“If you keep wiggling on my dick like that, you’ll end up impaled on it like a fish on a hook.” She froze for a second. “But… fish are pierced through.” “Exactly.” I smirked darkly. “Think about it.” Her body stiffened and I felt her embarrassment radiating through her skin as her cheeks flushed a deep red. Beautiful. “You’re a maniac,” she whispered sharply. “Me? No, I’m not…” I let out a low chuckle, leaning closer to her ear. “I’m a succubus demon, remember? Fish memory, ashpetal?”
Book:Where the Dark Knelt