Two detectives with a view do

You have no way of knowing and the detective has long forgotten – or ceased to care – but the blinds covered a two-way window behind which two detectives had gone when Detective Louise Halloran had disappeared for what seemed like a long interview with a walk-in.

Detectives Larry Russell and Sandra Collinson can only look in stupefaction at the scene in the interview room, where they see a giant demon pinning another to the wall, their lovemaking so violent the detectives can feel the vibrations through the wall, hear the thuds as the male thrusts into the female.

The thuds and moans pull at the base corners of Larry's mind. His conscious mind might deny the thrill of watching the demonic coupling, but his cock stiffens in his pants all the same, the thuds like an invisible hand pulling on his cock. Sandra is horrified by the pummeling, her brain fleeing the sight in front of her but forgetting to get her legs to follow.

“Yes! Give me those cocks!” they hear the demon scream, as her partner rams her against the window. “I haven't even started,” the male growls, pounding her into the window again, another scream escaping the female.

“Jesus!” Larry says, his cock involuntarily growing harder. With the violent fucking taking their attention, the detectives fail to notice the cracks creeping across the edges of the glass as their partner gets closer to losing her soul completely. The cracks, however, allow your potent pheromones and the corrupted detective's to start seeping into the adjoining room.

Sandra can't understand why her nipples are poking painfully into her bra while she watches what had been her friend turned into something no longer human. The air seems thick and a flush comes to her cocoa skin. Larry is rolling his hand over his crotch, wondering what it would be like to be that powerful, fill someone so completely.