Naked Scripts
I look like I’ve been carved from sin and starlight, and I’m so horny I could cry.
I flop onto the bed, spread my legs, and start touching myself. Just a little relief. Just, fuck, I need something.
The second my fingers slide through my folds, the air shimmers.
Four of them step out of nowhere.
Four gorgeous, terrifying, perfect demons.
One is all silver skin and white horns, smirking like he owns the place.
One is bronze with black wings and a forked tail that keeps flicking.
One is emerald green, eyes glowing, twin tongues flicking out to taste the air.