My maker would have my head if he ever learned I dropped to my knees for a human. Luckily, he's dead. I killed him myself, but the thought succeeds in spiking my desire for Emerson. Em lets out a shaky breath as she stares down at me. “W-what are you doing?” she hisses, suddenly looking a bit concerned. “I'm the one who's supposed to be pleasing you. Not the other way around.” My claws elongate slightly as I tease them over her thick thighs. “No, lovely, you're meant to be my dirty little fuck doll to be used however I see fit.” My eyes flash with a hint of my arousal. The scent of her slick
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