Kyla Valstar,” Kyla replied without looking up. There was a haze of energy completing her cube-shaped room. Xxx A reflex. Kyla leaped over its first swing and cut through its arm, severing the demon’s hand. “Can anyone hear me?!?” Kyla shouted. Time had ceased to mean anything as she drifted in and out of consiousness. It could have been just minutes or several hours, Kyla couldn’t tell. It got louder and louder, and in a dizzying moment Kyla suddenly realized there was something behind her. “You’re among the latter, Kyla. She probably smelled horrendous but she’d stopped noticing that after the second week. That f-feels s-so good!”
The ethereal’s hands slid slowly up the curve of Kyla’s torso, slipping up under her breasts. Kyla heard herself moan as she rolled onto her back and slammed her fingers into her dripping hole.
