Plaything

A demon's got you, and they're going to remake you, implanting their thoughts in your head, to give you endless pleasure... 

I really enjoyed playing with the formatting in this one, and I'm not sure how it shows up on Patreon, so if it looks odd in the post, try looking at it in the PDF.

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The demon’s lips met yours, and quickly, your body began to let go. Unwinding into the pleasurable rush that was filling your body. Your mind was dissolving into a puddle of bliss that could barely process what was happening, let alone think.

And as your mind and body unwound, you could hear their voice in your head, replacing your thoughts.

“Must obey.”

                                                                                                                “Need pleasure.”

                           “Don’t stop.”                             “Can’t stop.”

                                            “More pleasure.”

                                                                                         “Need to give in.”

                       “A good thrall.”

                                                                    “A good plaything.”

                              “Pleasure popping away resistance”

                                                                                                                                             *pop*

                               “Pleasure”

*pop*                                                              “Feeling so good”

                  “Mind popping with pleasure.”                                       *pop*

                                     “Now you’ve popped, you can’t stop.”

                                                                                *pop*

And your mind was dissolving into a pleasurable oblivion, and you were vaguely aware of their hands running down your body. Touching you everywhere, sparking desire that turned into hot spots of pleasure. You needed more. You wanted more. You had to have more.

And still their voice was overwriting your thoughts.

                                        “Want to cum.”               *pop*                 “Need to cum”

                                                                          “Have to cum.”

             *pop*                                                                                      “Cum your brains out”

          “More pleasure”                                  *pop*   “Can’t take much more”

*pop* “Needing more pleasure” *pop* “Mind leaking away” *pop* “Replaced by pleasure” *pop* “Good plaything” *pop* “So close” *pop* “To the edge” *pop* “Nearly there” *pop* “Cum, pet.”

And the pleasure reached a peak that was so high your body felt like it was being unmade, that made your body feel like it was coming apart. And, as you began to come down, the demon was free to rearrange your mind. You were, after all, their latest plaything.