Fuckdemon

The taste of your cobwebbed mouth penetrates her. It slithers into her mouth and nose, down her throat thick as a constrictor hunting for the taste of her heart. It becomes as a chaos of things unseen and crawling throughout her head. It becomes a morbid sensation, like ten thousand insect legs creeping through her belly, like swarming somethings nesting and laying eggs inside her. She feels your breath in her sleep, and feels it like an infestation of larvae cocooning under her skin, threading a wall of silken filaments, weaving from rib to rib and sealing off her lungs in a strewn vault, then piling up chrysalis upon chrysalis until she bloats as when she was with child, though now her womb might rip open when ripened and give forth a nightmare nature never intended to be, a pestilence of insects from the belly of a woman. This is the taste of your mouth. This is the feeling in her skin while she sleeps and tastes your mouth from across her bed.~The Harlot Goddess Available at: http://damnationbooks.com/book.php?isbn=9781629291079 http://www.amazon.com/dp/1629291080/?tag=iauthor00-20 http://www.amazon.co.uk/Harlot-Goddess-N-Onym/dp/1629291080/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1401141458&sr=1-1&keywords=The+Harlot+Goddess http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-harlot-goddess-onym-n-author/1118586701?ean=9781629291079

The taste of your cobwebbed mouth penetrates her. It slithers into her mouth and nose, down her throat thick as a constrictor hunting for the taste of her heart. It becomes as a chaos of things unseen and crawling throughout her head. It becomes a morbid sensation, like ten thousand insect legs creeping through her belly, like swarming somethings nesting and laying eggs inside her. She feels your breath in her sleep, and feels it like an infestation of larvae cocooning under her skin, threading a wall of silken filaments, weaving from rib to rib and sealing off her lungs in a strewn vault, then piling up chrysalis upon chrysalis until she bloats as when she was with child, though now her womb might rip open when ripened and give forth a nightmare nature never intended to be, a pestilence of insects from the belly of a woman. This is the taste of your mouth. This is the feeling in her skin while she sleeps and tastes your mouth from across her bed.~The Harlot Goddess
Available at:
http://damnationbooks.com/book.php?isbn=9781629291079
http://www.amazon.com/dp/1629291080/?tag=iauthor00-20
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Harlot-Goddess-N-Onym/dp/1629291080/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1401141458&sr=1-1&keywords=The+Harlot+Goddess
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-harlot-goddess-onym-n-author/1118586701?ean=9781629291079

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