It Wasn't Personal Just How He Was Trained, The Last Thing He Wanted To Do When Fighting Was Attack A

It wasn't personal just how he was trained, the last thing he wanted to do when fighting was attack a target that his weapon wasn't meant to hurt.

behind him The second hunter was having a more easier time not being lost in the trill of battle, a scowl and dead eyes so laser focused on 'the hunt' that he was just a tool of destruction.

Falcor would chomp down on a nearby scorpion that tried to attack the pair from behind, ripping it to shreds. Lance wondered why such a large amount of them was attacking the western part of Vacuo, his station of course.

Suddenly rumbling could be heard, and from the sand out dug a rare type of grimm, a giant tortoise like grimm, a slight on his family name.

Lance would jump out of the way "Whew....that's it." Lance would jump back, leaning his back into the other hunter. "You okay?" returning his sword back to normal, now he'd reeve it up, it making chainsaw noises and blades. "Follow my lead, I'll knock it over, can I count on you to attack and kill it?"

Diane was...rather used to combat like what she was seeing, her team mate, Linda Plumm, used a similar weapon, though she didn't use Dust for her's, she said something about "most everyone else uses Dust anyway", though had considered a gun mode for the Whiplader, which may require a full rebuild to even accomplish.

...anyway, Diane was helping from the vantage point still, sniping the occasional Ursa, though she was keeping her ears open for any Grimm that may be coming her way should they try attacking her because she was an open target.

"Haaaah Haaaah." His fangs showed off as he panted at her touch, at the friction on her pants and once she asked him "Why are you holding back. His eyes snapped open and rolling over her removed her pants and mounted her like an animal. He was done being polite, he'd apologize to her as much as he needed to.

"You're right, I should stop." He'd push into her with one arm wrapped around his neck and the other holding him up over her, as he started his deep and slow strokes.

She kissed his neck as she was pushing him further. She could sense his wild desire, and she had no reason to not, as she had been rather dry for the last while, so a good fuck would be good for her. Her thigh rubbed his cock, her pants still teasingly on, "Why are you holding back~?"

He'd hum in pleasure at the sucking, some jizz still inside getting vacuumed out.

His want still stood, he wanted the girl on the roof.

"One of you, bring the girl on the roof, then we're relocating." He was used to more decadence after all, a nice plush bed was what he needed, not the back of his summon in an alleyway. Plus he could smell she was in heat, and if he was to breed, he'd breed these three stupid, after all they needed more heroes and Remnant needed more hunters, it was a win win.

And he knew this fuck party would definitely lead him to his original prey, then he could teach her a lesson, with his cock.

Pyrrha's tongue flicked out, cupping the bottom of his dick tip and guiding it into swallow it, sucking it 'clean'. She winked up and him before her eyes flicked to where some of the watchers were above them, questioning what he wanted to do now.

"Fuuuck..." Thinking about pounding a baby into this fertile human and taking her back home, fueled him with complete animalistic stamina. His boner now raising between her fat butt as she marked him. He'd use his tail to slap her ass, he'd claim her neck as well, softening her up for bareback wild sex they'd soon be having.

"We'll have to put that to the test~." Her shirt and his came off as she kissed him, her body heating up as she touched and memorized his body. So big and fit, and her lips covered his neck, marking it as her chest pressed into his.

The Vacuain Demon's sexy pinup!

Happy Sexual sunday gang.

art by Dreamie