Wet Desires
I sobbed into the cushions, drool pooling, body a trembling mess of overstimulation.
In the middle of it all, as a third orgasm built, the air shimmered. Heat spiked, that pomegranate-smoke scent flooding the room. He materialized slowly—first the horns, then the obsidian skin, red eyes glowing with wicked amusement. Lounging beside me on the couch, fully visible now, his tail flicking lazily as if he hadn’t been tormenting me invisibly for what felt like hours.
I lifted my head, panting, eyes wide. “So… I summoned the Devil.” The words came out breathless, half-moan as his invisible forces—wait, no, now I could see faint shimmers, like extensions of him—kept fucking me relentlessly.
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