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Save Me

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Parts 21
Time 1h 30m

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The smell of Whiskey and Strawberry Wine surrounded him, he was drifting, floating, the smell tempting him, calling to him. It reminded him of a mixture of youthful days sighing away into older age; older age he had never physically reached but had mentally reached. It reminded him of the many bars in the small town that he haunted simply watching the crowds allowing his hunger to sear him alive; how many centuries had it been since he allowed himself to feed?All Rights Reserved

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Sigh of Relief

He knew he was a vile creature. He was depraved by nature, doomed to serve the purpose of lust and sin. No, Crowley certainly wasn't a stranger to those feelings. Hunger, desire, want. He had been designed to inflame them. This body he'd been given, temptation incarnate. Yet, he'd only ever experienced them himself for one other being, one single creature, the one and only he could never have. He was no stranger to longing, either. He'd been pining for so long he could have filled a whole damn forest! Millennia of waiting, wanting, loving from afar. He had exhibited a quite extraordinary amount of restraint over the years if Crowley could say so himself. Maybe it had been too much. Maybe something had to snap inside of him at some point, maybe- Excuses. Nothing but poor, pathetic attempts to justify his own weakness when it had been more crucial than ever to stay strong. It didn't matter that he'd wanted this for thousands of years. It didn't matter that he'd fought against this urge for centuries. It didn't matter that it had been on the verge of overpowering him countless times before. He hadn't let it. He'd never let it. Until now. WARNINGS: Implied Rape/Non-Con (not actually but perceived as such for some time), PTSD, Self-esteem issues