The rumbling roar of thunder hides the loud moan that filled the vast room. And the still darkness concealed the shadows of two killers fighting their earthly passion. The soft thick futon that covered the tatami floors cluttered erratically below the bestial motions of the bare man on his knees. Sweaty. Vigorous. Satisfying.
The woman on all fours cried in delight. With every deep strike on her torso that compelled her to stride in the rhythm of their vicious lust. She clawed, she bit, she licked every inch of the man. Worshipping every scar that embodies his strength.
The garish howl that came out of his mouth when he reached his peak echoed through the wooden walls and ceilings. His crimson irises rolled forcefully into his eyelids reaching for the sight of paradise as a hanyo (half-demon) like him would never catch a glimpse.
