<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/86/Dallas_DevilLord.jpg/539px-Dallas_DevilLord.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><br/><br/><em>YES!</em> His thoughts boomed and hissed within her ears, like a concussive wave around them both as his every organ pumped into her like they were churning butter. The speed increased. His oily, fleshy limbs -- all of a vicious slick pounding, stretching and swelling inside of her. Power began to energize within his entire frame as he focused on this new assault. It would not be the first orgasm from her. Before he was through, he would fill her in ways she never thought possible.<br/><br/>This was the Dark Kuro, the "Blackest of Black. And it was his ultimate form. However, he felt the strength to be waning after much concentration. It was strange for this realm. In the oblivion, he could sustain it for much longer -- and do far more with it. But it was no matter. If there was power to be gained, perhaps he might learn to extend this form. Or possess even greater power than what Dark Kuro could provide in these realms. <br/><br/><em>Are you enjoying yourself, Stargazer? <br/><br/>Hahahaha! You certainly seem to be!</em><br/><br/>Each of his lengths now jutting and violently pistoning in and out of her without care to her body's limits at all. It wasn't from the sheer strength, but it was powered by fear and doubt. It was fueled by the untamed fires of the mind raging wild. Her broken mind would be his power. His eyes widened as they took to her heaving breasts stroking the anaconda choking her throat.<br/><br/><em>It is <em>you</em> that should prepare yourself for Drath'tor, bitch!</em><br/><br/></span><hr/>Pleasure Roll: 1d20 + 10=<strong>24</strong>