I release into the apron. (Pink Trigger)

I'd started to feel a little dizzy. Truth be told, I'd been working my Pink Trigger in over-time. It was taking all of my energy just to keep this evil island thinking that, yes, it made perfect sense for me to be with Lucifer, naked all save an apron, spreading her legs over a stove-top while her bare feet wiggled their toes, looking for some solid surface to plant themselves upon and regain control.

All of this was to say, as I freed my penis, you can't blame me if I was feeling a little woozy. In fact, I was so out of it that I missed her pussy entirely. My penis was thrusting, feeling the rub of her pussy's lips against my shaft, but truth of the matter was, I'd mistaken the apron wrapping around it for her insides. Or perhaps, more accurately... my Pink Trigger power wasn't enough to let me inside her?

Whatever the case, before I could correct myself, I was blowing my load into the front of the apron that dangled between her raised legs. I heard her complain about it getting all over the stove, but frankly, it was a pretty good release. Some unlucky servant was about to have to solve the case of the mysterious white sauce. Oh wait... God, I hope that wasn't Godha's apron. I don't think I can keep going with the knowledge I just cummed in Godha's apron.

As I dropped Lucifer to catch my breath, I felt something grab my head from behind. Was Lucifer about to pull me up for another round of rough sex? No- it was someone else, and they weren't happy. In fact, they were so unhappy, they held my face to the stove and turned it on full heat. I'd like to tell you I survived and became a cool, disfigured villain type, but you know what? Their grip was pretty strong and I can only stand so much of my face being fried. Lucifer had disappeared somewhere and every shot from my Pink Trigger had missed its mark. Oh, and worse... I think I died face-first in my own stove-top cum.