Name: Blaine Torrington/Lucifer the II
Age: 24/????
Race: Demon
Gender: Male
Height: 6'6/10'8
Weight: 245 lbs/445 lbs
Hair: Dark Brown/Black
Eyes: Brown/Red
Cock: 11 inches, thick, uncut/30 inches, thick, uncut
Personality: Bold, sarcastic, brash, evil
Occupation: General troublemaker/The Devil's Son
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"Fucking asshole." He said as he yanked his teeth out of the man's neck. Blood was running down the middle of the human's back, the human looking paler than chalk. Blaine licked his teeth clean as he spit the man's own blood back at the dead body. He had read about these creatures that human's had created called vampires. While he found most of their literature annoying, he did enjoy the bit about sucking their blood. It was gut-wrenchingly cruel and extremely twisted, which was perfect for Blaine. After all, being the devil's son, he had a reputation to maintain. If he didn't do the most heinous, disgusting things imaginable, people would think he was getting soft. "Pft. Like I'm ever soft." Blaine muttered to himself, giving his junk a good pull. His cock was hard and ready to spill.
He ran a hand through his brown locks as he emerged from the alleyway, looking like nothing more than a ordinary human. Well...as ordinary as Blaine wanted to be. When his father first granted him this human body, he insisted that it be a body that was capable on worship. As a result, his father made it so it looked like each muscle was chiseled from stone and his cock be one that would put porn stars to shame. Needless to say, he was extremely satisfied with it. Blaine was the name that the body's mother gave to it, and he kind of liked it, so he stuck with it. He quickly dispatched of Blaine's parents. Poor fools thought their child was going crazy. Nope, he was just doing what he was made for.
There was a battle going on right now, but Blaine didn't care. It happened so many times. Angels and demons would fight each other, but no one would win. They could never outsmart each other. Warring for millions of years was dumb. Both sides knew exactly what to expect from each other, and would only end in draws every time. Blaine was sent to Earth to try and tip the balance onto his father's side, but he didn't plan on doing any fighting. Instead, he wanted to get off with a good, hot rape. It had been a while since he had any human pussy, and he was craving a nice, tight virgin. The murder he had just committed was just a bonus to his day.
Dressed in a tight black shirt and even tighter jeans to show off his junk, he began his search for his prey. It didn't take him long to find a really cute little thing. Light blonde hair, an hourglass figure, and looked to be quite young. "Mmm, a teenage girl would be fucking amazing right now." Blaine muttered to himself. Slowly, he started to close in on his target. Then, as they passed an alleyway, he grabbed the girl swiftly and moved into the shadows of the alley. He pressed her up against the brick wall and quickly started to do his thing. "Mmmmm, you sexy little thing. You have the pleasure of being my naughty little whore for the next hour or so." Blaine whispered to her. His hands started to violate her, tweaking her nipples as the other hand slipped into her pants.
...Or his pants. When he felt a cock there instead a pussy, a wicked grin grew on his face. "Oh, so we have a kinky femboy, do we?" Blaine whispered. His lips found their way to the boy's neck, sucking hard on it as he started to grind his giant bulge against his ass. "You're gonna get fucked so hard in that tight boy pussy of yours. Don't worry, you'll be begging for more after I'm done." Blaine added as he bit down on the boy's neck while rubbing his nipples and stroking his small cock.