He wears his own skin here, portrayed in this dream as he truly is. I fight to stay awake and listen to his story, but Gods help me I can feel myself slipping. Xnxx.com Here, sex is cheap and nasty, something to be hidden. They are the colour of deepest space, a purple black so cold that their stare cuts right through me. Of course, how could I have been so stupid, so naive? He sits up and pulls close to me, meeting my gaze. The thought of her is sobering and I look to my lover pleadingly. “Fuck, Asmodeus!” I shout and jump off the bed. Not the only one of his kind, but one of twenty-eight thousand; just another soldier in Asmodeus’ army of offspring. Ash lies on the bed beside me and I breathe in one last lungful of the wonderfully normal lavender
