It was a little disbelieving… the core of a Demonic Spirit was wet. It brought up the question of identity of a Demonic Spirit, what exactly was this perverted existence.
I fondled the ass cheeks more, as I questioned even my own sanity.
I had been so given to the lascivious role that it was difficult to even tell if I hated it or not. Either way, I drew my zipper down and got down to business.
As I brought out my full meat, and grazed it across its slit, the white world seemed to spike, the walls looked like they were going to explode.
'Fool.'
I positioned my cock just at the entrance of the slit, and mercilessly, I shoved it in.
As I shoved it, I felt my cock crush something inside. For a moment, the core shivered heavily as if it experienced some heavenly relief. Then barely a second later, it began to crack before my eyes.
As it did… something strange happened.
A torrent of essence flowed into me.
