"I told you we're fucking lost!" A sudden male voice cut through the rain, shattering the moment before Mr. Valen could fully indulge his pleasure.
Carla also seemed surprised by the sudden voice, her face contorted in panic as she moved to close her mouth, but before she could react, Mr. Valen thrust his penis forward, plunging it into her warm, wet opening.
"Mmfff?" she squealed as the length of his cock invaded her mouth, her throat pulsing as she fought back a gag.
It was sudden, too sudden, her eyes flaring with rage as she looked up at him, tears streaking down her puffed cheeks.
"Hey did you hear that?" Another male voice sounded out, prompting Carla to try to pull away, but Mr. Valen's grip remained firm on her head.
She looked up, and from the intensity of his gaze, Carla understood that escape was not an option, and with a resigned look, she seemingly surrendered, her lips parting to better accommodate his throbbing member.
"My word!" Mr. Valen groaned without restraint, his loud moan causing Carla's eyes to flare open in surprise, her fingers digging into his thighs with so much force that they would injure any normal man.
"It's coming from over there," the unknown voice said again, this time accompanied by the heavy footsteps of multiple people; they had obviously been alerted by Mr. Valen's moan.
Mr. Valen seemed unaware of this fact, pleasure coursing through his being as Carla's dark lips enveloped him.
The contrast between her rain-cooled skin and her warm mouth sent shivers down his spine, intensifying the sensation of her wet tongue caressing his length.
"MY GOD!"
"OH, MAY THE LORD BE WITH THEM!"
"SINNERS!"
A few exclamations broke through, catching Carla's attention instantly. From her position, she could see a few people (six to seven figures in yellow raincoats peering at them.
'This fucker, he did it intentionally,' Carla thought, her expression contorting as she looked back at Mr. Valen, who wore an expressionless face as he observed her reactions.
'Is that shame?' Mr. Valen thought to himself as he watched Carla bob her head up and down his member, trying so desperately to ignore the gaping crowd.
Looking to the people behind him, Mr. Valen noted six men and one woman, each wearing a yellow raincoat as they looked upon them with strange expressions.
"Excuse me!" The lady, a short woman with blue eyes and an obese figure stepped forward, her voice cutting through the rain. "You can't be doing that here, leave or I'll call the cops-"
"Argh! Then keep moving, you fat bitch!" Carla (who had somehow managed to free herself from Mr. Valen's member) yelled before resuming her task.
"Fiesty," Mr. Valen chuckled at Carla, his breath growing forced as the pleasure increased.
"That harlot!" The obese woman muttered and stepped forward, but was held back by one of the men, a larger guy, with a bald head and a bushy beard.
His voice was lighter than it should have been, kissed with a southern accent that rolled off his tongue. "It's ain't worth it honey, them heretics going to hell!"
"Mhmm!"
"Sure are!"
The other men agreed, but none of them looked away, their eyes locked on the situation.
"Yeah, you're right, honey," the woman muttered, her chest heaving as she yelled. "You hear that you slut, you better repent or you're going to rot!"
"Humck Yomm!" Carla yelled in response, pointing her middle finger at the people before her, the rumbling of her throat causing Mr. Valen to groan in pleasure.
"This bitch!" The woman's eyes flared as she tried to pull out of her husband's grasp, but it was of no use, his grip was too strong.
"Honey, where's my phone? I'm gonna call the cops, this is public fucking indecency!" The woman then yelled.
The man (half enthralled by the spectacle in front of him) responded with a slight slur, "Uhm, honey, it's raining. Besides, our phones ain't waterproof, and you're swearing-"
"Suck faster!" Mr. Valen commanded amid everything, his words causing Carla to shudder in shame, but she complied.
"And you, young man, you should be ashamed of yourself, fornicating with such a cheap woman," The woman seethed, her attention drawn by Mr. Valen's voice.
"I completely agree with you ma'am," Mr. Valen responded, a hint of amusement in his voice. "I'm willing to repent argh-"
He groaned as Carla closed her teeth slightly, letting them graze his shaft as she narrowed her eyes at him, but the pleasure far outweighed any discomfort she could provide.
With one final thrust, Mr. Valen felt a series of familiar shivers overwhelming him, culminating in a burst of semen that erupted in several jets at the back of her throat.
Carla tensed, her eyes widening at the sudden sensation that both shocked and disgusted her, but she persisted, a purplish glow flashing in her narrowed eyes.
She then gagged slightly, but Mr. Valen simply commanded. "Swallow!"
And with closed eyes and forced acceptance, Carla swallowed his seed, despite the discomfort it caused her.
Basking in the afterglow of his ejaculation, Mr. Valen found himself pondering on the secrets of the universe (or the secrets revealed to him during his little endeavor).
Carla, on the other hand, pulled back, a trace of cum and saliva visible at the corner of her lips, but it was soon washed away by the rain.
"Satisfied," She asked, her voice strained, her eyebrows furrowed tightly as she wiped her mouth.
"Very!" Mr. Valen responded, with heavy breath, a flood of nausea overwhelming him, forcing him to shake his head, "I-"
"Good-" Carla responded before he could even finish his words, dashing towards the group of people with a demonic glint in her eyes.
Before Mr. Valen could even fully turn back, he heard a shrill scream and turned to see that one of the men had been impaled by Carla's tail.
It was swift, so much so that a stream of his blood jetted out from the wound like a strand of fine mist, accompanied by the simultaneous sound of bones cracking.
The man impaled by her gasped, his breath hitching in his throat as he stuttered, but no words came forth.
At that moment, Carla smiled slightly a visible purple glow in her eyes as she watched this man who (strangely enough) seemed to be aging rapidly, his skin withering, his bones crushing, until-
"Crack!"
He shattered into fine dust.