Kiss of death
All this was going on and all his organ could think of was bulge in erection. What was so exciting about being straddled by a creature pulled straight out of a horror scene?
Surely, stranger things would come knocking looking for one of their monsters. But even then, his member chose the wrong time to be hard, as if life wasn't already.
Even as his body yet bucked and strained against the vise of her otherworldly presence pinning him, Carlos instinctively understood his struggles unfolded in vain. With abject finality, he surrendered himself over to the impending annihilation of his scarce identity...
When the demonic being's pallid features finally descended toward his, all pretense of seduction or mockery bled away into sheer bestial hunger. He could see it in her eyes, he was prey and she was predator. He was breakfast and unceremoniously served in bed.