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And don’t think I’d stop there. I’d let her drag me into whatever infernal lair she calls home, chain me up in front of all her stuck-up demon aristocrat friends, and humiliate me like I’m her personal little plaything. I’d let her make a spectacle of it—force me to thank every last one of them for watching while she breaks me in half.
I’d lick every inch of those perfect red thighs until she got bored and shoved my face where she wanted it. I’d let her spit in my mouth, piss on me, whatever the fuck she wanted, because the truth is I’m already owned.
I’d let her edge me for hours with just the tip of her tail, never letting me finish until she decided I’d earned it, if I ever earned it at all. I’d let her read a list of my failures out loud while she milked me dry, laughing every time I begged her to stop.
If she told me to crawl naked across the floor and beg like a dog, I’d do it without a second thought. I’d let her put a leash on me and parade me around her palace as the pitiful human who thought he could be anything more than her toy.
I’d swallow whatever she gave me and ask for seconds. I’d let her leave marks all over me—bruises, cuts, burns—so every time I looked in the mirror, I’d remember exactly who I belong to.
And if she decided to take my soul, to drain it right out while I screamed her name? I’d die happy. That’s the truth.
And don’t think I’d stop there. I’d let her drag me into whatever infernal lair she calls home, chain me up in front of all her stuck-up demon aristocrat friends, and humiliate me like I’m her personal little plaything. I’d let her make a spectacle of it—force me to thank every last one of them for watching while she breaks me in half.
I’d lick every inch of those perfect red thighs until she got bored and shoved my face where she wanted it. I’d let her spit in my mouth, piss on me, whatever the fuck she wanted, because the truth is I’m already owned.
I’d let her edge me for hours with just the tip of her tail, never letting me finish until she decided I’d earned it, if I ever earned it at all. I’d let her read a list of my failures out loud while she milked me dry, laughing every time I begged her to stop.
If she told me to crawl naked across the floor and beg like a dog, I’d do it without a second thought. I’d let her put a leash on me and parade me around her palace as the pitiful human who thought he could be anything more than her toy.
I’d swallow whatever she gave me and ask for seconds. I’d let her leave marks all over me—bruises, cuts, burns—so every time I looked in the mirror, I’d remember exactly who I belong to.
And if she decided to take my soul, to drain it right out while I screamed her name? I’d die happy. That’s the truth.
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