“Open up.” His jaw unhinged on her command, and she held the cock over his mouth, allowing the rope of his own cum—mixed with bright beads of blood—to dribble all over his lips, his chin, his tongue. “Good boy,” the demoness practically sing-songed. “Now swallow.” There were few sights that could bring an ancient manifestation of darkness like me to his knees. This was such a sight.
