WICK£D GOD
Wicked God – Chapter 25&26
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Gods of Death Duet-Book One
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[Jethro’s House]
“Dad!” Bellatrix entered the study.
She didn’t look relaxed like her early morning self.
Jethro knew something was on.
Her hands grabbed the desk edges as her figure bent in front of her father.
“Bella?” Jethro frowned.
“Why is Mr. Acheron here?”
“Mr. Acheron?” Jethro repeated.
“El Crow’s father!” She snapped. “Isn’t Acheron their family surname? Arturo Acheron is here at the gate! I saw him through the intercom!”
Jethro grinned, relaxing.
“Why are you this worked up over El Crow’s father’s presence?”
“Cos I know you!” Bellatrix tapped the desk. “Did you invite him here cos of El? I told you to not step in!”
“What made you think I’ll invite Arturo to my house just to set you up with his son when I can easily kidnap his son off the streets?” Jethro opened his laptop, smoothly.
“Dad.” Bellatrix inhaled. “I know whatever you’re planning to do is about me, so can you please stop? Yes, I’m in love with El Crow, but if I try my best and he doesn’t want me, I’ll give up—”
“Bella!” Jethro slammed the desk.
Bella flinched, taking a step away fearfully, palms closed on each other.
“What my daughter wants, my daughter gets! If he doesn’t want you?” He removed his tobacco pipe. “He’d want death.”
“Dad.” She shook her head. “Fine, I don’t want to get with him anymore.”
“You’re not goot at lying, Bella.” Jethro stood, pocketing his hands as he walked out of his desk. “I saw your eyes last night when you were staring at him at the underground! That endearing look in your eyes, he has to return it in folds and worship you.”
Bellatrix gulped, throat slopping.
“I don’t want him to get hurt. I don’t want to force myself on him. I want pure feelings, not forced emotions.”
Jethro’s hand stroked her hair, eyes boring into her mascaraed lashes.
“Fine.” he smiled. “No one gets hurt, and we’ll let him go if he doesn’t want you, but I’ll step in a bit by asking his father to come to my business mixer and bring him along.”
Bellatrix’s fear went down, and her smile blossomed. “Thank you, Dad. I love you.” She hugged him.
“You’re always cherished, bambolina.” Jethro kissed her hair.
Bellatrix left the office, and Jethro returned to his desk.
His smile wiped off, and his eyes snapped to the laptop screen.
A research page sat there, written with red ink, and the research topics were clear on the top…
Null, Apex, and ApexPlus.
He shut down the laptop, and Arturo was immediately led in by a staff.
Jethro reclined, countenance unnerving.
“Welcome to Jethro’s universe…Arturo Acheron.”
—
[Convenience Store]
The only mistake the men made was lunging for the two.
Skylar got pierced on the forehead with a metal hook, but instead of screaming out despite the pain that merged in her head, she laughed out demonically, learning to become one with the pain and live.
As the blood bathed her face, the forehead wound closed up fast.
Seeing that, the man in with the metal hook was astounded. Finally an expression on his face.
Skylar’s laughter sounded mightily dispelling. Like a fallen, broken jade at the edge of a rock.
Her neck was tilted so much she looked like a zombie.
The man lifted the hook again, but he hadn’t landed when she lifted him as excessively big as he was.
A dark growl left her throat, and her eyes shimmered again as she tossed him to the wall easily.
He didn’t just hit the wall.
His body crashed into it, and the wall cracked, broke and shattered, forming a really big hole.
Through the hole, his body rolled out of the store to the back road exactly when a truck was coming.
His head disappeared under the tyres of the truck. Blood dyed the road.
El Crow’s fingers latched around the sleeve of another one, trying to tear off his shirt, but he peeled free and came at El Crow with a remote-controlled shock collar which he easily slipped into his neck.
He stepped back and pressed the activating button on the little remote.
The electric currents sliced through El Crow’s body like fishes in water.
His head tangled messily. Brains and the skul nearly melted to each other. Bones and flesh boiled, and his body trembled till his knees weakened.
He dropped on the floor, easily losing his breaths.
The man with the remote flexed his arms, looking victorious as he stared at El Crow’s body on the floor.
Across the store, Eden’s mouth was wide, but Skylar looked unworried.
The remote holder went close to El Crow and threw the remote on his chest like he was dumping a cigar butt on a dead body, but he couldn’t move after he did the dumping.
Something tightened around his ankle, and when he looked down, El Crow’s eyes were open.
His expression shifted, but his body also shifted when El Crow spun up and lifted him easily.
He didn’t throw him sidewards or slam him to the wall or the floors.
He tossed him up.
His body rammed against the ceilings of the store till he went sandwiched between two ceiling metals which tore out his stomach flesh.
He remained hung there, and his blood dripped to the floor.
The remaining two men didn’t wait for another freak show.
They dashed out of the store and disappeared into the morning.
The tension in the atmosphere didn’t soften. If anything, it moistened and felt fresh as El Crow turned.
Eden was just standing from the floor, gum bleeding into her lips.
Skylar was wiping her bloody face with a tissue she tore from the shelf, but immediately their eyes met, she dumped the tissue and crossed to him. “Why did you come here?”
“I lose a brain cell each time I answer your boring questions, and that’s not about to happen this morning,” He stated as he walked to Eden.
“I was trying to get this runaway kid out of the men’s trap, and I went down with heartache, then you appeared like a messiah, and you expect me to sit think it was normal?”
El Crow turned, the veins on his knuckles fattening.
“You don’t see me asking what you were doing in the woods the day I kissed Roselle…”
Skylar’s jaws hardened.
“Yes.” He pointed his scissors at her. “That day, i felt the power surge which I don’t feel unless you’re around. I knew you were in the woods, but you don’t see me probing!”
“I didn’t follow you to the woods! I trailed Bellatrix, and it was just unfortunate that I saw you there trying to get into Roselle’s pants!” She jumped on his face.
El Crow’s smirk turned to a dry, icy chuckle which made his scar widen. “You know you have this ugly ability to make me feel like puking each time I see you, but when you talk? I want to puke directly on you.”
Skylar grabbed the collar of his singlet with her right finger, dragging him close like an alpha huntress.
Even their breaths refused to mingle.
“Each time I see you, I feel like bathing cos you’re filth, but when you come close like this and open that mouth of yours? I want to baptize myself!”
For a minute after that statement, none talked again. They only glared lividly at each other, their eyes carrying the same shade of angry red, streaked with clustered lines.
“Your heartache must be so un-serious these days, and that’s why you’re still here talking.” He mused.
Skylar lifted her knuckles to hit him, but a sharp cry from beside them made them turn.
Eden stood there, crying.
“Please don’t fight! It’s enough!”
Skylar roughly let go of El Crow, and he crouched beside her.
“Little girl, you smell horrible.” He crinkled his nose.
Eden sniffled quietly.
“What’s your Master’s name? Who do you work for?” Skylar asked.
“I….” Eden drew her words. “I don’t know his name, but I’ve only seen him once. He was scary, tall. He wore a black suit with so many stones, and he had a single black ring on his finger. The ring was shaped like a feather….I don’t know more.”
“You’ve only seen him once?” El Crow asked with creased brows.
Eden nodded.
“He never comes to see us in the cell. It was always his men who came to give us maltesers to sell.”
“Us?” Skylar crouched too. “Meaning there are many of you?”
Eden nodded again.
“There’s such a scum in this world?” El Crow’s fingers tapped his knee.
“There’s you. Of course there’ll be others.” Skylar responded.
El Crow looked up at her, and she threw her face off.
He said nothing and just pulled his wallet out of his pocket.
He got dollar notes and placed them on the only remaining good shelf.
“If anyone gets air of what happened in here today, know that I’ll come back and kill you,” he said like he was addressing someone hidden.
Despite Eden’s smell, he picked her up in his arms and left the store.
Skylar followed them.
Two minutes later, the attendant boy peeped out from behind that last shelf, fear evident in his eyes as he looked around, taking in the destruction and the dead bodies.
“They destroyed everything.” He sniffled. “They… destroyed…”
Then he saw the money on the shelf.
H took the cash, gasping.
“This should cover my train fare out of this city,” he sniffled again, coughing once. “What is wrong with them? Last week it was piercing shop, and today it was my own store?”
He was still muffling as he rushed out of the store, never looking back.
—
Skylar offered to call someone who knew where to take Eden to.
El Crow had a hard time convincing himself to agree, but he did.
They waited under the shadow of a plum tree, and he kept holding Eden in his arms.
Skylar stayed behind, checking her phone and contemplating about when to call the person again.
The most amusing part was the fact that the heartache still didn’t come.
Inferno is a scum for doing this.
She checked her phone again. It’d soon go out of battery, so she tried dialling the line again.
“Does it hurt?” Eden asked worriedly, pointing her little finger at the stitch beside El Crow’s mouth.
“Not anymore.” He looked at her.
“How…did you get it?” She asked again, more worried.
El Crow stared into space, eyes pausing as if trying to contain the unattractive memories. “On a windy night, a witch climbed up to my bed and cut it with a brand new scissors.”
“That must have hurt so much…” She touched the stitch gently.
“Comfortably lying on your mother when you cut yourself will not make you look tough,” Skylar whispered behind, but he heard, and she in fact wanted him to hear.
He whipped around.
“You can be a bootlicker for Marisa and suck her dick however you want. Be her lackey and go down on her pussy like the shameless desperate cumslut that you are, but never will you say a thing about her around me when you know nothing!”
“Oh I know more than you think.” she leaned threateningly on the tree.
“Oh you do?” His brows joined.
“I know the fact that you’re the cause of your parents separation. Your mother didn’t support you being gay, and you hated it, so you influenced your father to divorce her. Your gayness can be hidden from others but not me. You can’t fuck a pussy! You always fuck booty holes by your fucking window, asshole!”
El Crow’s rage ballooned again. He dropped Eden and was already going for Skylar when the person arrived.
The cleaning woman at Dread House.
El Crow stopped, brows pulling as he beheld who was supposed to be Eden’s guardian from now on.
“A blind woman?” He sounded.
“Blind, but she knew her way here. What does that tell you?” Skylar scoffed. “As a matter of fact, she knows her way all-around the city.”
The woman stayed silent, and Skylar took Eden by the wrist.
She walked her to the woman and gave her hand to her.
The woman took it gently.
“What’s your name, little girl?” She asked in her surprisingly clear voice.
Her eyes stayed still in their sockets like a real blind person.
“Eden,” Eden said slowly.
“You said you knew a Nursery building where she could stay,” Skylar said.
“But her upkeep will cost a lot, and the price of hiding her,” The woman said. “You said she was hiding from a villain. The caregivers will hide her well if the pay is done right.”
“How much are we talking about?” El Crow asked. “She needs baths at least four times a day to make up for the ones she missed. She needs a dentist and a dermatologist too.”
“I’ll send the pay list to Skylar when we get there, so you’ll pay accordingly.” The woman said.
“Send the list to me, and the address of that place.” El Crow insisted, tucking his white business card into the woman’s hand.
“Brother.” Eden looked up at him.
He crouched and gave her a little smile while stroking her greasy hair. “You’ll be fine, trust me.”
Still, she looked unsettled.
He got a little flute out of his pocket and gave it to her.
“If you encounter danger, just blow it, and I’ll come get you.”
She took it with a big smile, nodding. “What’s your name?”
“El Crow.”
“That doesn’t sound like a real name,” she muttered smartly.
El Crow inched closer to her ear, whispering his name.
She smiled again.
“Now don’t tell anyone about it.” He warned playfully.
“Of course.” She blinked, looking up at Skylar who rolled eyes.
She looked back at El Crow.
“No I’m not telling you that bootlicker’s name.” He sighed.
“It’s Skylar,” Skylar said finally.
“Goodbye Skylar!” Eden waved.
Skylar didn’t wave back, but El Crow’s little smile was intact till the little girl left with the woman.
Skylar brought out two matchboxes out of her pocket.
He threw one at El Crow, but he didn’t catch. It fell at his feet.
“I’m summoning Inferno,” she informed, looking breathless.
El Crow lifted his boot and crushed the matchbox away.
“Summon him alone. Not like the idiot is gonna say anything beneficial.” He stepped away.
“Scum!” Skylar went after him. “I can’t summon him alone!”
“You’ll have to pluck away my dick before I summon nonsense with you.” He gritted as he walked.
Skylar took off her right leg boot to throw at him, but as she raised it, he looked back.
His frosty eyes dared her to throw it and start a war, but she lowered her hand, and he walked away.
“Asshole,” She seethed, unable to contain her anger towards him.
She punched the tree.
—
[Jethro’s House]
Arturo sat with Jethro in his living room now, and the two men looked like they were getting along with the half-drained glasses of wine in the middle of their individual couches.
“I must say, your home designs are worth gaping at,” Arturo said interestedly, looking around.
“My late wife was a designer, and my daughter is also one, so it correlates.” Jethro broke a smile.
“I forgot. My bad…” Arturo grinned, having another sip. “And I’m assuming you showed your face to me yesterday because you wanted this meeting to happen?”
“You’re here cos you got the hint.” Jethro threw him a stare.
Arturo slipped into business mode. “Why are you supporting Satan?”
“I don’t support anyone.” Jethro snickered. “I work with luck and bet on whoever I dim fit to give me the violence I can feed on.”
“And if I promise to give you the violence in the next match?” Arturo negotiated transparently.
“Isn’t the next match the first tournament? I heard there’ll be three tournaments this year.”
“That’s right, and in the first tournament in two weeks, you’ll get all the violence you crave from my team,” Arturo promised.
“Before then, I need you to match your son with my daughter. She wants him, and he’ll become hers.” Jethro went straight to the point.
Arturo frowned.
“El Crow with Bellatrix?”
“Is there a problem?” Jethro lifted his wine glass with a dangerous calm.
Arturo smiled tightly.
“What problem would there be? You’ll get whatever you want.”
Jethro grinned with malevolence, clinking his glass with Arturo’s.
“Tommorow, you’re invited to my business mixer. You should come with your son.”
“No opposition. You’ll see us,” Arturo immediately agreed.
Jethro’s grin widened.
Minutes later, Arturo left the house, and Jethro remained seated on that couch with a empty glass in hand.
He turned it upside down, and drops of wine leaked down.
“Send an invite to Marisa for the mixer. Also, send a invite to Satan and her daughters.”
“Sure sir!” A staff replied.
Two other staffs rushed inside, falling to their knees with badly wounded bodies like they were attacked by hungry wild animals.
Jethro inched forward, setting his empty wine cup down. He didn’t talk for the first few minutes. He just watched them carefully.
He had the most dangerous guards staff in the world.
These people were trained with special operators and prison serial killers, and they were forced to kill their family members and become immune to pains before they began working for him, so whoever did them like this surely wasn’t human.
“Speak,” He ordered.
“The two enemy fighters. They definitely posess some sorta extraordinary strength. I swear they slit leader’s throat and threw one of us through the wall like animals.”
“Enemy fighters?” Jethro uttered.
“Skylar and El Crow.”
Jethro’s eyes went beyond them, his palms rubbing smoothly.
“Skylar, my daughter’s best girl. El Crow, my daughter’s crush. Isn’t this so refreshingly interesting?”
—
[Marisa’s Manor]
It was the last hour of dusk when Skylar and Marisa emerged from the private ring door together.
They were both sweaty and spent, but they had small smiles on their faces.
Skylar’s was because she added to her ring knowledge.
Marisa’s was because she got to spend another hour with her Tall Doll.
She even gave Skylar a set of her tights and singlet, so they were twinning, and they looked good.
“First tournament is in two weeks?” Marisa mentioned.
“So it seems.” Skylar shrugged.
Arriving at the outside room, the female steward rushed inside with a small but distinguished envelope.
“From Jethro Ortega, Ma. You’re invited to his business mixer.”
“Drop that on a desk somewhere.” Marisa waved an hand. “And are you preparing what I told you to prepare?” She raised a brow. “The catastrophe must land in Enigma House before weekend.”
“It’s almost done, Ma.” The steward smiled and stepped out.
“You’re planning something for Enigma House?” Skylar asked curiously, but Marisa didn’t reply.
Instead, she continued walking.
Skylar followed, her steps copying hers till Marisa opened the last door of the manor—the backdoor which led to another part of the woods.
Here, the birds were louder than the other parts. They hooted crazily, flapping their wings as if the appearance of Marisa and Skylar unlocked their voices.
“I’m sure you have questions about your birthplace. I mean… how you got to Satan, and about the Apex blood in your system.”
“How did you—” Skylar’s body stilled.
Now, they were standing beside a fading tombstone which had rotting died leaves on top and around it.
Marisa faced her.
“I know you more than you can guess, Skylar. Stick with me and see. Only one piece in this city knows your origin, and I know who. Prove your loyalty to me, I’ll show you.”
Skylar’s fists tightened. “I only have to defeat your son, isn’t it?”
Marisa turned away from her, facing the tombstone.
Skylar looked at the it too, and it was now she saw the name on it.
El Crow.
El Crow’s grave.
“When he lied against me about scissoring his mouth and even made me split with Arturo cos of his gayness, he became dead to me, and I had to bury a coffin containing his real name here. The name I gave him originally. It’s buried here. He’s dead to me, completely.” Marisa said.
The wind seemed to listen to her voice and blew the rotten leaves away from the tombstone.
Skylar was stunned, but never too stunned to not talk.
“May his soul never rest in peace,” She whispered.
“Of course it won’t,” Marisa answered, spitting on the grave.
—
[Enigma House]
Blade was still kneeling out.
No one could talk to him about getting up. He had knelt since last night, bleeding and trembling and sick. The rain started and seized on his head so many times.
Now he looked ghostly.
Castle told him to stand, but he didn’t.
Arturo told him many times.
He refused.
Now Lovato and Bishop and Kent and so many Dreads were at the balcony, looking at him pleadingly.
“He’s going to faint soon, I swear,” Kent muttered.
Lovato jumped down, rushing to him.
“Blade, you have to get up and stop this insanity!”
Bishop went down too, pissed. “That’s right, Blade. Get up.”
Kent remained up, giving him the GET UP look.
Blade didn’t budge.
His pale eyes went down tiredly, then they went back up and caught the Dread House balcony.
Rosita stood there, and immediately their eyes met, she snuck back into Dread House, very fast.
Blade felt sicker.
El Crow’s car drove in.
He jumped down savagely, slamming the door loud.
“Good.” Kent finally went down. “Tell this stupid guy to get up!”
“If you like, get up. If you like, don’t,” El Crow said as he walked past him.
And that was when Blade went down with closed eyes, passing out.
“Blade!” Lovato and Bishop echoed.
“The medics!” Kent shouted, and the Enigmas began running around to make the call to the clinic.
El Crow barged into Arturo’s office and met him there with Castle as expected. Castle stayed close to the door, but Arturo was seated.
“Can you not stay mad for one day?” Arturo stood immediately he saw El Crow’s face. “Can you?”
“How do I stay sane after what you texted to me?” El Crow scoffed. “I should start dating Jethro’s daughter? Why? Cos she bet on our team?”
“I need her father!” Arturo shot.
“You don’t need nothing!” El Crow glared. “I know how rich you are, and I’ve got enough money to live fine for the rest of my life too! You own shares in this city, and our secret business is moving fine! Fine, this team is currently experiencing setback, but we’ll bounce back! What the hell do you need Jethro for?”
“You of all people! You know what I need him for!” Arturo argued. “You know why I have to get close to Jethro! Stop acting oblivious!”
“She came visiting, and she’s in your suite presently,” Castle said.
El Crow looked back.
“Come again?”
“Bellatrix is in your room, El,” Castle repeated word for word.
El Crow took a deep breath to call his raving head. It barely worked, but at least the surface was scratched.
“Fine. Date her? Watch me f+k her and watch her die.”
He went for the door and opened it, but he looked at Castle shortly.
“I need you to do something for me. I’ll text you the details.”
“No qualms,” Castle said.
El Crow left the office for his suite, and he could already see Bellatrix’s guards by his suite door.
He took another breath before opening his door.
Bellatrix sat in the living room, nervously fiddling with her bag, but she stood slowly when he came in.
At his sight, her nervousness peaked. She felt her ears brimming.
Each step he took closer to her made her heart pound faster.
Her bag fell from her, and her throat felt like sand was shoved inside.
Maybe it was more than a crush. Maybe she’s deeply in love.
“The Bella in my suite can’t talk?” El Crow stopped in front of her, his height covering hers.
She choked on his scent, and she quickly stepped back shyly.
“I…he..yy… I’m…”
“Bellatrix, I know.” He cut in. “Why are you stuttering? Do I have horns?”
He looked around.
“Is it cold? The air conditioners are off. Or you want them on?” He started walking to the switch.
She quickly pulled her back by the wrist of his right arm.
He looked back.
“Don’t! I’m just…it’s my first time meeting you alone, so…I guess I’m awestruck by your face,” She confessed, lashes blinking.
“Hmm.” He nodded, and she quickly let go of his wrist.
“I don’t want you to listen to whatever my father says. I just want to….get to know you.”
“I don’t listen to anyone.” He gave her a side eye and dug out his phone.
“That’s…cool.” She smiled.
He read the text from Castle.
What he wanted was ready, and that made him smile.
Seeing his entrancing smile, Bellatrix’s heart pounded again.
She might just die of heart attack.
“Stay here, and don’t touch anything. I’ll be right back. I have something to sort.” He told her.
Before she could reply, he was out.
She sat back, touching her chest.
“My God. He’s magnetic.”
She picked her bag from the floor, noticing the invitation card inside had fallen away. She picked the card and tucked it back in the bag.
It’s for Skylar.
After she leaves this place, she’s gonna go to Dreads and give her.
—
[Dread House]
Dinner went on like no one’s business. Everyone stuffed their mouths with delicacies.
The chefs added carbonara to the menu tonight to celebrate last night’s victory, and Dreads were having the best nights of their lives.
Quincy and Renee entered the sector hand in hand with Quincy’s thumb caressing Renee’s knuckles.
Roselle and Roy ate on a table, and at the same time, Roselle washed him with words about how he still didn’t punish Bellatrix for her.
Rosita sat alone.
She couldn’t even touch her food, surprisingly. Her phone sat tucked between her palms.
She looked sick.
Inside Satan’s office, Satan stood by the bird cage, staring grievously at the bird and occasionally looking at the pictures by the wall.
“You still can’t let him go,” Midnight voiced behind her.
“I’ll never let my son go, Midnight.” Satan faced him.
He held a letter which he smoothly stretched to her.
Seeing the name written on it, she looked up.
“Jethro’s business mixer? And I’m coming with my daughters?”
“Marisa will be there too, and I think Skylar will be.” Midnight said.
Satan looked at the invite again.
“We’re rising, Midnight. I feel like it’s only the start of rising for this team.”
—
[Skylar’s Suite]
When Skylar arrived from Marisa’s manors, she snuck into the bathroom for her night bath and took her time to wash away the sweat and grime.
She always took long in the bathroom.
Tonight wasn’t exceptional.
She spent over half an hour, thinking about Marisa’s proposal.
Marisa was aware of her Apex blood?
She even said she knew the only person who knows her origin in this city? Who could that be?
The stitchmouth scum refused to summon Inferno with her too.
Her thoughts revolved around everything in her bathroom, and when she came out forty minutes later, she looked paler.
But entering the bedroom with her towel wrapped around her chest, she heard creaks in the living room.
At first, she thought it was the male slut she ordered for, but if it was a p+sy eater, he’d ring the doorbell.
Also, she could feel her strength surging extraordinarily.
It better not be what she’s thinking.
She left the bedroom for the living room, and there he was.
Seated like a king of this place.
Seated like a powerful sovereign.
Like he came here to reign.
He even crossed his legs.
“El f+kin Crow?” She gasped, her eyes dilating to the corners.
He didn’t look up.
“Why the hell are you in my suite? How the fuck did you even enter Dread House as an Enigma?”
“Come on, cumslut, don’t degrade me like that. Entering this house tops the easiest tasks existing.” He looked up with his demeaning lip tilt.
“You have no idea what you just shoved yourself into,” She muttered, mouth tightening around her dentition. “I’ll kill you. Even if you won’t die, i’ll keep killing you!”
“You know when you poisoned me to sweat blood.” He stood from the couch. “I planned a sweet revenge for you, but now it doesn’t matter anymore. It became mid the moment you called me gay. Me? G@Y?” He laughed sickly, the deranged echo bouncing off the walls.
“You’re so dead, stitchmouth…so damn dead.” Skylar breathed, making sure her towel was tied tight.
“We’ll talk about that after you witness this!” He snapped, pulling out his belt in one rough grip.
Skylar’s eyes peeped.
“What the hell are you—”
El Crow threw the belt at her face, and his veiny hands latched at his jean p+nts. He pulled it down together with his boxers briefs.
His curvy, bouncy, long, thick, hard c+k sprang free.
“Bastard!!!” Skylar’s voice screamed, shocked and definitely running mad.
El Crow pointed at the c+k, facing her with lifted lashes.
“You tell me, cumslut. Does this look like a damn gay c+k? Can a g@y ever rock this level? Answer me!!”
TBC.
