzy from all of the stimulation and appreciation her body was recieving. She was a sub if there was ever a sub - and being held down like this made her so excited she almost leaked.

"You're going to pay for this-" Sam grunted, taking the hand that had her pinned by the shoulder and ramming two of his meaty fingers into her dripping pussy, making every effort to make Lailah cringe. With every slam, she had more and more pressure applied to her throat at her own expense, but she didn't care. Gasping for breath, she could already feel herself coming to a climax, and Sam could sense it too. 

"No. You're not allowed do to that yet." Sam ordered, hip upper lip twisting in hate as he yanked down his boxers and shoved his erection into her as roughly as possible. He felt Lailah squeeze against him, releasing the grip on her throat before pulling her bra down to reveal her perky breasts. She clawed for an inch of Sam's skin to pull and hold, but he simply looked up from sucking on one of her nipples and shook his head no.He raked his hands down her sides, leaving red lines from his nails apparent with large welts. 

Lailah's body started to twist upward as Sam continued to pound himself in and out of her dripping pussy, both of them grunting and groaning. Her breathing became quick and squeaky as she almost hyperventilated, her body quickly getting ready to orgasm. Sam felt his dick starting to pulse inside her, and he started to bite at her collar bone and her check, leaving red bitemarks and dark colored hickies everywhere as Lailah pulled and twisted his shaggy hair. Her body attempting to contort under Sam's pure size and weight, she screamed out in pleasure, the empty warehouse echoing her cries. He quickly felt himself cumming, pulsing and spurting inside of Lailah as he started to choke her with both hands, the pure amount of hate that someone like her could get him this way driving him overboard.