His hand skims down again, away from my abused breasts. He isn’t forcing me this time, just staring at me with an intense tenderness I would never have thought could possibly stem from a demon. Xxx Soon we’re standing chest to chest, him looking down at me and me looking up at him. Has the eruption stopped? I’ve never been kissed, never been loved. It is small and ugly, hunched over like an old crone, a drooling, festering mess. Surprisingly, this does not burn my bare feet. He moves ever closer and each step increases my own lust. Suddenly I am gripping a fistful of that silver hair and pulling his face toward mine. Rivulets of lava seep down through numerous cracks in the surrounding walls, cooling and hardening, adding to the texture of the cave.
