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“I think the alpha will be less concerned about the clown blood on his floor and more concerned about the clown cum we leave inside his Little Pup.”
"We're going to pump you full of our cum, and you’re going to thank us for it. Do you fucking understand?"
"Fuck, you're really making me bleed today, aren't you, Hell Bat?"
“You look so goddamn gorgeous covered in the blood of the damned, Little Demon.”
“Death by Discord,” I moaned, my voice coming out strangled due to the shadowbeast’s cock stuffed in my mouth. Alistair laughed at me—or rather, laughed inside me. He pulled out for a moment, giving a quick little spank to my pussy. “That better not be a request, Megaera.”
“If you want to come, beg your god, girl.”
“Spread your legs, Little Demon. Let him in.”
“The darkness inside me is desperate to taste you, Little Demon.”
“Look at you. What a perfect little finger puppet you make.”
“You’ve worn a lot of shit in the ring. So many costumes I don’t know where you keep them all. But this right here…” Daemon canted his hips, slowly pushing my body into hers. “Wearing her. You imps have never looked fucking better.”
Our eyes locked together from across the ring. An emotion I couldn’t quite place flashed across his face. But then his lips parted on a silent moan, and he mouthed the words, “My Queen.”
“When you cry out to your god as you cum, you fucking look him in the eye.”
“Fucking bastard. Who’s cleaning up these bodies, anyway? All this blood and guts everywhere is a serious tripping hazard.”
Our twisted little clown likes it when we don’t let her breathe, doesn’t she?”
“Wow. So, like, you’re famous? When you’re finished killing me, will you sign my corpse?”
“Oh, you better not be implying what I think you are. I have this little thing where I like to chop up rapists and feed them the body parts they don’t know how to keep to themselves. You could say it’s even a fetish. You want to get me going? Eat your own dick, Death. Better yet, choke on it.”
“Tell me about what else you’re into. Tell the devil your deepest desires.”
“Crawl to me, Pet.” He brandished his cane in a swirl of shadows and slowly wound the chain around the shaft, pulling the makeshift leash taut. “Crawl to your master.”
“Ride me, Little Demon.”
