Mining

She told the truth.....even when she was lying,

Just as he did. That’s what made the pair so great.

She sat alone....with him.

He was her Pinocchio......

Except instead of an extending nose, she would watch for how his dick would react when he lied, and it was hard as wood.

But still, he was not real....but more than a figment of her imagination, he existed as her toy in this place.

There was a bay window in the room in which Darko stood in front of dressed in black lacy lingerie, smoking her bowl and gazing out over the surface of the sea that reflected the shadow of the lighthouse cast by the light of the moon. The yellow light filtered through the window slashing across her face, recovering one of her pointed rabbit ears from the darkness from which she stood partially enveloped. As if suddenly emerging from the trance cast on her by the shadow on the body of water, she turned her head to look over her shoulder at her Senpai doll, still puffing her pipe.

He wasn't real.

She couldn't feel.

She wanted to heal.

She thought about pussy.

She was in a world away from the world. Neither Alt world nor Limbo.

He set her on fire when he needed to. Her lie detecting doll.

The way he made her shake and cum attracted other predators.

They wanted to fuck her too.

But she would be the one doing the fucking.

Darko dropped to her knees and crawled like a creature descending from the darkness onto her Senpai doll.....then lifted herself before sliding smoothly onto his hard as wood, cock.

He didn't move. He wasn't real. He was just a doll.

Her Pinocchio.

She closed her eyes and saw her hips. she used her hands to explore his chest looking for a good place to hold on to him.

She let out a hysterical laugh....as tentacles shot out of her eye sockets.

Her hands had found his hair for her reigns, and she pulled it hard as her hips shot backwards pulling his dick out far enough to just hold it down in its opposite direction with the edge of her pussy.

The tentacles that were now protruding from her face stretched to caress Senpai doll's skin. They ran over his chest, up to his neck, then covering his face and began to suck and massage every area that they kissed and pulsated over as they slithered.

His dick was like a key that unleashed her monster.

She winded her hips slowly, and slid him around the walls of her pussy in circular motions. She wanted to feel him on every part of her pussy.

And then she could feel him.

She could feel his cock's head pointed straight up in her like a volcano getting ready to explode.

She screamed in 3 sweet voices so beautiful it hurt.

His eyes and ears began to bleed.

Her doll was made of blood.

She used one of her tentacles to split their dimension in half and in one dimension she took her knife-sharp metal claws and ripped the skin of his face to shreds.

In the other, she added a forward dip to her hip's circular motion.

She felt everything.

But her heart was empty.

He was a doll.

She could focus on getting his dick to that magical spot.

Her tongue extended into a sharp point that swung like a pendulum, threatening to slit his throat.

Her tentacles were busy at work slicing dimensions of various scenes in which she desecrated his body.

But in this one, she rode him until her dark bat-like wings sprouted from her back, and the monster came in a gushing puddle right before she began to tear apart and devour the body of her prey.

She was nastier than a Kumiho, she was a Cummie-Hoe.