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“Yes,” he groans. “Give me everything. Everything.”

My mind is a fog, a blur of shame and pleasure, and I’m falling, tumbling down the abyss. I don’t know where it ends, if there’s an end at all. I only know that I’m lost in it.

His shadow plunges deeper inside me, stretching me wider, filling me so completely that my breath falters.

This is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. It’s like being ripped apart and put back together again. I can’t think. I can only experience and endure.

“Let me see how hard you come with my shadow fucking your plump cunt.”

I can’t handle it. The way he’s talking to me…

Holy fuck.

“You’re such a slut for me, my Little Soul. I knew you would like it,” he chuckles, his hips slamming into me with such force that saliva dribbles down my chin, splashing onto my thighs.

It shouldn’t feel this good. I shouldn’t be rolling my eyes back, savoring the way I can’t breathe, the way my head spins more with each passing moment. I shouldn’t be so lost in this that I’m actually happy it’s happening.

But I am. For just a fleeting second, I’m happy. And then, I break. I climax.

His shadow moves faster inside me, stretching me brutally and making the orgasm nearly unbearable. Wildly, desperately, I try to ride it out on my own, bucking my hips frantically as the pleasure intoxicates me.

In the distance, birds cry out, their calls eerily resembling the screams I wish I could make. Instead, my cries are muffled by Echo’s cock filling my mouth, pressing into my throat, demanding everything from me.

The birds… They do sound like me. They have my voice. They have my moans. They…

“I love the sound of your cries,” the demon says, reading my mind.

He doesn’t explain further. He just focuses on thrusting into me as I tremble beneath him, but I understand. There are no birds here. There’s no life except me and him, is there? All this is fabricated, and ironically… He wanted to hear my cries. That’s why the birds sound like me.

“Mine,” he groans through a ragged breath. “You’re all mine.”

And then, he spills himself into my throat. His cock throbs against my tongue, pulsing and releasing his thick seed. At the same time, a tendril flicks my oversensitive clit once. Twice. Three times. My eyes roll back and squeeze shut.

Even after he unties me and withdraws from my mouth, I still tremble uncontrollably, my entire body swollen with pleasure.

“Tell me, my Little Soul,” he hisses, bending down and lifting my chin with his clawed finger. Through the fog clouding my vision, I can barely see him. “Who do you belong to?”

His white teeth gleam in the moonlight, his smile sweet but sinister, because he knows the answer as well as I do. There’s not an ounce of doubt between us.

“To you,” I sniff, tears burning my eyes.

“Exactly,” he replies. Then, he steps away and disappears into the darkness. One moment he’s here, and the next, he’s gone, leaving me on the forest floor.

As terrifying as it is to be left alone so suddenly, a thought blooms in my mind that makes me wipe away my tears.

I’m alive. He didn’t eat my soul.

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Scraps of Fabric

The forest crunches underneath my feet as I limp toward the general direction of the waterfall. The air is heavy with the scent of earth and decay, but there are no shadows around me. There’s not even a single sound. Even the trees don’t sway high up in the canopies. They stay motionless.

I don’t know how much time has passed since Echo left me in the middle of the forest without a word of explanation of where he’s going. Not like he owes it to me… But it was so unexpected that I lay on the ground for countless heartbeats before deciding to get up and search for him.

Now, I shuffle through the forest, my body aching with every step. My limbs are heavy, my breath ragged, and my skin is still cut in many places, leaving dried blood caked on my arms and legs.

None of my ailments went away no matter how hard I intended them to.

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