The

Cockslinger






    

No one had heard a peep out of the Bikini Bimbo Bandits for months since their last heist, so when they barged into a large bank and took everyone inside hostage, the authorities weren’t ready for them. The

criminals

    
Even the whipping of ice on the blizzard's wind couldn’t come close to the biting cold of the glares the pair was giving eachother. On one side of the storm was Catraya, a muscular demoness with huge tits, twisted thorny horns, and bits of fire dancing across her eyes. On the other side of the storm was Aithen, a femboy angel with ass enough to make even the demoness before him blush. The pair were giant, at least three times the size of an average

    
Fire and death, that’s all Ángel could see. The town around him burning to the ground, riddled with bullet casings and snakes. They ravaged his home, destroying everything he’d known and plundering every little bit of anything they could find. Gold. People. Silver. The iron that came out of the wood. If it was worth anything or edible, they ripped it from his clutches.