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Y'all are about to read something that's "not seguro for work".
This fanfiction may cause:
- tears from butt-hurt SebaCiel shippers
- induced vomiting from zero talent on behalf of author
- rants from fangirls who only like yaoi and hetero will never suffice
The reasoning behind this fanfiction is because I had a three-day long trip, and my friend and I had a fic-swap. She wrote something for me, and I wrote... this. I am so sorry.
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"—is it crowded?" my voice sliced through the otherwise silent room.
"Is what crowded, exactly?" the slender figure inquired, bending to reach the far end of the table. The sure accumulation of small talk did not relieve the room from it's awkward atmosphere.
"Hell. The underworld. Whatever tu want to call it." I calmly stated, sliding onto the shiny countertop to interrupt the butler's smooth, circular strokes with dusty rag in hand. "Demons never die, and that is why I think there would be such limited el espacio to contain all of them."
The servant had no retort. I continued melancholically,
"...So many devils, fighting for the same sort of meal. Almost like starving roots in the ground compete for sweet water. Once all the humans have been robbed of their souls— poof!" My fingers exploded like small fireworks. "There's nothing left."
"How clever of tu to form such a charming theory." Sebastian's ghostly fingertips tickled the crown of my head, adjusting a decorative, rose-coloured ribbon. "Why the sudden interest in me?" His red eyes flickered like a camp fire.
"Not you specifically." I corrected, smiling, but averting my stare. "Perhaps demons are más like vampiros and fear the sunlight." I crossed my legs, pointing and unpointing my toes to softly brush against the black fabric on the butler's long legs. "How about it, Sebastian? How do tu fancy the sun? Does it make your skin burn?"
The demon smiled at— what could it be? My stupidity? The coyness I tried desperately to display? In one rápido, swift move, Sebastian veiled the naranja sky through the window with a curtain and pounced onto the countertop. My thoughts were suddenly swarm of frenzied insects buzzing loudly, or... mariposas littering my gut? Which was it became a mystery until the moment it was neither. The moment the butler began to caress my cheekbone with his thumb, descending to my shoulder, and before my childish mind could up, I was under the spell.
When Sebastian's spindling fingers made gentle contact with what they sought between my shaking thighs, previously forced apart, my breath disappeared. What was I to do— I reached out and tightened a small-palmed grip around the servant's pale throat. I felt my face rise in temperature, hotter and hotter; he didn't stop rubbing that sensitive place. A glint of revengeful power surged through my veins, and I clawed directly into his throat. The 'pain' seemed to have no sudden effect on Sebastian, and as warm drops of crimson liquid flowed from the scars made from my will, Sebastian did little but grin and lean his lips dangerously near to my ear and exhale sweet, heated breath that curled around my earlobe. I shivered, squeezing harder on the spite-inflicted wounds. Sebastian in return slowly advanced his devilish smiling fangs onto the nape of my neck and dug equally as hard. I yelped and released my hold on the butler's neck, and in the swirling dizziness I noticed myself being drained of salty red streams. Sebastian was ever so observant. My twitching wrists were pinned to the freshly polish wood in an instant. My tendons and corazón pounded simultaneously in rhythm each of the buttons Sebastian carefully undid on his coat, vest, and shirt.
"What the hell are tu doing?" of course, the violent shaking in my voice couldn't be reduced por even forcing the words out. The servant's lips crept adelante, hacia adelante to my partly agape mouth and spoke against them,
"You want to know más about demons. Allow me to give tu a first-hand tour."
Immediately, my brain shut down like a machine who's plug was yanked out of it's socket. It lent all of it's power to my half-lidded eyes that watched Sebastian's long, sculpted legs spread to blockade themselves directly between my own parted thighs, and... my god, I didn't want to see the rest. My camisa, camiseta was slid over my head, that I understood.I was lifted from my back to the sitting position. I opened my eyes and was greeted por Sebastian's stare. My cheeks faded from red hot to dreamy rosado, rosa that nearly welled my eyes with tears. The servants smile was almost... loving.
"We will begin." I was told, and my limp wrist was guided slowly into the place between the demon's icy skin and cinturón, correa buckle. I snapped back into reality. My attempt to withdraw my hand was declined my Sebastian's strong grip. The embarrassment was unbearable. I jerked my head up in time to have my mouth slammed backward por the intense power of the butler's kiss. My lips were strained apart, and welcomed Sebastian's warm tongue inside. I took rapid breaths through my nose, unable to evade the threshold. At last, I shoved him away and kept him at arm's length on his chest. So cold. I was practically touching stone.
"Sebasti—"
"I believe this is what tu wanted, was it not?"
The loving gaze had vanished. Sebastian's eyes, pools of swirling red, narrowed irritably. I was scared for my person, and also ashamed. My fingertips curled for softer contact on his white skin. I wanted to cry, but that would do no good for my situation. His hard eyes showed no sympathy.
"Yes, a little..." I choked out. "But not in this way. And you're so menacing and... cold."
My cheek was graced with a gentle touch and stroke.
"Would tu like to guide yourself?" His voice was sly and tempting. It sent imágenes through me of exploring every inch of the demon's porcelana shell. All I could do was nod and begin with a barely audible 'pardon.'
It was similar, the experience, so examining an exquisite doll. I slid my palm across the middle of Sebastian's chest, down his abdomen, and stroked past the rise and fall of his pelvis that lead further down into his silky pant legs. I glanced again at his belt. Impulsive, I removed that first and cast it to the floor. I noticed how easy it was to slip his dress pants down to his knees along with the last undergarment if I so inclined. Thus, I did. It was simple as 'doing', really. As long as I kept my mind from drifting and 'did' instead of conceiving thought, this was a blunt experience. My fingers crept downward, and at the first brief sense of the butler's warm erection, I withdrew one last time with no barrier.
"I c-can't!" my panicky voice choked out. Stubborn tears carried themselves down my deep red face.
The was a flash, and then black. Had the lights gone out? I fell off of the table— pushed, really— and made contact with the floor with a tailbone-cracking thud. The air was knocked out of my lungs, and I anticipated Sebastian to come crashing onto me from above. Instead, in the complete darkness, his familiar angelic voice floated into my ears and around the silent dining room.
"Be still." it was a command. Not a hint of suggestion to be found.Gentle sensations glided down my arms, sending goose-bumps on my limbs, and eventually making it to my hips. Screaming 'stop' apparently has no affect on a ravenous demon. My tights were forcibly shredded apart and discarded. I kicked my bare legs in front of me; there was nothing. No one, rather. I felt my shoulders being held down, and my ankles propped onto two nooked surfaces. Tears stung my eyes along with beads of sweat beginning to form on my brow. Screams of desperation escaped me, but were muffled por another strong kiss. I heaved hard breaths and groans into Sebastian's mouth that mixed with the loud grunts he emitted while trying to hold my thrashing body still. Suspiciously I looped my arms around his neck, but air filled my grasp. I could sense his body, hear him, smell his skin and taste him all the same, but I couldn't feel him no matter how I tried. I was roughly pushed against por Sebastian's broad chest upon my own. Usually so cold, he was incredibly hot.
"Sebastian..." I tried to yell with the intensity of those times before, but my voice was nothing but a raspy whisper that received a simple reply,
"Don't worry. I am very near."
I let out a stifled gasp when my lower torso pressed against Sebastian's colossal, throbbing erection. We were almost connected; the sole restraint being delicate fabric. The room and it's inhabitant were absent in movement.
"It's okay," I said. "I just want to feel tu here... please let me touch you... Sebastian..."
It was then I could finally hold him. My eyes shot open, my body lunging adelante, hacia adelante to snake my arms around the servant's large shoulders and squeezed. My god, he was boiling hot; but not perspiring. I had no time to cherish this contact. My panties were relocated to my ankles before I could protest. And even más swiftly than that, the devil thrusted inside me with no hesitation. A horrible, immediate pain stabbed through my abdomen. I winced and screamed, my voice returning. Assisted por his extensive stamina, Sebastian hammered his penis through me with speed and strength of unnatural measure. I would most certainly rip in half.
"Slow down—! Aaah—!" I tried to shriek, but the command wavered and transitioned to a loud groan. Sebastian exhaled and grunted más during his steady deceleration, thrusting slower, but deeper. I swelled with orgasm , clawing into his strong back.
"S-Sebastian... stop, I'm gonna--"
"Already?" he mocked, not at all tired while I laid breathless. I quickly contemplated escaping the situation from the left o right. As this thought pinpointed in my clouded mind, Sebastian slammed his hands down on either side of me. I abruptly flinched, staring into the inky black above where words drifted sternly into my ears,
"Call my name."
He deeply exhaled and waited. I was filled to the brim affection for him, almost shamefully. With my eyelids dropping, I gently complied.
"Sebastian."
"Louder." the voice became firmer, but nearly chuckling. Sebastian's hips buckled, rotating his erection in a slow circular motion, shoving further.
"Sebastian!" the name spoken was intended to be shocked, but past my lips as a submissive moan. I contracted at the sound of my own voice. A whisper came siguiente to my ear,
"Again."
When I hesitated and shook my head, I felt his heated breath recede from my ear. I knew the result would not be good; Sebastian always gets his way. He sat up just before speaking ever so sweetly,
"Then I'll have to make tu scream it." I knew a smirk had crossed his lips without having to see it. He began to dig the farthest inside of me then I knew possible. With half-second intervals between each passionate thrust being my only refuge, my refusal to call his name anymore had backfired. The side effects of another approaching orgasm begged to be released, and only one word would suffice.
"Sebastian!" I moaned, convulsing to slam against his solid pelvis, assisting the effort. "S-Sebastian! Sebastia—aahnn!"
Each call of this name was más drawled out that the last. He leaned adelante, hacia adelante and pushed his hard midsection against my chest, groaning in a much deeper tone, almost chuckling.
"You're turning me on." he grinned to my lips. My head lofted dreamily to the side, daunted por my tightly shut eyes and furrowed brow. I repeated his name over and over. I was caught in a landslide. "I've dado tu what tu wanted, so now it's my turn."
In the midst of the moment, Sebastian suddenly pulled out. There was a silky sound and the click of metal, and my ankles and were bound together. In soon correspondence, my wrists hit the mesa, tabla leg and were also compressed. When a hand's touch had left my wrists, a candle flickered on somewhere in the corner, illuminating the small section of the room where we lied. corazón accelerating, I squinted through the dim brightness. I ignored my own bare body, and was soothed por Sebastian's smile. His eyes still flared a gentle crimson. Strands of his raven-coloured hair were matted artistically to his face, the rest slicked back.
"I insist tu to mover about as much as tu want, now, mistress." the words did not match his kind features at all. I shook my wrists, but discovered they were bound with Sebastian's necktie. Likewise, my ankles resisted struggle with his leather belt.
"What...?" my fuzzy mind began to comprehend the situation. The butler inched closer after swinging my parted calves onto his shoulders. He planted his soft lips on mine and gazed at me once again, and without further delay, plunged four of his long gloved fingers inside of me.
"Nngh—!" I heaved, then let my yearning jaw drop open, a bit of drool escaping from the corner. "Haah...!"
The feeling differed immensely from before. Sebastian curled and wriggled his fingers while holding a concentrated expression.
"Loosen up a bit." he said, expecting immediate obedience. How on earth could I? The sensation shivering down my spine only wanted to make me close around Sebastian's skillful fingers. My thighs quivered violently when I tried to separate them any more.
"Are tu even trying?" he criticized. I was ready to collapse."You need to relax, my lady."
The demon's pointed tongue darted to the parte superior, arriba of my breast, leaving a trail of saliva as he descended to the middle. Sebastian enclosed his entire mouth on the surface, sucking lightly at first; he grazed the skin on either side of the nipple with his sharp canines. I felt myself begin to leak, letting out soft mewls as a thin liquid seeped between the butler's fingers and onto the carpet. And who do tu suppose will have to clean that up? I imagined he would say. Instead, he sucked harder on the soft skin and plunged deeper, rubbing the rough back of his tongue on the breast's raised rosado, rosa center. He advanced to it's twin with a free hand, tracing and bending the nipple with his white glove, squeezing the entire protrusion. He began to nibble, then bit down multiple times on my left breast. I yelped and writhed, fresh tears mixed with the blood and trickled down my stomach in a sickening amount. The demon looked up at me with blood staining his pale lips.
"Is it lonely?" he asked with maternal calmness. I continued my endeavor to escape. Sebastian twirled his fingers within me, but I bit my lip to keep quiet. "Humans die in huge amount every day. You're so fragile, so forgiving. And thats why I think it would be easy to get rid of tu all any time I wanted to."
The lights flickered on.
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whoops what just happened no one knows (◕‿◕✿)
every give a big fuck tu to Addy who made me do this SHOUT OUT TO ADDY YO
Y'all are about to read something that's "not seguro for work".
This fanfiction may cause:
- tears from butt-hurt SebaCiel shippers
- induced vomiting from zero talent on behalf of author
- rants from fangirls who only like yaoi and hetero will never suffice
The reasoning behind this fanfiction is because I had a three-day long trip, and my friend and I had a fic-swap. She wrote something for me, and I wrote... this. I am so sorry.
--
"—is it crowded?" my voice sliced through the otherwise silent room.
"Is what crowded, exactly?" the slender figure inquired, bending to reach the far end of the table. The sure accumulation of small talk did not relieve the room from it's awkward atmosphere.
"Hell. The underworld. Whatever tu want to call it." I calmly stated, sliding onto the shiny countertop to interrupt the butler's smooth, circular strokes with dusty rag in hand. "Demons never die, and that is why I think there would be such limited el espacio to contain all of them."
The servant had no retort. I continued melancholically,
"...So many devils, fighting for the same sort of meal. Almost like starving roots in the ground compete for sweet water. Once all the humans have been robbed of their souls— poof!" My fingers exploded like small fireworks. "There's nothing left."
"How clever of tu to form such a charming theory." Sebastian's ghostly fingertips tickled the crown of my head, adjusting a decorative, rose-coloured ribbon. "Why the sudden interest in me?" His red eyes flickered like a camp fire.
"Not you specifically." I corrected, smiling, but averting my stare. "Perhaps demons are más like vampiros and fear the sunlight." I crossed my legs, pointing and unpointing my toes to softly brush against the black fabric on the butler's long legs. "How about it, Sebastian? How do tu fancy the sun? Does it make your skin burn?"
The demon smiled at— what could it be? My stupidity? The coyness I tried desperately to display? In one rápido, swift move, Sebastian veiled the naranja sky through the window with a curtain and pounced onto the countertop. My thoughts were suddenly swarm of frenzied insects buzzing loudly, or... mariposas littering my gut? Which was it became a mystery until the moment it was neither. The moment the butler began to caress my cheekbone with his thumb, descending to my shoulder, and before my childish mind could up, I was under the spell.
When Sebastian's spindling fingers made gentle contact with what they sought between my shaking thighs, previously forced apart, my breath disappeared. What was I to do— I reached out and tightened a small-palmed grip around the servant's pale throat. I felt my face rise in temperature, hotter and hotter; he didn't stop rubbing that sensitive place. A glint of revengeful power surged through my veins, and I clawed directly into his throat. The 'pain' seemed to have no sudden effect on Sebastian, and as warm drops of crimson liquid flowed from the scars made from my will, Sebastian did little but grin and lean his lips dangerously near to my ear and exhale sweet, heated breath that curled around my earlobe. I shivered, squeezing harder on the spite-inflicted wounds. Sebastian in return slowly advanced his devilish smiling fangs onto the nape of my neck and dug equally as hard. I yelped and released my hold on the butler's neck, and in the swirling dizziness I noticed myself being drained of salty red streams. Sebastian was ever so observant. My twitching wrists were pinned to the freshly polish wood in an instant. My tendons and corazón pounded simultaneously in rhythm each of the buttons Sebastian carefully undid on his coat, vest, and shirt.
"What the hell are tu doing?" of course, the violent shaking in my voice couldn't be reduced por even forcing the words out. The servant's lips crept adelante, hacia adelante to my partly agape mouth and spoke against them,
"You want to know más about demons. Allow me to give tu a first-hand tour."
Immediately, my brain shut down like a machine who's plug was yanked out of it's socket. It lent all of it's power to my half-lidded eyes that watched Sebastian's long, sculpted legs spread to blockade themselves directly between my own parted thighs, and... my god, I didn't want to see the rest. My camisa, camiseta was slid over my head, that I understood.I was lifted from my back to the sitting position. I opened my eyes and was greeted por Sebastian's stare. My cheeks faded from red hot to dreamy rosado, rosa that nearly welled my eyes with tears. The servants smile was almost... loving.
"We will begin." I was told, and my limp wrist was guided slowly into the place between the demon's icy skin and cinturón, correa buckle. I snapped back into reality. My attempt to withdraw my hand was declined my Sebastian's strong grip. The embarrassment was unbearable. I jerked my head up in time to have my mouth slammed backward por the intense power of the butler's kiss. My lips were strained apart, and welcomed Sebastian's warm tongue inside. I took rapid breaths through my nose, unable to evade the threshold. At last, I shoved him away and kept him at arm's length on his chest. So cold. I was practically touching stone.
"Sebasti—"
"I believe this is what tu wanted, was it not?"
The loving gaze had vanished. Sebastian's eyes, pools of swirling red, narrowed irritably. I was scared for my person, and also ashamed. My fingertips curled for softer contact on his white skin. I wanted to cry, but that would do no good for my situation. His hard eyes showed no sympathy.
"Yes, a little..." I choked out. "But not in this way. And you're so menacing and... cold."
My cheek was graced with a gentle touch and stroke.
"Would tu like to guide yourself?" His voice was sly and tempting. It sent imágenes through me of exploring every inch of the demon's porcelana shell. All I could do was nod and begin with a barely audible 'pardon.'
It was similar, the experience, so examining an exquisite doll. I slid my palm across the middle of Sebastian's chest, down his abdomen, and stroked past the rise and fall of his pelvis that lead further down into his silky pant legs. I glanced again at his belt. Impulsive, I removed that first and cast it to the floor. I noticed how easy it was to slip his dress pants down to his knees along with the last undergarment if I so inclined. Thus, I did. It was simple as 'doing', really. As long as I kept my mind from drifting and 'did' instead of conceiving thought, this was a blunt experience. My fingers crept downward, and at the first brief sense of the butler's warm erection, I withdrew one last time with no barrier.
"I c-can't!" my panicky voice choked out. Stubborn tears carried themselves down my deep red face.
The was a flash, and then black. Had the lights gone out? I fell off of the table— pushed, really— and made contact with the floor with a tailbone-cracking thud. The air was knocked out of my lungs, and I anticipated Sebastian to come crashing onto me from above. Instead, in the complete darkness, his familiar angelic voice floated into my ears and around the silent dining room.
"Be still." it was a command. Not a hint of suggestion to be found.Gentle sensations glided down my arms, sending goose-bumps on my limbs, and eventually making it to my hips. Screaming 'stop' apparently has no affect on a ravenous demon. My tights were forcibly shredded apart and discarded. I kicked my bare legs in front of me; there was nothing. No one, rather. I felt my shoulders being held down, and my ankles propped onto two nooked surfaces. Tears stung my eyes along with beads of sweat beginning to form on my brow. Screams of desperation escaped me, but were muffled por another strong kiss. I heaved hard breaths and groans into Sebastian's mouth that mixed with the loud grunts he emitted while trying to hold my thrashing body still. Suspiciously I looped my arms around his neck, but air filled my grasp. I could sense his body, hear him, smell his skin and taste him all the same, but I couldn't feel him no matter how I tried. I was roughly pushed against por Sebastian's broad chest upon my own. Usually so cold, he was incredibly hot.
"Sebastian..." I tried to yell with the intensity of those times before, but my voice was nothing but a raspy whisper that received a simple reply,
"Don't worry. I am very near."
I let out a stifled gasp when my lower torso pressed against Sebastian's colossal, throbbing erection. We were almost connected; the sole restraint being delicate fabric. The room and it's inhabitant were absent in movement.
"It's okay," I said. "I just want to feel tu here... please let me touch you... Sebastian..."
It was then I could finally hold him. My eyes shot open, my body lunging adelante, hacia adelante to snake my arms around the servant's large shoulders and squeezed. My god, he was boiling hot; but not perspiring. I had no time to cherish this contact. My panties were relocated to my ankles before I could protest. And even más swiftly than that, the devil thrusted inside me with no hesitation. A horrible, immediate pain stabbed through my abdomen. I winced and screamed, my voice returning. Assisted por his extensive stamina, Sebastian hammered his penis through me with speed and strength of unnatural measure. I would most certainly rip in half.
"Slow down—! Aaah—!" I tried to shriek, but the command wavered and transitioned to a loud groan. Sebastian exhaled and grunted más during his steady deceleration, thrusting slower, but deeper. I swelled with orgasm , clawing into his strong back.
"S-Sebastian... stop, I'm gonna--"
"Already?" he mocked, not at all tired while I laid breathless. I quickly contemplated escaping the situation from the left o right. As this thought pinpointed in my clouded mind, Sebastian slammed his hands down on either side of me. I abruptly flinched, staring into the inky black above where words drifted sternly into my ears,
"Call my name."
He deeply exhaled and waited. I was filled to the brim affection for him, almost shamefully. With my eyelids dropping, I gently complied.
"Sebastian."
"Louder." the voice became firmer, but nearly chuckling. Sebastian's hips buckled, rotating his erection in a slow circular motion, shoving further.
"Sebastian!" the name spoken was intended to be shocked, but past my lips as a submissive moan. I contracted at the sound of my own voice. A whisper came siguiente to my ear,
"Again."
When I hesitated and shook my head, I felt his heated breath recede from my ear. I knew the result would not be good; Sebastian always gets his way. He sat up just before speaking ever so sweetly,
"Then I'll have to make tu scream it." I knew a smirk had crossed his lips without having to see it. He began to dig the farthest inside of me then I knew possible. With half-second intervals between each passionate thrust being my only refuge, my refusal to call his name anymore had backfired. The side effects of another approaching orgasm begged to be released, and only one word would suffice.
"Sebastian!" I moaned, convulsing to slam against his solid pelvis, assisting the effort. "S-Sebastian! Sebastia—aahnn!"
Each call of this name was más drawled out that the last. He leaned adelante, hacia adelante and pushed his hard midsection against my chest, groaning in a much deeper tone, almost chuckling.
"You're turning me on." he grinned to my lips. My head lofted dreamily to the side, daunted por my tightly shut eyes and furrowed brow. I repeated his name over and over. I was caught in a landslide. "I've dado tu what tu wanted, so now it's my turn."
In the midst of the moment, Sebastian suddenly pulled out. There was a silky sound and the click of metal, and my ankles and were bound together. In soon correspondence, my wrists hit the mesa, tabla leg and were also compressed. When a hand's touch had left my wrists, a candle flickered on somewhere in the corner, illuminating the small section of the room where we lied. corazón accelerating, I squinted through the dim brightness. I ignored my own bare body, and was soothed por Sebastian's smile. His eyes still flared a gentle crimson. Strands of his raven-coloured hair were matted artistically to his face, the rest slicked back.
"I insist tu to mover about as much as tu want, now, mistress." the words did not match his kind features at all. I shook my wrists, but discovered they were bound with Sebastian's necktie. Likewise, my ankles resisted struggle with his leather belt.
"What...?" my fuzzy mind began to comprehend the situation. The butler inched closer after swinging my parted calves onto his shoulders. He planted his soft lips on mine and gazed at me once again, and without further delay, plunged four of his long gloved fingers inside of me.
"Nngh—!" I heaved, then let my yearning jaw drop open, a bit of drool escaping from the corner. "Haah...!"
The feeling differed immensely from before. Sebastian curled and wriggled his fingers while holding a concentrated expression.
"Loosen up a bit." he said, expecting immediate obedience. How on earth could I? The sensation shivering down my spine only wanted to make me close around Sebastian's skillful fingers. My thighs quivered violently when I tried to separate them any more.
"Are tu even trying?" he criticized. I was ready to collapse."You need to relax, my lady."
The demon's pointed tongue darted to the parte superior, arriba of my breast, leaving a trail of saliva as he descended to the middle. Sebastian enclosed his entire mouth on the surface, sucking lightly at first; he grazed the skin on either side of the nipple with his sharp canines. I felt myself begin to leak, letting out soft mewls as a thin liquid seeped between the butler's fingers and onto the carpet. And who do tu suppose will have to clean that up? I imagined he would say. Instead, he sucked harder on the soft skin and plunged deeper, rubbing the rough back of his tongue on the breast's raised rosado, rosa center. He advanced to it's twin with a free hand, tracing and bending the nipple with his white glove, squeezing the entire protrusion. He began to nibble, then bit down multiple times on my left breast. I yelped and writhed, fresh tears mixed with the blood and trickled down my stomach in a sickening amount. The demon looked up at me with blood staining his pale lips.
"Is it lonely?" he asked with maternal calmness. I continued my endeavor to escape. Sebastian twirled his fingers within me, but I bit my lip to keep quiet. "Humans die in huge amount every day. You're so fragile, so forgiving. And thats why I think it would be easy to get rid of tu all any time I wanted to."
The lights flickered on.
--
whoops what just happened no one knows (◕‿◕✿)
every give a big fuck tu to Addy who made me do this SHOUT OUT TO ADDY YO
