The Dalwick Demon

by Ashley Bennett

Was this the end? Condemned by men for doing what I must to survive?

“I-I want you to call me your little whore,” I whispered. He pulled back and looked at me with wide eyes. “Are you sure?” “Yes,” I said with a nod. “Alright, my little whore. Lean back and part your legs for me.”

“There is no God here, Iris. He could never bring you this sort of pleasure.”

“Is this what you want, my little fallen angel? To be fucked by the demon of Dalwick Cave?”

“Take me.” I rasped against the shell of her ear. “Take me like the good little whore you are.”

Selvyn leaned forward slightly and stared with wide eyes at where our bodies were joined. “Look at you taking both my cocks. My little wanton whore.”

I hadn’t wilted in the time I’d spent with him in the dark. I’d bloomed.

“That’s right, ride my face. Scream my name while you come for me.”

He was all the things I never thought I’d have.

Whatever time I have with you is precious. My life begins and ends with you.”