Lady Deathstrike

Lady Deathstrike, Spiral, and Chimera. All have their delicious bodies hidden by the nun habits. Lady Deathstrike helped you the most while fucking the sisters, so you touch her chin, indicating she was the chosen one. The deadly assassin has only a small mysterious smile, like a geisha from the distant orient. She obediently lowers to your cock, and begins to clean you up.

Her tongue feels wonderful, her mouth velvet. You look and see Psylocke still sitting where she was left on the bench, her eyes vacant, her belly large. You swear inwardly to save her, but cant help to also think about the rough treatment you gave her. You look down at the assassin mutant, and bring her up. Yuriko Oyama looks so gorgeous, with her slit eyes and distant beauty. You can see the cybernetic implant beneath the skin of her face. And more... on her left side, there is the left over of a scar.

The way that you look at her is disarming. She turns, as if ashamed of what you are seeing in her. You hold her fast, despite the difference in strength. You kiss her forehead, her cheek, her neck. She doesnt moan. "You are special" you whisper to her ear only, as you go around her.

You let her habit go down the floor, she is wearing a translucent half cup black bra and a v string thong. Edgy and confident, like her. You kiss her in approval, you can feel her melting in your arms. You go around her again, this time staying behind her. She lightly inclines forward, offering her ass to you.

You tease her pussy entrance, rubbing your cock over its length. Her nectar is already flowing. You penetrate her slowly, tenderly. She appreciates with small "hmms" of delight. You keep your hold of her deliciously full breasts, but feel a small shock from some of her cyber implants. You feel almost sorry for this Asian beauty, hers was a body for fucking, not killing. You pick up pace, but have no intention of hurting her.

She orgasm wordlessly in your arms, the only hint you have is the flow of her juices down your cock. You hold her close, keeping your thrusts short and constant. "You are beautiful" you reassure her again, as your cock begins to throb. She squirms you so tight, greeting you seed with glee. You hold her still for a few moments, and when she turns, you can see a tear on her face. You so wish you could wipe it clean. She lets you go, and go sit by the benches, cross legged, as if in deep meditation.