Where Every Scroll is a New Adventure
Throw it back.
Responsibly. Carefully. Don't want history to repeat itself.
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dam.
the demon first came for your soul.
he was drawn by the sweet scent of it, by the way it tickled his tongue and made him so painfully hard. he couldn't take that soul from you, not when you look so beautiful wearing it. so he found a different way to taste it, to taste you, and now he's addicted. his fangs always come out when he's deep inside you, his claws digging into your soft skin because now he can feel your soul—that delectable, perfect thing—in a way that's even better than eating it. you're his favorite drug, and he'll never need another soul again.