Things take a dark turn for Eleven and Max

Eleven squeezed her eyes shut as the tip of a tentacle burst to her left, showering her in semen yet again. The horrible tenticular cock then went straight back down Max’s throat, as Vecna chuckled above her.

El looked up at him with hatred in her eyes. She had almost forgotten earlier, forgotten what a monster he was. For the briefest moment, she had almost felt attracted to him.

That was in the past. Her present, consisted entirely of watch Max suck Vecna's gigantic, veiny black cock.

It was more than likely that this was what her future would be as well.

As soon as their lips had parted and she had broken off the kiss, Vecna had cast aside any pretence of being gentle with her. Seizing her head by the back of her hair, the monster had held her up against the wall and glued her to it, while pushing Max down onto her knees in front of him.

Tearing off her bra, the monster had cruelly gripped Eleven’s tit with one hand and then grabbed Max’s hair with the other. With one hesitant look at her as she was molested, the petite redhead had lowered her lips and taken the monster into her mouth. So that he could grope her while Max blew him.

Eleven had been **** to watch while her breasts were palmed and pinched, slapped and squeezed. She had been **** to watch Max’s cheeks hollow in and out, watch her gulp to let Vecna’s monstrous black cock into her throat. While her reddened nipples hardened from the cold air, she had been **** to watch as Max swallowed every last drop of Vecna’s cum.