Two very different views, it seemed. While Kitja was of the undead, with a long history riddled with violence, she considered herself one with the aristocracy at large. A member of the wealthy majority of Kindred. When called anything remotely questionable, the woman was insulted; her pride on the line before any bodily harm may otherwise come. Customs and culture played heavily into this mentality, as it was a notably different era when Kitja was sired than their present location, clustered amid the other interplanetary races like a menagerie of awkwardly chosen toys. The dome above proved only to establish further evidence that Kitja wasn't the xenos her captor was looking for. On the contrary, it was evident in the nature of their colony that humanity was the alien presence among the Kindred, relying heavily on their existence to continue living what some might consider worthless lives.
But Kitja, beside others among the court, had always provided for those in their stead. What use was there of a purge?
None. Such things were out of the question as far as the Scourge was concerned, given the coming event boded poorly for her race. With thoughts trailing back to the repercussions at hand, Kitja's body anchored against Arcinax with every willful shove he made to drive his cock further into the constricting confines of her plump ass. The muscles worked tirelessly to lash out at his forcefulness, though that was little to be done against the massive male, and his impact crashed her frame repeatedly against the counter top. Arched against the metal of his armored chest, the Vampire hissed and sighed, her voice guttural and haunting when she sank low down the length of his cock. Every movement brought swift response, though she could feel the small tremors coursing through his frame as he grew closer to finishing.
Even when overwhelmed by such sensations, her pride returned unceremoniously as a counterweight to his violence. He wanted her, even if she was filthy. No amount of rhetoric would wash away that personal achievement as his hands groped and caressed her form, manhandling her breasts from where they spilled from her blouse. A purge? Hardly. Even beneath the talks of cleansing her home of the evil it was harboring, the marine had willingly fucked that evil. Throbbing and desperate for release, Kitja measured her victory by just how he deep he went to fulfill each thrust and give his cock the climax it was yearning for. In the dark of the storefront, hidden from the eyes of their peers, the woman wore a secret smile she hid behind gliding her tongue against the tips of her fangs. Partially elongated, her heated state had gotten the best of her, and the blood in the air drew out the beast within.
"Base needs first." Slowly, her features would turn so they buried against the marine's where he had lingered near her neck. Lips traced lightly against the grain of his jawline, his scent unmistakable to the predator while she asked, "Did you plan this?"
But Kitja, beside others among the court, had always provided for those in their stead. What use was there of a purge?
None. Such things were out of the question as far as the Scourge was concerned, given the coming event boded poorly for her race. With thoughts trailing back to the repercussions at hand, Kitja's body anchored against Arcinax with every willful shove he made to drive his cock further into the constricting confines of her plump ass. The muscles worked tirelessly to lash out at his forcefulness, though that was little to be done against the massive male, and his impact crashed her frame repeatedly against the counter top. Arched against the metal of his armored chest, the Vampire hissed and sighed, her voice guttural and haunting when she sank low down the length of his cock. Every movement brought swift response, though she could feel the small tremors coursing through his frame as he grew closer to finishing.
Even when overwhelmed by such sensations, her pride returned unceremoniously as a counterweight to his violence. He wanted her, even if she was filthy. No amount of rhetoric would wash away that personal achievement as his hands groped and caressed her form, manhandling her breasts from where they spilled from her blouse. A purge? Hardly. Even beneath the talks of cleansing her home of the evil it was harboring, the marine had willingly fucked that evil. Throbbing and desperate for release, Kitja measured her victory by just how he deep he went to fulfill each thrust and give his cock the climax it was yearning for. In the dark of the storefront, hidden from the eyes of their peers, the woman wore a secret smile she hid behind gliding her tongue against the tips of her fangs. Partially elongated, her heated state had gotten the best of her, and the blood in the air drew out the beast within.
"Base needs first." Slowly, her features would turn so they buried against the marine's where he had lingered near her neck. Lips traced lightly against the grain of his jawline, his scent unmistakable to the predator while she asked, "Did you plan this?"
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