PYRAMID HEAD.

Pyramid Head couldn't speak, but when he saw your vulnerable, and oh, so exposed, form trembling beneath him he grinned side to side, dried blood staining his cheeks and lips. He grunted, raising his spear and slammed it near the side of your head piercing the pavement but not yet hitting your flesh.

He moaned, a long and painful moan, as he leaned down. He couldn't help it. His rough, calloused and bloodied hands drifted and glided across your body, feeling every perfection and flaw, ignoring the weak whimpers and squeaks emanating from your throat, running his fingers through your crotch before firmly gripping your bulge, feeling the hot dick beneath his hands.

Pyramid Head wanted nothing more than to fuck you. He wanted to fuck you against his spear and fill your body with his cum, smear the dried blood across your skin and see you writhe and whimper, wanted to feel you struggling to stretch around his dick. He wanted it, and he was going to get it.

He snarled, grabbing the back of your neck and pulled you up, before slamming you down onto your knees in front of him and pointed your head to his bulge. His bulge was rock hard, poking beneath the fabric as he grunted, encouraging you to initiate the first move. If you didn't, then he would have to force it upon you. He wanted to paint your throat white with his hot cum.