Demon boyfriend - Part 7 - Are all of your gifts metaphors? (nsfw)
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[Welcome back! This part’s a bit long but it would be cruel to leave you on another cliff hanger :) This is NSFW, there it lots of gore and it’s a bit scary in parts. But there’s an orgasm in it! So there’s that to see you through.]
You’d spent a lot of time ruminating on the events of that Friday evening. The thing which you had found most disturbing, even more so than the sickening wet slap of Emma’s limp body hitting the floor, was the immediacy with which Friday’s manner towards you softened as soon as you’d felt your willingness to fight against or flee your haunting drain away. As you’d sobbed out hopeless tears against his coarse mane, the claws tangling in your knotted hair had almost been.. tender? What kind of relationship was that? You flashed angry and ashamed whenever you thought about it, purposefully trying to avoid remembering the overwhelming relief of abdication of responsibility and surrender you’d felt wash over you.





