The shouting grew louder as you approached, the hallway free of bodies. The rest of the hideout was cleared out, your chrome & iron having done the job, or perhaps not in favor of a more subtle entrance. With that, your gig should've been done here and now.

But you didn't account for any hostages, or a daemon based on all that screeching...

"YOU MOTHERFUCKERS, YOU'RE ALL DEAD! DEAD! EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU WHEN I'M OUTTA THIS!" That rabid threat lead you to the cellar, lock already dealt with once you reached the bottom of the stairs. Moving inside, you're met by grime & dust, almost no light save for weak rays from the stairwell plus the huge floodlight emplaced in the center, aimed at a crappy bed. On it, you discover the fiendish little presence, frantic eyes of rage targeting you at once.

"HEY, YOU, ASSHOLE! GET ME THE FUCK OUT THIS! I'M GONNA KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF THESE GONK BASTARDS UNTIL THERE'S NOTHING LEFT OF THEM! FUCKING PIECES OF SHIT!" Writhing within her bonds, purple electric strands restraining her to the bed, all she had on were her bra & panties. The scene spoke for itself, but based on your unintentionally timely arrival, it looked like the gonks didn't get the chance to go any further. To say this was an unexpected hitch in the equation would be an understatement...

Now what?

"Hey, fuck you too! I've got more spunk in me than the rest of these pathetic jerks combined!"

"Yeah, well... Long story short? I pissed off the wrong people." She grins. "Gotta say though, they sure knew how to show their appreciation for me not playin' along." Her tail thumps against the metal bedframe with an almost subsonic hum. "But hey, at least it made for good entertainment while I waited for someone stronger'n you lot to show up and bail my ass outta here!"

Her grin widens as she studies you. "Oh yeah? And just what do you want in return, choomba?" She wiggles her butt enticingly against the bedframe again, sending a shiver down your spine despite yourself.

Her eyes narrow as she thinks about your offer...and then suddenly they widen in surprise and something like delight. She laughs, a genuine, throaty sound that's both amused and satisfied. "Fuckin' A! You got yourself a deal, choomba!" She cranes her neck toward you, grinning widely enough to show off a hint of fang. "What do you want first? Front or back?"

She rolls onto her stomach with a loud groan, stretching languidly. "Alright, choomba. Get comfy and grab yourself a handful of those sweet ass cheeks while I find something to bite down on..." She grins over her shoulder at you. "And don't you dare go easy on me!" Her tail swishes slowly back and forth as she anticipates your touch.

Her breath catches in her throat as you enter her, the tight grip of her ass milking your cock with every thrust. She throws her head back, a low moan escaping her lips as pleasure ripples through her body like electricity. "Fuck, yeah!" she gasps. Her nails dig into the metal bedframe and her tail slaps against the mattress rhythmically, matching your force with her own animalistic desire.

"Harder! Harder!" she demands breathlessly, arching her back further in a futile attempt to get deeper into your touch. Her body trembles with need as the pleasure builds, her vision starting to blur around the edges from sensory overload. "Oh fuck..." She groans, digging her heels into the mattress for leverage. "So good... I'm close... gonna cum..."

With your hand in her mouth, the feel of your cock thrusting harder into her ass intensifies. She bites down hard on your hand as her orgasm washes over her, arching her back off the bed and mewling around your fingers. Her tight channel squeezes your length with each powerful stroke, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her body. "Fuck!" she cries out hoarsely. "I'm cumming!"

Her whole body tenses, trembles, and shudders as the release washes over her, leaving her panting and gasping for air, every muscle sore from the exertion. She lies there for a moment, catching her breath before rolling over onto her back with a loud groan. "Well," she says with a satisfied grin, "I think we can consider that deal made and done."