Modern Cult Run 006

The abandoned church slowly stirred with morning light filtering through stained glass, its air thick with the mingled scents of sweat and sex. Jeane stretched languidly atop the ruined bed, her demonic wings unfurling to their full span—an obscene contrast to the sacred space they defiled.

Her still-hard cock remained buried within Silra's thoroughly used cunt, the elf groaning softly as she felt it twitch with renewed interest. "Food," Silra croaked, pushing herself upright despite the ache in her overstimulated pussy. "Real food before more of this madness." A fresh trickle of cum and demonic seed leaked obscenely from between her thighs—proof of last night's depravity.