With each endless round, Kim’s need for release mounted and intensified like a huge dam that was threatening to overflow and burst open. It was now driven on only by its own greed for sexual pleasure. Indian sex Drakken, look…” Shego exclaims pointing at the supine form of Ron Stoppable. Ron grabs her tight fitting T-shirt by the collar with his left hand and rips it from her young tight body. “Mind if I crash the party?” Kim asks as she runs towards the altar to grab the stolen artifact Ron running just a few steps behind her. “Ron look at me it’ll be alright”
“Arghhhh…” Ron screams in agony as he tries to stop the flow of blood from his wound, dark eldritch lights began to emanate from the mummified arm as tendrils spread out over the altar “There’s nothing you can do now Kim Possible,” Drakken screams manically “Now feel the power that is mine to command, and tremble at the might of the Demon Hand!” Drakken
