D was unsure if anyone knew him better than his partner, Robinson; to say he was interested in Regret was an understatement. She unknowingly was able to hit one of his biggest fetishes; Reggie had Ophidiophobia. Regret's body language shrieks with every step in the back of the van.
He found the way that her powerful tail swished meekly behind her cute. Regret loose fitted basketball shorts hung right off at the meat of her plush red ass to give him an eyeful. D-47 was close enough to notice how she was shaking underneath her crop top denim. The way that her C-cup breast lightly jiggled in a tight wife-beater was the cherry on top. Biting down on his lips with his fangs while savouring every fidget. Once Robinson entered, he closed the door hard enough to make the draconic babe jump. Rob could see how impatient he was, but that did not stop her from getting distracted while setting up a tripod camera.
The van was relatively sparse inside since it was initially meant to store several prisoners and his late-night jail candy. There were only three things in the minivan: an entire wall of chained handcuffs, a chest that held his collection of 'toys', and lastly, a new futon. All of this was bolted down. Regret slammed her foot on the floor at the way Robinson would occasionally stare at the middle distance, "Speed! For fucks sake, focus!"
Once Robinson pressed the record button and gave the thumbs up, D slithered his way over to his prey. Reggie's entire body became stone at his hissing echoing through the metal walls.
47 loves being himself; his favourite partners always belonged to the Demonkin family. One of his largest erogenous zones was his tail. It was sensitive enough to where he could feel each of her individual scales on her skin and her rapid heartbeat drumming in the veins of her exposed legs. Every muscle his tail touched, from the hips to toes, trembled and stiffened. D-47 whispered, "Relax, Roronoa; the more you struggle, the tighter I'll have to squeeze you."
It looked like she was relaxing momentarily, and Dee fixed this by toying with her horns. They had a satisfying amount of wiggle and an equally gratifying reaction from her. Involuntary spasms rocking up her body were more addictive than sugar to him.
D-47 had the uncanny ability to unhinge his jaw to where it looked like it would break. A Pest would have even been proud of his little display. His fangs soon sank deeply into her neck before pumping his weak paralytic venom deep within her veins. A strange look of peace stuck to her face while she finally went limp within his grip. Rob grimaced and started rolling out the futon bed. While Speed took her time rummaging and preparing some toys away from the camera's screen. Dee pushed Reggie on her stomach to the futon; there was no bracing herself onto the springy mattress. Roronoa landed in a way to present her short-clad arse to the two M.H.P.D officers. D ensured he would get the first sampling of this succulent dragon meat while Robinson angled the camera.
It was worth the effort. 47's hands are snaking up the back of Regret's quads to grope the surprisingly bare ass underneath. When D found that she was not wearing any panties, the shorts went off.
Regret had the most adorable ass, thick enough to need him to spread the meat of her rump to reveal her winking button. However, still taut to show off flashes of her glistening, red lips. They were slightly parted enough to show her swollen clit that D-47 teased by flicking his tongue over it while he explored every inch of her arse. Regret slowly regained the function of her body, starting with her massive tail curling upwards to give him more access.
D could no longer resist burying his face between Reggie's hot buns! Thankfully his tongue had all of the best characteristics of a serpent. It was pitch black, skinny but with just enough girth to open the road in her chocolate speedway. His tongue circled around the walls of her anus with the motion of a sand tornado. 47's saliva mixed with the ever-increasing amount of natural juices that came with his fingers pumping her nether lips. Regret's entrance felt like it was trying to suckle him in, and he could barely deny her. It was then that Robinson made a loud whistle, and Dee slowly pulled away with a wet, audible smack. A groan escaped from the Interrogator while it seemed her best effort to raise her legs met with her knee hardly leaving the futon.
Moments like this made him proud of his partner in crime whenever she got her head into the game. Robby was finally out of her stuffy police uniform. For a human, she was not half bad looking. Freckles dotted her shoulders and chest that were not covered in a lacy purple bra. Speed had a figure of a woman who started working out again for the first time in months. An attractive amount of softness to arms, legs, stomach and chest. Her D cups breast still did a good job defying gravity despite the mature look that her face carried. It was what was below the belt that always caught Dee's attention. A 'strap-on' that was threateningly bearing a cock that would look more at home on a dragon. It was ribbed across every centimetre of it. If that wasn't enough, it had a somewhat irregular design that got thicker toward the base, a knot not too dissimilar to his own adorning the end of it. Rob constantly lectured him how her strap was an advanced moddable and removable cybernetic. Claiming it was as much a part of her body as her eye.
