The Gates of Hell, home to both devilishly delicious drinks and wondrously wicked weaponry alike. This establishment proudly serves its patrons whatever they desire, for a price of course. Be it halos, cash or ass Rodin, the tall bald weapons dealer, bartender, and sole proprietor aims to please. He stands behind the bar as he gingerly polishes one of his fine crystal wine glasses. It looks like something from 17th century Greece. He holds the glass up to the light, carefully rolling it in between his index finger and thumb ensuring there isn't a spot or streak in sight.
"Beautiful."
He takes the glass over to his mounted wall cabinet, and places it back with the others. He takes a moment to admire his collection of glassware he has maintained throughout the centuries. However it's short lived as the obnoxious snoring exits through the portly mouth of his buddy and Gates of Hell regular, Enzo.
Rodin turns to Enzo, "Enzo. …Enzo!"
Rodin slams his fist on the counter. The shockwave emitted from the punch wakes Enzo out of his drunken stupor.
"Huh?! Wha-whad's goin' on?"
"Closing time. Time for you to beat it."
"Wait, seriously?! What time is it?!"
Enzo frantically looks at his watch.
"Oh shit!"
Enzo looks at his phone and he has several missed calls from his wife.
"Oh god!" Enzo jumps up from his seat and scrambles to grab all of his belongings. "The old ball-n-chain called me a bazillion times! Why didn't you wake me, Rodin?!"
"Muthafucka, do I look like your alarm clock?" Rodin pours himself a shot, "Try keepin' ya phone off vibrate next time."
"There might not be a next time if my wife doesn't kill me!"
Rodin opens his mouth to throw back the shot, but stops when he hears soft bickering of a couple entering into the bar.
"Luka, I told you several times that I'm not mad."
"You only say that when you are. And I'm just making sure that… that you're not."
In walks Bayonetta with her thick twin braids swaying behind her, wearing her iconic black bodysuit with puffy sleeves and braided skirt. Then comes Luka trailing behind like a lost puppy. Bayonetta spins around on her heels to look at Luka face to face.
"Luka, if I tell you that I'm not mad and that I forgive you, will you please drop this?"
Luka thinks for a moment.
"...Only if you swear."
Bayonetta stoned face stares at him.
Rodin's annoyed, "Hey! This is not a grand train station! I'm tryna close. Y'all need to get the fuck up outta here."
"Rodin, I need to have a word with you first," says Bayonetta.
"...I only want you to swear because I know how you are, Cerezita."
"Don't-"
"-Outta muh way, love birds!"
Enzo pushes his way between them, struggling to run out of the bar and back home.
"Luka, make like that fatty Italian and waddle out of here, too."
Bayonetta walks away from Luka and sits at the bar with her back turned to him. Luka opens his mouth but then closes it in defeat.
"So, does this mean you'll be home late… again?" he asked passive aggressively.
"You'll have your answer whenever I arrive."
Luka hangs his head low and shuffles off like the beta orbiter he's known to be. Bayonetta remains silent until she hears the jingling bell and door close behind him. Bayonetta releases a heavy groan and buries her face within her palms. Rodin pours another shot and slides it down the bar to Bayonetta. It comes to a perfect stop in front of her. Bayonetta lifts her head and gazes down at the shimmering purple liquid.
"It's on the house," says Rodin as he finishes his shot of whiskey.
Bayonetta picks it up from the counter, swirls it around, then tosses it to the back of her throat. She gives a sigh of relief.
"Another."
"What's the magic word?"
Bayonetta reaches across the counter and grabs a bottle. She cracks it open and takes it to the head. Rodin chuckles as he approaches her.
"Not very ladylike, Bayonetta," he says. "Is it really that damn bad?"
Bayonetta places the bottle on the counter after drinking half of it.
"You'd be surprised by all the answers you'll find at the bottom of a bottle."
"Or the type of trouble you'd want to get into."
"Trouble you say?" she purrs, adjusting her glasses.
He says nothing while cleaning her shot glass.
"My apologies. Here's your bottle."
"It's yours now. Got your germs and yo trouble all over it."
Bayonetta snickers.
Luka slowly reopens the front door. He quickly catches the bell, preventing it from making a noise, not alerting neither Bayonetta nor Rodin. He ducks down onto the floor to eavesdrop on their conversation.
"Rodin, what am I going to do with that man?"
"Besides continuing to let him hit? I don't know."
Luka winces from the sharp sting of condescension from Rodin's words. He's always known he was out of Bayonetta's league but believed lady luck was finally on his side. Yet, Bayonetta's nonresponse to Rodin's comment only confirms she might feel the same way.
He spots a column near the center of the bar where he can hide behind to see exactly what they're doing. He peaks around the corner and waits for Rodin to turn his back. Once his back is turned, in typical cartoon fashion Luka scuttles across the floor like a crab then stands upright the moment he reaches the column. He has a better view of the two of them, plus he'll be out of sight whenever they leave. He proceeds to spy on them attentively.
"Is it because he's a goofy dude? I know how you women get sometimes."
"It's not that."
"Convenience?"
"No."
"Pity?"
"No!"
"Desperate?"
Bayonetta glares at him.
"Don't be lookin at me like that," Rodin says in a calming voice, throwing his hand up in the air. "I'll leave ya man alone."
Rodin serves her another and she nurses the drink this time.
"Thanks…Rodin."
Rodin nods and continues to wipe down the bar.
Luka takes out his phone and sends her a text. It reads: How long are you going to be at Rodin's? I want to do something special for you tonight. He sends it and eagerly awaits her reaction.
Bayonetta's phone goes off. She checks it and thinks before she responds.
"That him?"
"Of course," she puts her phone down and gives her attention to Rodin. "I know you're trying to close but I need to relieve some stress."
"What did you have in mind?"
Bayonetta presents him with a halo.
"A platinum ticket, huh?" he asks. "Wait a minute?"
He picks it up and examines it closely. This isn't just any halo, it's an aureole. This circle of light shines more brilliantly than any ordinary halo; it's almost iridescent. He cradles the disk in the palm of his hand and feels all of the universe take hold of his very soul; all that is living, dead, and has not yet come to pass. It sends a serrated bolt of energy deep into his core. Rodin is breathless. Luka has to shield his eyes; he cannot look at it directly.
"Now tell me, Rodin," Bayonetta says as she slides her body across the counter with both of her legs kicked up behind her. "What will that get me?"
Rodin accepts the aureole and conjures the Pure Platinum ticket. It looks exactly like the Platinum ticket but its purpose is vastly different. Rodin offers it to Bayonetta.
"You remember how this works, right?" he asks in a low menacing voice.
"I do."
Bayonetta goes to grab it and Rodin teasingly pulls it out of reach.
"It won't be like last time. …Not until I'm satisfied."
He offers it to Bayonetta one last time. She thinks about it before she takes it. She quickly picks up her phone and sends Luka her reply.
"Not until you are satisfied…" she swiftly snatches it out of his hand.
The message to Luka reads: Hold off on the surprise. I'll call you when I'm close.
Luka pockets his phone distraught. He suddenly looks up and his eyes follow Rodin leaving the bar and locking the front door.
"No interruptions."
Rodin walks back to the bar but stops mid step. He looks over his left shoulder as if he knows someone else is here. Luka holds his breath and covers his nose and mouth with both hands. He prays to God that Rodin doesn't investigate any further!
"What is it?"
Rodin stares intensely at nothing, then he walks over to Bayonetta and stands behind her. He towers over her. She can feel the heat and intensity emitting from his body. His manly musk is overpowering. Her heart begins to race. He leans over her shoulder, his face barely grazes her flush cheek.
"You cashin' that thang in now or what?" he inquires while twirling one of her pigtails with his finger.
Bayonetta nods her head. Rodin snaps his fingers and the Pure Platinum ticket goes up in flames. Luka watches on in anger.
Rodin suddenly grabs her by the throat with one hand.
Nymph~!
He tightens his grip around her fragile neck.
"Abandon all hope, ye who fight me," he threatens.
Bayonetta holds in her yelps as Rodin tightens his squeeze more. Her hands pry at his fingers to loosen them, but it's not working. He shakes his grip to get her to let go. Her eyes roll to the back of her head. Her mouth hangs open.
"Beautiful…"
Rodin shoves his tongue deep into her mouth. He releases her neck and she exhales in his mouth. He forcibly gropes her breasts. He crushes them together, pulls them apart, and rubs them together in every direction. She resists a little.
"Not so rough, you brute!"
Rodin continues, ignoring Bayonetta's request. He grabs and pulls at her clothes while going for her throat again.
Nyaaa…
"I said quiet," he orders, getting rougher. "And keep yo fuckin' hands down."
Being the submissive kitten that she is, she does as she's told. Luka stops watching his sweet Cerazita being manhandled by Rodin. He gets more upset as he listens to her muffled moans of pleasure and Rodin's low growls.
"Is that what you want, Cerazita!" he huffs under his breath. "To be… treated like a piece of meat?!"
Luka leers at Bayonetta and Rodin devouring each other's faces.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Mwaaaah~~!
Rodin sticks out his tongue and Bayonetta sucks on it. Rodin licks the side of her face and viciously attacks the side of her neck with hard kisses and bites.
Nyaaah, nyaaaah, nyaaahh~
"You are one loud bitch, aren't ya?"
Bayonetta nods. Rodin takes a step back with his arms folded. Bayonetta looks over her shoulder.
"Do the position," he commands.
"Yes, Rodin."
Bayonetta climbs on top of the bar counter and does a full side split. She leans forward presenting her ass. Rodin takes a seat as he orders her to perform certain moves. Luka watches on, getting a full view of the spectacle Bayonetta's about to put on.
"Lift."
Bayonetta raises her hips.
"Higher"
She goes even higher.
"More."
Bayonetta lifts her hips as high as she can.
"Hold it."
Bayonetta does as she's told. Rodin examines her posture. He smacks her ass.
Crack!
Ooohh~
He strokes her hair as her face is smashed down on the counter.
"On your tippy toes."
She holds the position, now on pointed feet. He grabs her ass with both hands and shakes her ass. He feels in between her damp crotch. He smacks her ass again, harder.
Nyaaa…
"Now put those pussy lips on the counter."
She slams back down into the split, shaking any nearby glasses.
"Your form is lookin' better. Now it's time to put that ass to work. Get over here on this table."
Bayonetta slides off the counter, and goes to the table Rodin picked for her. Before she climbs onto it, he yanks her by the back of her neck and aggressively kisses her again. Bayonetta doesn't pull away and lets it happen. Rodin slaps and grabs at her tits again. Her moans get louder. Luka keeps watching them. When he goes down to adjust himself he realizes he has a hardon. He tries to make it go away but he can't help it, her noises are turning him on.
Rodin spins Bayonetta around, knocking her into the table. She catches herself.
"Do the position."
She climbs on to the table into a side split. She's facing Luka's direction but doesn't notice him
"Lose the clothes."
Bayonetta unravels her hair around her body, but she's not completely bare. She reveals very sexy lingerie underneath, leaving only her nipple covered and black thong. Rodin strips fully naked. His massive, limp 18 inch cock swings low between his legs. Luka's eyes almost fall out of his head at the sight of it. Rodin takes his dark behemoth and hits it across her raw ass cheeks.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
He rests it in between her cheeks and the rest hangs over the side of her hip.
"Get me hard, Bayonetta."
Bayonetta clenches her cheeks together, then shakes and wiggles her ass up and down like a masturbation toy. She gyrates her hips and jiggles her ass. When she has a rhythm going, she makes her ass clap with his cock sandwiched in the middle. Rodin smacks her ass, indicating she needs to go faster.
Blop! Blop! Blop!
Smack!
Blop, blop, blop, blop, blop!
SMACK! SMACK!
Bayonetta pants heavily trying to go harder. Rodin folds her ass taut around his shaft.
Gyruun…
Rodin pulls her back to him again, fiercely kissing her. He repeatedly sticks his tongue in and out of her mouth, teasingly.
"I'm still not hard."
"...I know…"
Rodin grabs his dick and prods around her sloppy pussy.
"There is no 25 or 50% this time," he groans. "You're taking all dis shit."
Bayonetta braces herself as Rodin inserts the head.
Nymph!
He pushes more of himself in and Bayonetta whines with each passing second. He holds her hips steady, the massive member slinks deeper inside, pressing against her inflexible walls. Her hand goes back, signaling him to stop. He's 10 inches in.
"I'm only halfway in. Move your hand."
Bayonetta struggles to move her hand when it freezes in place, then Rodin shoos it away. He grabs onto each of her ankles, hunching over her and forcing more of himself in her. Bayonetta grits her teeth and whines, taking in more cock than she can handle. He's 13 inches in. Luka gawks at Bayonetta while fumbling with his penis through his pants. Seeing and hearing Bayonetta's grunts of discomfort brings him slight joy.
Seriously, Cerezita! Is that how you like it?! Ha! I should've known. I should've–! Goddamn why Cerezita? I love you…
17 inches in and Rodin stops. He feels her body fight against him. He snarls in her ear and she nuzzles his face.
"How does it feel?"
"It's," she gasps. "It's too much! I can't keep it – you can't keep it in!"
Her body shakes uncontrollably as he finally slides the last inch; her snatch has devoured his shaft in its entirety. His cock throbs inside her. He slowly moves his hips back and forth, only pulling back about an inch or two. Bayonetta arches her back and lets her head roll.
Nyah, nyah, aaahh~
Clop! Clop! Clop!
Thunk… Thunk… Thunk…
Rodin's hands grab onto her hips as he fucks her on the table while in a split. The table rocks to the rhythm of his strokes. They greedily consume each other's face in the thralls of their lust. Bayonetta's pussy stiffen on impact and he cock expands more.
"You feel that shit?"
"Yes… I do…!"
"You love that shit don't you?"
"Yes…! I love it! Give me more! Please give me more, Rodin!"
He grabs her by the throat and lets her have it.
Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump!
Her glasses bounce around on her face; she's barely keeps them on. Her tits bounce and swing in every direction. She moves her hips to the same beat of Rodin's pounding. He smacks her ass in rapid sessions. Rodin looks in Luka's direction; he grins.
"That's it," he growls. "Get me hard! C'mon! You can do it!"
Luka's pants are down at his ankles. His shirt's open, exposing his bare chest. He's furiously masturbating his mediocre penis and crying at the same time. He pinches his nipple and caresses his washboard abs. He massages his balls for a moment and listens intently to Rodin annihilating Bayonetta's supple body. He spits in his palm and beats his meat like crazy, even thrusting his hips a little.
"What's the name of that pussy-ass boyfriend of yours?"
Nyahh~! Nyahh~! Aahhhh~! Nymph!
Rodin pulls back on her twin pigtails, "What's the name of that pussy-ass boyfriend of yours, Bayonetta?"
"L-l-l-l-u-u-u-u-!"
"-Say his name!"
"Luuuuuukahhhhh!"
"Again!"
"Lukaaaaah! Lukaaaaa! Fuck!"
Rodin releases her hair and fishhooks the corners of her mouth with his thick index fingers, creating an orgasmic smile across her face. Rodin's grin grows looking in Luka's direction. His cock enlarges more within her guts. Her cunt lips swell and leak from the brutal beating from his member. It drips from the table onto the floor, forming a puddle.
"Lug-gah! Lug-gah," she gargles out.
Rodin lets go of her mouth, she gasps for air then collapses. Rodin's hand reaches underneath to her crotch. He flicks and pinches at her swollen clit. Bayonetta moans louder and louder. He rubs and smacks her clit swiftly.
"R-R-Rodin," she pleas. "I need to cum. Puh-lease let me cum!"
"Not yet."
He proceeds to fuck her steady while playing with her tired clit. Her eyes roll up with her mouth agape.
"I need to cum! Please let me cum!"
"Not… yet, woman!"
"Please, Rodin! Please!"
He tilts her head up and makes her look in Luka's direction.
"Say the phrase and then cum."
Luka heaves and pants.
"Say it, Cerezita," Luka whines under breath. "
"Your… d-d-dear sweet Cere-za is cumming! I'm coming for you, Ro-o-din!"
Bayonetta's eyes turn white and she cums with such velocity, she squirts. A gush of fluid explodes from her body nonstop. Her body goes limp while Rodin holds her upright.
Sploosh! Squish, squish! Sploosh! Squish!
Whumpa-whumpa-whumpa-whumpa!
Luka cums onto the floor himself! He bites down on his lip, not making a sound. Rodin does one final thrust and lets her body drop dead onto the table. Her body trembles uncontrollably. He pulls all 18 inches out of her and more fluids flow out of her body. Rodin turns her over onto her back. He positions himself in between her legs. She mumbles out nonsense. He lifts both of her legs onto his chest. He positions his cock for reinsertion.
"Rodin," she implores. "Destroy your fuckdoll."
Rodin bulldozes himself back in and hard. She grips onto the side of the table as he aggressively takes her. He grunts louder as the clapping sound of his pelvis collides against her ass. He wraps his arms tightly around both of her thighs. He leans in closer, going deeper. Her unyielding pussy narrows against his shaft.
Gynun! Gynun! Gynun!
Nyaahhh! Ahhh! Nah, nah, nahoooo! Mmmmnnn~!
Fap, fap, fap!
"The fuck are you trying to do," he scoffs. "Tryna make me cum?"
Bayonetta squints her eyes at him and smiles.
"Bet."
Rodin spreads her legs apart, grabs both pigtails into his fists, and pulls her head forward. Her body and legs bounce wildly from his sudden combative demeanor. She tries to pull her head back but fails.
"Make me cum! Make.. me… CUM!" he roars.
Luka gawks at them still frantically fapping away.
Make him cum, Cerezita. Make him cum, like you made me cum, bitch! Fuck!
Bayonetta starts to glow red. The glyph on her back pulsates with dark energy. Rodin feels her trying to use demon slave against him. She locks her ankles around his waist while he bulldoze the magic out of her. His cock stiffens and expands a little more within her. A red mist permeates from his body.
"Let's have some fun…"
He beats her pussy unabatingly, she throws her hips into it. Neither one of them are letting up! Bayonetta grabs onto his arms, digging her nails into his skin. He yanks her body close to his. She wraps her arms around his neck, holding for dear life.
"Fuckin' horny slut," he mumbles.
"Yeah," she moans. "Fuck this witch slut, with your big black cock!"
"Need to come to me to get fucked right, huh?!"
"Yeah! Give it to me! Feed my eager pussy!"
They zealously engulf each other's faces. Bayonetta bites down on Rodin's lip as she cums again. A geyser of Bayonetta juices erupts from her cunt. Rodin doesn't let up while she screams into his mouth. His legs are drenched and his feet stand in a pool of their fluids. The sweat pours down his bald head onto her sweaty body. Rodin suddenly jerks his dick out of her. She plummets back onto the table, paralyzed. Rodin's stroking his cock; he's fully erect.
"You almost had me there," he chuckles.
She doesn't say anything.
"Time to let my hair out."
Rodin takes a step back and morphs into his demonic form of black and red skin. His hands and feet turn into sharp red claws with three claws on the front of each foot and an extra claw at the heel. Red markings and crystalline growth on his brow and a single horn on his head. His massive red feathered wings expand and flutter. He lifts Bayonetta up into his arms. She clasps onto him, unsure of what's to expect next. She's never dealt with him in his demon form.
"Rodin?"
He stands in front of the table, wanting Luka to have a nice view of what's about to happen. He flips her around, lifts her up by her hips in the reserve butterfly position. She's facing Luka's direction. Her back lays against Rodin's chest as she's suspended off the ground completely open. Her pussy quakes in anticipation for his demon cock to slither its way back in.
"How long do you plan on hiding back there?"
Luka's eyes shoot open.
Shit! Did Rodin know I've been here this whole time?! Of course he would know!
"Or do you like being a pervert?"
Luka shuffles out from behind the column with his pants around his ankles. Bayonetta's eyes widened in fear then anger.
"Luka?!"
Luka sheepishly waves with a shit eating grin on his face.
"He's been here the whole time, watching me tear yo ass up. Figure he might want a front row seat for the finale."
"Haha, you know," Luka says trying to keep cool. "I'll let you two continue on with … this, and uh you know. Be safe! See you at home Cereza!"
"You're not going anywhere."
Luka suddenly can't move.
"Have a seat buddy."
"No, thanks Rodin," he says nervously. "I really gotta get going."
Rodin forces Luka to sit down in the chair behind him using telekinesis. Rodin lifts Bayonetta's ass up, preparing her for insertion.
"Luka," she cries. "Don't look. I don't need you to see me like this!"
"He's already seen enough," Rodin laughs. "Now it's time to give him a little more."
Rodin crams his demon cock deep inside Bayonetta. Luka closes his eyes shut.
Nyahh, ah, ah, ah, anhg~!
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!
"Come take a look at yo girl, man," Rodin smiles. "You're really missing out."
Rodin fucks her vigorously. Bayonetta gazes at Luka and notices he has cum stains on his pants and his penis is twitching.
"L-l-l-luka, y-y-ou ar-e-e-e ha-ha-ha-ard?" she asks in a choppy voice. "You-u-u li-i-i-ke seein' me l-like this-s-s-s?"
"No, I don't Cerezita!"
Rodin grabs her by both pigtails in one hand and hoists her up by her hair. His other hand is wrapped around her waist while she leans forward; her feet not touching the ground. His ungovernable lust and need to humiliate Luka goes to the extreme! Her tits jiggle uncontrollably! Her body's glazed in sweat. He can smell the strong yet sweet aroma emitting from her lady parts. Her eyes roll to the back of her head, mouth gaping, and tongue flopping out in the corner of her mouth. She's literally Rodin's fuck doll.
Clop, clop, clop, clop, clop!
Squelch, squelch, Squelch, squelch!
Aaahhh~! Ah~! Nyaaaaaa~!
Luka opens his eyes, and starts to emotionally masturbate. Rodin laughs.
"Atta boy. Look at how ya girl take this dick like a champ."
"Fuck, Rodin," Luka sobs.
"If you knew what to do with her, then she wouldn't have to come to me."
Luka starts to get into it, rubbing his hands all over his chest and body. As Rodin's fucking Bayonetta, he lifts her up high and aims her pussy juice onto Luka like a refreshing shower. Luka rubs it all over his face.
"Look at how happy he is, Bayonetta."
"L-u-u-u-ka-a-a-a makes-s-s-s me h-h-h-appy, too!"
Rodin slows down and breathes heavily, he's ready to finish this. Bayonetta takes this moment to catch her breath. He holds Bayonetta by both of her ankles spread apart as far as they can go. Luka gawks at the full view of Rodin's massive demon cock filling Bayonetta's pink hole before him. Luka realizes what he's about to do!
"Rodin…!"
Rodin laughs sinisterly and he morphs back to his human form.
"Rodin," Luka begs. "Don't. Okay? You've made your point."
Rodin licks the sweat off the side of Bayonetta's shoulder. His tongue runs along the side of her neck, and up the side of her face. He continues to lick and suck on her neck while she moans louder. The two of them start to make out heavily. She rubs his wet bald head then her body. She smiles.
"Cerezita…?"
Thwop! Thwop! Thwop! Thwop!
Squelch, squelch, Squelch, squelch!
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Gynun! Gynun! Gynun!
Nyaahhh! Ahhh! Nah, nah, nahoooo! Mmmmnnn~!
Fap, fap, fap!
Rodin's tearing her shit up!
"Rodin! Don't cum in her!" Luka cries. "Please don't cum in her! Don't cum in my, Cerezita!"
Luka loses control as he masturbates to the rhythm of Rodin's pounding on Bayonetta.
"Please don't cum in her! Don't cum in her, don't cum in her, don't cum in her!"
Bayonetta's pussy locks onto Rodin's rod and draws the life out of him. Bayonetta grits her teeth and shuts her eyes tightly.
Gynun! Ynuuun! Ynuuun!
"Cerezita, don't let him do it!"
"I have to get the cum out or he'll be mad…!" she moans.
Rodin snarls and groans, taking big breaths. A surge of energy races through his body, fills his lungs, and clogs his cock to the max! His load explodes out of her snatch and all over Luka! Luka cums, too!
"Fuuuuuuuck," Luka screams.
Rodin continues to fuck his cum into her as it spills out. Gallons of it spray all over Bayonetta, the floor, but mainly on Luka. Rodin quivers a bit as he gently lowers Bayonetta onto her feet. He holds onto her as his cock pulsates within her. He leads a dazed and confused Bayonetta over to a table and bends her over. She collapses onto it, slowly coming back to reality. Rodin playfully spanks her ass and falls on top of her. His member steady spasms while a stream of jizz flows in between her thighs.
Luka struggles to his feet and shuffles his way over to Bayonetta and Rodin with his pants around his ankles. He grabs Rodin's cock from behind and yanks it out of Bayonetta, like he's pulling a plug out of a light socket. It even made a suction noise.
"...Thanks man," Rodin leers.
"Get off of her."
Rodin stands up and turns to Luka.
"The least you could say is 'thank you'," Rodin groans.
"Fuck you… Rodin," Luka says, trying to be brave.
"Fuck you, Luka."
Luka steps back when he sees Rodin's eyes glow red from behind his glasses. He sees Rodin's cock convulse a bit, before Rodin ambles away. Luka hears Bayonetta whimper.
"Cerezita!" he says. "Are you okay?"
"Luka…" she smiles.
He holds her hard and plants a deep kiss on her. She crumbles into his arms. He lifts her into his arms.
"You ready to go home?"
She nods her head and buries her face into his chest, drifting off to sleep.
He lumbers over to the front door as the clanging of his belt buckles scrape along the floor.