DEMONS by DAYLIGHT
Ours is born of sun and day ‘stead of dark night where others prowl.
Primal tongues sing spells and oaths no man can keep, yet demons we, transcend this line, immortal in our lives and loves.
No heart encased within our flesh, there is only the rhythm of the lie.
One are we, and none. Demon halves of Sorcerous soul.
The accursed wait now for daylight where Demon passion loves with pain- Incubus fang on Succubus flesh, love and kisses wrought with teeth bite deep into scaled throat extracting painful wailings tinged with pleasure.
My claws grasp succubus mane and direct the demon, exposing her defenseless gullet to the likes of vampiric frenzy.
Razor talons scrape paths of passion across eager and awakened pelt; tiny streets of mottled, scarlet globules trace the route to bliss.
Forked tongues flick suddenly, dashed with fang laden piercings of supple demon sinew.
Bound, the succubus struggles against I, her tormentor, until at last the torture brings release.
Still, incubus I, resolve to despoil demon craving.
Passions formed from growls and grunts, moans and murmurs carry confusion to awareness of Succubus, bound.
No tussle frees the feral bitch from that which binds her, ‘till awareness does abandon she whose lust is shown in agony’s grasp.
Only then in cries and screams, waves and pulses, rhythmic strain of slick succubus sex, does convulsive liberation provide molten reward.
Incubus I, drowning in volcanic wave, do sup my sweet reward. My price, subtle, for demonic pleasures - sinful ecstasy stained with ache.
Upon extinction of lusts seizure, freed at last, the feral bitch declares her mastery of our immoral union.
With dexterous skill and swiftness, roles reverse and Incubus I am found awake, awaiting the tap of fiendish mistress.
Flesh tingling for caress of bladed talons, I absolve myself of this plane and free my consciousness to soar on leather wings, while demonic mistress tortures me with bites and razor-sharp kisses.
Again, forked tongue travels upon scaled hide, forcefully flicking in agonizing, Technicolor rays.
As succubus nets demon seed from Incubus I, blind with lust and desire, the dark Universe formed by our union detonates, sending shockwaves to the end of space and time.
Freedom eludes we, demon pair - bound together in preternatural grasp beyond eternity.
Alas, naught else could please – until at last we are united in dark, immortal, eternal ecstasy.