Sucking the squirt from Strife’s thighs
Barely holding in my own horny sighs
Void-eyes dilating as I look out
And wonder —
What were we fighting about?
….oh, right…
I
Spite-fucked
A demon
His name was Pain
(Sadomasochism, his favorite game)
And… while I reached for the knife
and slid its kiss between my thighs
…Mmm, I got so wet, that I stained the whole bed
Pain leaned in close, offering me a collar of scars
Meeting Her eyes over my shoulder, discreetly,
as he whispered, ‘This world too, in time, will be ours’
