How will my Demon be fed without the proper sustenance?
My hunger for intimacy deepens the longer it takes to tame the beast.
They say the eyes are the windows to the soul...
And by God, He's been glaring through the window every second of the day.
Banging on the door.
Splintering the wood.
Cracking the glass from his high-pitched screams.
Being a good girl is much harder than I thought.
Especially when other Demons are ready and willing to answer the door.
Fuck... I'm so empty.
Ready to be pinned down and treated like the whore I so desperately want to be.
Ravaged into submission.
I'm waiting for you to fill me up...
So much that my Demon is begging you to stop.
Put him in his place because my weak flesh can no longer do the job.
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