Torid (BWWM)

Torid (BWWM)

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"I wish I had someone to fuck me like this." *** "Mind if I get comfortable, Doll?" He asked, slipping the ring from his finger. In a matter of seconds his eyes began to bleed black, completely engulfing his pupils and leaving what looked like pools of molten onyx in their place. His skin darkened to a steely grey and tattoos no longer adorned his slate colored skin. Horns grew from his temples, curling backwards and resting against his ears. He disappeared from in front of her, and reappeared behind her, pulling her against his cold skin. His forked tongue licked her from her jaw to the shell of her ear, sending shivers through Paisli's entire being. Now she was really freaking the fuck out. "You see Paisli, we didn't meet by chance. You summoned me. You said, and I quote, 'I wish I had someone to fuck me like this'." He heightened his voice a few octaves, rudely mocking her. "I, Torid, am here to fuck you like that, and then some."
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