*Update: In the original post I changed Matra's hair to something more fancy, but unfortunately the hair asset I used doesn't convert properly to Blender currently. I was never happy with it so I decided to go back and use the original hair for a re-render of the main image. I've left the original up so you can see the difference.
Marta’s body quivered for a few moments, and then relaxed. A feeling of bliss overcame her. Gradually the noises of the world returned: the sound of car horns, screams, the rumble of collapsing buildings. She smiled, opened her eyes, and looked around. The dust had still not settled from her bucking, and even now as she shifted backwards and rolled onto her side, more clouds were thrown up as her body rolled over the tiny city.
Gripping the skyscraper’s base, she slowly pulled it out of her, trying to keep the delicate structure in one piece. Holding it up to her face, she could see that it had been mangled and twisted, but still held its structure. Most of the windows had been blown out, and the surface was covered in a slick layer of her juices, which had pooled on shattered columns and in the offices where people had worked. She couldn’t see any movement inside.
“How was that for you?” she asked the skyscraper dildo, chuckling softly at her own joke. “If I was inside and alive I probably wouldn’t be moving either, but…” she paused, feeling crazy for talking to a building she’d just used to pleasure herself. “… I’d like to know how it felt to be inside me, to feel me crush you with my pussy, to break your windows and flood your offices. I felt very powerful with you inside me. Maybe if you have survived you will tell everyone about it, smelling of me forever.”
Looking very closely into the windows, Marta could see desks and chairs clumped together with thick goop. Slowly as her eyes became accustomed to the details she started to see people. They were moving slowly, crawling, sticky, and bedraggled but most definitely alive. She smiled and purred.
“Yessss. That’s what I wanted; for you to feel my power and then be able to tell the tale. Then we were all lovers.” She placed the building gently onto the ground on a suburb to her side, and lay backwards, sprawling out and feeling the warm sunlight on her face and the fine rubble of buildings under her back.