A fire demon's maw evoked its last death groan as May Immortal crushed its pathetic heart into a reddish liquid which stained her titanic palm grip and the creature's dramatically undermined expression. She hastily poured the repugnant meat-juice into the sharpest syringe and mercilessly injected it in her nipple, which one will remain a mystery of start. It made her stronger, while Ash wanked his sweaty genital off, his mouth agape as he was staring at the forbidden masterpiece of distorted beauty.
May Immortal's Blaxiken soghed. From his earphones came heavy dubstep sounds, and he was horribly bored. The three-fingered knuckle of his right arm combusted with an angelic hatestorm, channeling evil powers from the most intense emotional outbreaks of the most phlegmatic saints. Then, with a wicked scream out of his throat, Blaziken punched an ugly hole in Ash's foreskull, smashing his dome the fuck out which he pureed into a meal on a plate. He put a cherry on the top and punched the delicacy straight through May's not-so feminine dickhole, making her face melt off and liver explode out of her hymen. Her tits didn't look that good now, don't you disagree?
May Immortal became mad as fuck. With the power of her mind, she forged a furious killdrill of the fallen monster's backbone, then roared, lunging at Blaziken with an intent to turn his carcass into cheese. He blocked the TurSpine blows with his face, then retorted with a blast of radioactive, piping-hot man-milk from his masculine nipples, which was too much for her, as she fell, her body shaking in orgasmic pain, her fleshy desires satisfied.
Blaziken knelt before her shaking body, and stuck a cigarette in her mouth. He lit it with a gas lighter, which made both Ash's and the hell messenger's corpses laugh. Reasons are obvious, boys and girls.
"Whoa..." May Immortal breathed out. "We gotta do this again..." she added, staring with her loving, yet tired eyes. Blaziken lifted his trainer up, and they drove into sunset on a meat-bike made of the corpses of Ash and that other fuckling.
Fin, I guess. Review, bitches.
