Vaelvourin the Demon
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I feel him slide through the tightest spaces of my being. My hips rise to meet him. I gasp his name like it’s part of my breath.
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He saw every place I’d been left wanting, every place I had silenced desire out of fear of being too much, or not enough. When he moved, oh gods, when he moved, his body was shadow and fire made flesh.
The Osmosis of Flesh 