At first she rode him. His loneliness melted into pleasure instantly. He felt wanted again. He smiled and started to imagine this beautiful woman as his partner, and all the things they would do together.
Then he felt the pressure of her hands on his throat. She chanted softly to herself. First he felt confusion. Maybe she liked it rough. Reality then set in as he started to choke. Then he was dead.
Clara got off him and stood by the bed. She was excited. She didn’t have long to wait. The man’s body arched its back and inhaled loudly.
The face turned to look at her and she knew the demon was in him. His eyes were completely black and the odor of the darkness began to fill the room. The chest heaved as the demon relished the pleasure of breathing air, something it hadn’t done for hundreds of years.
Clara released the bindings, allowing the demon to sit up and look around. He smiled. She was instructed to acquire a strong body, and she hadn’t disappointed. He could feel the strong muscles covering solid bones. He breathed in the air and could smell the sickly scent of a world with too much light.
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