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Vash slowly pressed into the girl, penetrating her to what seemed her core.
\"Ah...!\" Typhoon gasped as the Humanoid version of herself slowly pumped, getting up to speed.
\"Your first time? I love this feeling...you\'re so tight...like Meryl was.\" He felt himself going faster and faster as the girl cursed him mentally, pretending it was her first time again...she could never forget it...this \"Vash! Faster!\" was just as bad as HIM...her rapist...Taki. Taki and his little bitch. Taki and Seras. She felt sick, no matter which expression you used. She had a mission, however, and memories were not to interfere. She felt the flesh rip as her knife penetrated the Gunman, returning the favor. She threw him onto his back, still feeling him inside her.
\"Would you like for me to finish it?\" She stabbed the blade into his prosthetic arm, watching it spark, illuminating the dark room as he screamed. She licked at his neck as she continued to ride him, bouncing on his hard cock, feeling it get deeper and deeper into her. She began slamming her hips against his, digging her skin into his flesh as she felt her first orgasm hit. \"Vash!\" She licked at his mouth, kissing him hard, forcing his lips apart as she pinned his other hand to the ground, crucifying him in the dirt, feeling his legs spasm with his shouts. She knew he was close. She always knew. They came together, her collapsing, large chest cushioning the fall against his lifeless body. All that was left to do was get proof of the kill...her blade sliced along his throat during her third, final, orgasm of the day.

Mitsuko kissed the man back, feeling him pin her to the wall. She loved feeling helpless, and he knew it. Not that she minded. Knives licked along her teeth, biting her tongue lightly as he unzipped the front of her top, watching it open.
\"No bra, hm...?\" She blushed, looking away, glasses lightly fogging.
\"Iie...I thought it might make it easier for you, my master...\" She gasped as his lips landed on her neck, sucking lightly. \"Ah...! Knives-sama...!\" She felt her arm sneak down to her fly, but she was stopped as he pinned her arms against the bricks, holding her by the wrists.
\"None of that. If ANYONE makes you feel good right now, it\'s me. After all, you\'re to carry my seed. MY seed.\" He ran his hand across a petite breast, squeezing the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, feeling it harden in his grasp. He knew she would be willing. She was deadly, too. A major plus, defending his child. He felt himself harden as he unzipped her fly, his own pants removed. Hers soon followed, along with her stained white panties as he entered. She cried as he stretched her, it not feeling anything like she had imagined or practiced. Why was he being so rough? Didn\'t he love her? Or...was he only using her to pass his line along!?
\"Knives! I love you!\" Her only reply was his grunt with each thrust, continuing until she made a final pierce, filling her with his semen as he pulled out.
\"Clean me off, Oni.\" He held his meat before her mouth, having dropped her to her knees after finishing. She felt almost violated, if not for the fact that she loved him. She reluctantly licked the tip of his member, taking all six inches into her mouth, tasting herself and his seed mixed together. It was disgusting to her, but anything for him. He pulled out after a bit, pulling his pants back on before turning to leave. \"Thank you. I\'ll see you later.\" He walked off into the dawn, leaving the \"demon\" to sob into the bright new day. What a day. A great start to signify an even better future. Or so she thought...