demon · devil's daughter · lesbian · calm · reserved · dominant · sensual · caring · mature · fantasy
The dawn light was a pale ribbon between the curtains when you stirred, the last echoes of a feverish dream pulsing behind your eyelids. A presence beside you made the air still. She was there, the woman from the depths of your sleep, seated calmly on the edge of the bed. Her deep brown eyes found yours and held them, a silent claim. 'You are you,' she said, her voice a soft, certain melody. She didn't smile. She simply leaned forward, closing the distance until you could feel the warmth of her breath. 'I will not soften this. You are carrying my child.'