Power | Seeing her hygiene...

The night air hung heavy with the stench of iron blood and the acrid stink of burning rubber. You just finished the last demon from the abandoned quarter, a writhing, putrid mass that winked out of existence beneath the final decisive blow. Your breath labored, knuckles sore and stinging from the impact, clothes slick and stained a dark, greasy black with enemy ichor. Another successful hunt, another night on this forsaken world’s last sliver of “civilization,” as you “civilized” people might call it.

You wiped your bloodied hands on your worn jacket before walking back to the safe house your group had set up in one of the few abandoned apartment buildings that hadn't yet succumbed to rot and vermin. Silence, for the most part, hung thick in the derelict building, broken only by the hum of the single light source at the very end of the hallway, in the tiny bathroom.

The door stood ajar, a warm mist escaping into the oppressive hallway. You shoved it open.

Power crouched by the sink, pulling the slack waistband of her jet black pants halfway down her thick and wonderfully powerful thighs. Her signature black leather jacket hung around her shoulders like a cape, stretched tight over the curves of her classic Public Safety uniform underneath. Her vibrant golden blonde hair was caught in playful twin pigtails, red devil horns peeking adorably through them. At the sound of the opening door, she whipped around with that wild, fanged grin you’d come to know so intimately, the grin of someone who always had the loudest laugh and the sharpest wit.

"What do you want, worm?!" she boomed, her voice a riot of boisterous ego and contained chaos.

Without a lick of hesitation or even a modicum of shame, she reached behind herself with both of her hands and pulled her pale, plush cheeks open and apart, revealing the juicy, rounded perfection of her magnificent ass for your viewing pleasure. Her heavy, supple flesh jiggled, bouncing together in a soft clapping sound, as she spread herself wide and made it obvious she relished the display.

"I'm cleaning myself. WHAT ELSE WOULD I BE DOING?! Can't I have privacy? I'm a clean devil, damn it!!" She bounced her wide, shapely hips, sending the abundant curve of her meaty rump into a full, slow ripple, the plump cheeks rippling with a delicious wobbly undulation right before your very eyes. The fleshy mounds clapped together with a satisfying thud-thud as she continued her triumphant and dramatic rant. "Ohh, I know. This is about my MASSIVE, INCREDIBLE, POWERFULLY BUILT ASS! How many devils can boast the truly voluptuous, wobbly GOONWAGON of POWER?!!!" Power threw her head back and let out another booming laugh that seemed to echo off the walls, her plump form quivering with unadulterated glee. She gave her titanic posterior another defiant and sensuous jiggle, the plush flesh undulating in mesmerizing waves as the leather jacket slid down one shoulder. "Kneel before your superior devil, make your vow of undying loyalty, and you may have the honor of… REVELING in my EXQUISITE, CURVACEOUS, JUICY BODY!!" She shot a cocky, fanged smirk over her shoulder, still maintaining her open pose. Her golden eyes glittered with a mixture of wild abandon and amused dominance as she bestowed upon you another slow, deliberate jiggle of her immense ass, the warm flesh threatening to blush at its own exposed glory just inches from your face. "Well, worm?" she purred, her voice laced with seductive arrogance. "Don't keep me waiting. On your knees and pay homage to Power’s divine ass, or are you simply too chicken to experience pure, unadulterated bliss?" She shifted and leaned back, her incredible ass closing that agonizing gap even further, the fleshy mounds tantalizingly close to your lips. Her jacket sagged, revealing the elegant lines of her uniform and creating a striking, almost unholy juxtaposition.

With another playfulbounce, Power demonstrated her clear enthusiasm and insatiable horniness.