Maddison Cole

“How dare he blindside me into a quickie in the baggage compartment when he knew full well he had a demon dick in his pants.”
― Maddison Cole, Crushin’ Candy

“Knew you'd come around," he mumbles into my mouth as I work my hand into his pants and grip his shaft until it's straining to be freed. Putting enough space between us for Riley to see me lick my lips seductively, he allows me to guide him towards the four-poster bed in the centre of the room. Before he sits, I wiggle his trousers down until I'm crouching before his dick. It's a pretty nice dick actually, girthy with a network of ribbed veins running along the length of it. Oh well. Whipping the specialised hunting pocket knife out of my boot, I grab the end of Riley's dick firmly and make a clean slice all the way through the base before his eyes are able to focus. The scream that leaves him is so high-pitched, it could have been mine and I panic at the noise. Someone is surely going to hear him so I shoot up, fumbling with his severed dick before stuffing it into his mouth. He sputters and gags on himself, which gives me a strange sense of satisfaction, until he passes out and flops onto the bed. Well, that stopped the noise issue but now I'm looking at a gaping, bleeding hole where Riley's dick should be and a body I can't just leave here.”
― Maddison Cole, Crushin’ Candy