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I arch my back, shamelessly grinding on his face, offering him everything. My breath is coming in ragged gasps. The world narrows to his mouth, and that’s it. That’s my whole world.

The heat builds, builds until I’m on fire. I’m sightless, mindless, and screaming for Daddy, which only makes him double down on his efforts, sending me into a near orgasmic rage as he centers my body on his face. I tug on his horns, kick at his sides, his back, and it’s horrible and incredible, and I finally understand what all the hype is about.

When I come down, he’s holding me so tight my ribs ache. He presses hot kisses to my belly, murmuring in a language I don’t speak and somehow understand anyway.

For a solid minute, I’m panting, my arms flung to the sides as I lay back, trying to recall who I was this morning, what I wanted from life, what I thought would happen when I was given to this monster.

But I can’t. Because none of it matters to me. I’m… Am I…happy, right now?

Yes.

I feel at home.

That’s new. I squint at the wet stone ceiling, my throat raw from the sounds I was making, and let the contentment wash over me. As I do, he examines me with his fingers and mouth, from top to bottom.

Nipples, throat, thighs, ankles.

His tongue even slithers between each toe, and man, I didn’t realize, but that shit feels good.

I slowly regain my memories of my life in the town. Of being tied to the stake and all the wacko and marvelous details of how I descended into this dark and magical place.

He’s standing between my open legs, still in the water, looking down at every naked curve, and tickles my belly button with a talon as he growls against my belly. “You are so soft. So perfect. I am never letting you leave.”

And somehow, I believe him.

“I don’t want to leave, Daddy.” I use that word again because it feels right, and calling him ‘demon’ doesn’t fit.

A few more red tears seep from the corners of his eyes.

His head falls back, and he lifts a finger, catching a tear on his claw, then extends his hand to inspect the liquid clinging there.

“I have never cried. Demons do not shed…tears.” He cocks his head, the dark lips over his teeth pulling back, and for a second, I think he’s going to bite me. “You are doing something to me. I have fed on the fear of the other sacrifices for nearly a millennium, but you, little one? From you, I need something else. Another first for me.”

My eyes widen as I watch the head of his cock swell, the hole at the tip cinching tight and opening like it’s trying to breathe. And then it happens. A fountain springs forth, arcing up to his chest before splashing into the dark water below.

Not white, but red. Thick red cum spurting like a damn geyser.

“Demon cum,” he says, as if reading my mind. “Ready to spawn a billion more denizens of hell.”

“A billion?”

“If you were a succubus, yes.”

“And a human?”

He shrugs. “Want to find out, little one?”

It all feels so…normal, but the sensations inside me are nothing short of phenomenal.

A sense of power overwhelms me as I sit here exposed as his captive. One of his rough palms rises to cup my cheek as if he can read my thoughts, and he says, "It’s okay, little one. I understand.”

I’m mesmerized by the fountain from his cock, but my body has other issues, and my stomach takes this odd but tender moment to let out a growl that rivals this beast's roar at the ceiling a few minutes ago.

“Sorry.” I slap both hands on my belly as if you can keep your stomach from growling by covering it up.

Then his head comes up, and his eyes flame brighter. “When did you last eat?”

“Lunch… You remember when you said I smelled like peanut butter? Peanut butter crackers from the gas station. That was my last meal. They gave me five dollars to spend on anything I wanted to eat. At Earl’s Sunoco. Packs of crackers were $2.25 each. You do the math. But, honestly, gas station peanut butter crackers are one of my favorite foods, so...”