Brittney was trapped in a strange dream. If she was going to make it out the door, Brittney had to leave now. The demoness holding her in the tower had told her she had to drink the bowl of Essence, a strange aphrodisiac the demons excreted, if Brittney didn’t leave the room without cumming. Her whole body ached, after strange hours of being teased, held at the edge, and never released. She needed to cum so badly. She knew that drinking the Essence would make things worse. She knew that leaving right now was the only way Mistress Ashlynn, the pale purple demon haunting her dream, would let her leave.
But then again, this was only a dream. If she didn’t obey the demon, she would wake up in a few hours, free from this place. Meanwhile, she would get to enjoy the thought of being used, of being punished and then forgiven for being such a filthy girl.