Aurora Ascher

“Open your eyes, Eva. I want you to see who’s inside you. She did as he asked and opened her eyes. And stiffened in surprise. He was red. And his eyes were black. And, as she watched, he grew to his seven-foot-tall size. He grew everywhere, in fact, and she gasped at the sudden stretch inside her, the tightness almost unbearable. Those freaky, all-black eyes narrowed in challenge. He was daring her to accept him, she realized. Accept all of him. Even his hands had turned to claws, though he was careful where he held her not to scratch her. “Your eyes are glowing again,” he growled. “You’re so beautiful.” He did a slow slide out of her and then pushed back in, finishing with a roll of his hips that made her see stars. She moaned at the exquisite fullness, bordering on the edge of pain.
“Who’s fucking you right now, Eva?”
“You are.”
His hips rolled again. “Who am I?”
“Asmodeus.”
And again. “Who am I.”
“My demon. My big, red demon with his big, red co— Oh, fuck, Ash.”
His next thrust sent her core clenching up, and it was his turn to moan. “You feel so good. So damned tight, you’re squeezing me like a fist.”
“More, baby. I want more.”
― Aurora Ascher, My Funny Demon Valentine