The last thing I anticipated waking up to this morning, after last night’s drunk pity party, is a Demon. A very naked Demon, who insists I summoned him and tells me he cannot leave until he has pleasured me fully.
Turns out singing along to an Abba song while drunk, leaves you with more than a hangover, and now he will not leave.
Because it would be crazy to let him pleasure me, right? Or is there maybe more to this gorgeous, though slightly dubious pleasure demon than meets the eye?