Bad Girls Do It Like Demons

Emma rammed the demon home, taking his demonhood all the way into her as her claws raked his back. She didn’t care about the niceties, she just wanted something inside her before it became too much for her to bear. She clutched him tightly, her legs locked around his, thrusting against him, until at last it was over.

“I’ve…never felt anything like that before,” Emma said, afterward. “Not even since demonizing.”

The demon chuckled. “Tol’ja,” he said weakly. He tried to get up, then flopped back onto the bed. “Damn. You drained me. Didn’ ‘spect that. Shoulda used protection.”

“But—what happens to Julie and Chet?” Emma wondered. “I mean, mad demon sex is one thing, but I’m not sure I like the idea of…digesting people.”

The demon laughed. “Don’t fret it, toots. Nothing happens to them if you don’t want it to. How ya think I kept your cat?”

“You mean they just…stay inside me somewhere?” Emma said.

“Unless you get a really bad case a’ the runs,” the demon smirked. “It’s been known to happen.”

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