He grabbed me.
He grabbed me, and he used me. He made me feel every inch, he took it upon himself to teach me my place. I danced for him dripping juices and lusting for more. He stained my form with a touch of grace so absolutely foul it still reeks. And I moaned.
The curses swelled within my chest and burst through binds which only held me tighter, still. Wretching against the rough which ripped through my flesh I caved.
I felt myself split.
I felt my lungs fill. I felt my body bloom.. The warmth crept up my spine and groped my tender flesh. It took a form not unlike my own and followed his lead. It felt a lust like no other and I watched myself gasp. I watched myself writhe and moan and wretch again as his lust filled my throat. Every tender part defiled by his thick, throbbing lust..
So warm, so beautiful.. the pain cascaded into pleasure and I parried, devouring him from the inside. My ethereal claws tore into his rigid, gasping malady, laid atop me as we poisoned each other with spite. We painted each other with sight.
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