Ness

“The demon lifts a brow. “Not what you were hoping to see, little doe?” “I didn’t want to see any of it,” I retort, fighting the aphrodisiac that urges me to lick the tip of his cock and suck it to the back of my throat. “Then I guess there’s no point in keeping it like this.” He fists it, stroking from base to tip, and it begins to transform, thicker and longer, the smooth surface replaced with ridges on the sides and a line of bumps down the center.”
― Lyra Blake, A Night With The Demon: A Dark Desires Novelette

“He licks his lips with that black forked tongue, then spits into my mouth, slapping a hand over it so I can’t get rid of it. His saliva is hot and sweet, like red hot candy. My head feels light, and my jaw slackens.”
― Lyra Blake, A Night With The Demon: A Dark Desires Novelette

“Take a deep breath, little doe,” he coaxes, his gold eyes trained on mine. He wiggles his thumb in to the first knuckle, and I can feel every centimeter he inserts. He spits, and I flinch as the heat spreads across my pussy lips, tingling and allowing him to glide further. “Look.”
― Lyra Blake, A Night With The Demon: A Dark Desires Novelette

“Eeny, meeny, miny, moe,” he calls out melodically, setting my senses on edge. “Catch a frightened little doe.”
― Lyra Blake, A Night With The Demon: A Dark Desires Novelette