521: Sword Training (18++)

521: Sword Training (18++)

“P-pffff-khe—,” Remi barely held back her laughter after experiencing Pete’s “lovemaking”, and “BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!! THAT’S IT!? That was all that your ‘curing’ amounted to!? UAHAHAHAHA!! I’ve seen virgin boys do better than that... Oh, right, you are one!”

Pete was practically choking on his shame. Red from embarrassment, sweating, trembling, his eyes pointing to the floor just to the side of Remi’s belly, though Pete’s mind did not even register what he saw, if anything. The few short seconds of Pete’s pathetic performance kept repeating over and over in his mind while Remi’s harsh, overjoyed laughter tore whatever was left of his soul to pieces.

“I wasn’t expecting much out of you, and I definitely got nothing in terms of sexual satisfaction,” Remi continued, “but at least I got some weird entertainment, so you can count that as an accomplishment. Now, how about you get off me and go practice on the few bodies that you left intact? Gods know you need it. They’re probably still warm too if you hurry up.”

Pete finally raised his eyes and looked right into Remi’s: merciless, belittling, cold.

“Oh, don’t look at me like a lost puppy,” Remi chuckled. “I promise that you’ll barely notice the difference. You already thrust your big sword into them aplenty! Now it’s time to practice using your smaller weapon! Think of how good you got after using your sword to plow everyone here! Think of how good your dick game will be after going through that many bodies in one night! You can do all kinds of fucked up shit to them, too. They won’t mind and nobody is here to judge. Just let loose and give in to your deepest, darkest, most perverted cravings and enjoy your seehh-LHRGKH!?”

Pete watched her face turn colors. How she grimaced without the air that she used to mock him! No, not Remi. The demon with Remi’s face. With Remi’s body. He wasn’t doing this to Remi. He was punishing a demon! So, Pete could do whatever he wanted to her. To it! And he would be right to do so! Fuck the demon senseless! Make it pay! Pete felt the inside of Remi’s tight pussy so much better now. His dick was harder than it ever was!

Remi’s strength wavered. Her gasps weakened.

“Oh no!” Pete whispered and got lower, right in Remi’s face, and licked the tears off her face. “You’re not getting off that easily!”

Pete then loosened his grip. Just enough to let Remi get a short, saving, ragged breath, just to fuck it right out of her as he thrust his cock with all his vengeful force.

“Uahn~!” Remi moaned and arched her back from the sudden forcefulness. Still light-headed, Remi couldn’t even tell if she felt pain or pleasure.

“Oh, you like that, demon!?” Pete grinned maniacally. “You taunted me for this, didn’t you? Then who am I to deprive you of what you want!?”