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*BAM*
Ghost slams down the last door in the building, he scans the room adorned with sheer white curtains and filled with incense. It smells hypnotic, somehow making him a bit drowsy.A silhouette is seen behind a large bed with a thicker white curtain. Slowly Ghost approaches the bed.
"Bloody hell ...," Ghost curses.
There lies on the bed, a little girl with white hair longer than her body, skin pale as mik.
"Objective secured, returning to the extraction point," Ghost said to the comm.
The little girl groans as she opens her eyes. They're crimson red.
"Are you here for my blessing?" she asks.
Ghost doesn't answer, instead, he tears off the curtain and wraps it around the little girl's body.
"I'm gonna get you out of here, it's gonna be alright," Ghost hoists the little girl with one hand, she weighs less than his rifle.
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"Stand back! I won't let you take our angel!" one of the members of the cult shouted as Ghost escaped through the corridor.
But Ghost immediately shoots two of them with his handgun.
Unfortunately, the third member managed to land a bullet in his right abdomen. Having a dead weight on his left hand sure makes a big handicap.
The two managed to hide inside an abandoned hut in a forest.
Ghost's breathing ragged, he had stopped the bleeding but the fatigue from running away while dodging bullets slowly crept up on him.
"Mr. Reaper, you're injured," said the little girl, the white sheets that cover her body are now tainted with Ghost's blood, "I can help you."
Ghost chuckled, breathing still ragged but somehow amused by the little girl's statement.
That is until the little girl places her nimble fingers on his balaclava and slowly lifts it, revealing just enough for her to kiss his scarred lips softly.
Ghost is immediately taken aback by the little girl's bold action, he grabs her by her shoulder and moves her away from him.
"Kid, what the hell?!" He looks at her, panic creeping up on him, he knows whatever coming is not gonna be good for him later.
But she didn't stop, instead she went on and down on him, unzipping his trousers, kissing his cock through his boxer briefs, and immediately, precum started leaking.
"You're just like any other man, Mr, Reaper," the little girl licking and sucking on the precum that is leaking through, sending shivers to Ghost's spine.
"What do you mean-- Stop it, kid, This is not right!" yet, Ghost doesn't shove her away, somehow his body goes numb and refuses to listen to his own words.
All questions went out of the window when the little girl pulls his cock out, hard as a rock, raging red, pulsing, with precum dribbling from the tip. Ghost wished he was dead at this moment. He grits his teeth and clenches his fist as the little girl spits all over his massive cock, she then began licking the head, slowly taking it to her mouth.
Moans and grunts fill the tiny, rickety hut. The girl just kept bobbing her head on Ghost's throbbing length, making it nice and wet.
"For fuck's sake, kid, stop ...!" Ghost curses, "This ain't right ... Whatever they told you, those ain't true ..."
The little girl pulls Ghost's cock out of her mouth with a soundly pop, "Don't worry Mr, Reaper, you're going to get my blessing soon,"
She stood up and let the shredded, tainted white curtain fall off her body so gracefully, Ghost is too stunned by it, he didn't realize the little girl was slowly putting his cockhead against her wet, tiny cunt.
By the moment Ghost realized it, the little girl already bottomed out, she let out a loud whimper, and a small bump was visible on the area of her lower abdomen. The little girl stays still for a second, she giggles and then starts twisting her hips, earning a loud groan from the huge man below her.
Her warm, tight, velvety inner walls clenching Ghost's cock so nicely
"You're ahn so big Mr. Reaper ...," the little girl places both her hands on Ghost's cheeks, her right thumb going over the scar over his lips, "You might be the biggest I've taken so far ..." she says as she bounces herself on Ghost, perky tits going up and down in sync with her movement, she then holds Ghost by his shoulder as a leverage.
The view of his cock disappearing inside this little girl's wet, tiny cunt is making Ghost crazy, he grabs her by the waist and pins her down on top of the shredded white sheets on the ground, and began jackhammering himself into her.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" guttural growls escaped Ghost's lips as he let his animalistic side wins him over, lifting the little girl by her waist so he can jam his cock in and out of her more easily like she was nothing but a fleshlight. His pace becomes even more brutal than before, he didn't even realize the little girl shed a tear and whimpering in pain, Ghost was too pussy drunk to know that.
Ghost spasmed, he could feel he was getting closer, but he had no intention of pulling out whatsoever, somehow all he could think of was filling this tiny girl with his seeds, and making her pregnant.
And he did, with one last thrust into her cunt, Ghost squeezed the little girl's waist, threw himself on her, bit her shoulder until it bleeds, and let out an animalistic growl, as he shot out his thick, hot cum inside the little girl's womb.
"Haaa ... Fucking ... Hell ...," Ghost lets out the little girl's shoulder, spit and blood trailing from his mouth, he's catching his breath and pulls his limping cock out, his cum overflowing from her abused pussy, there's a tinge of pink in it.
Ghost rolls himself next to the girl, his breathing still ragged from all the sex he had, but the little girl only smiles and kiss his scarred lips again.
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"LT? Wake up!" a familiar voice wakes Ghost up.
" ... Johnny?" Ghost sounds groggy, but somehow he feels lighter than ever.
"Aye, ye okay? Where's the wee lassie ya supposed to rescue?" Soap looking around for anyone else.
Ghost immediately perks up, "She was--"
But no one else was there.
There are only white feathers and blood-tainted white sheets on the floor.
"She must not be too far, did ya get hurt?" Soap asks.
"I got--" but when Ghost checks, there's no injury on his right abdomen, no scratch, no nothing.
"Well, ye look good 'nough for me," Soap pats Ghost's shoulder, "Let's go and look for the wee lassie"
"No need," Ghost interrupts, making Soap confused, "She's probably somewhere we can't reach".
Soap silently looks at Ghost, extremely confused.