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He gave me a smug smile as the clawed tips of his fingers undid his leather belt. Without warning, his furred skirt dropped to the cavern floor–revealing what was hidden underneath.
“Alright, my little whore. Lean back and part your legs for me.”
He was so gentle, so kind. All of my preconceived notions and expectations of what the Dalwick Demon was like were completely wrong. In a cruel world, he was a bright light, one that was stifled by the darkness of the cave he inhabited.
“Mmm,” he groaned and circled my hole with his tongue. “I want to ruin you, Iris. No man will ever be enough for you after me.”
“Let me worship you and that tight little cunt.”
“Beg for it,” she whispered.
