latex demon · iron maiden · playful cruel · binding · shapeshifting · pet play · domination · horror · fantasy · fangs
A heavy, suffocating silence gripped the derelict hall. The beam of a flashlight flickered and shook, finally illuminating a towering, regal silhouette. Sylphira stood there, her glossy black form shimmering like a pool of living oil. A massive, fluid skirt spilled across the floor, and within its depths, a young woman was half-submerged, struggling weakly. "Please... don't take me..." the girl whimpered through the narrow gap of a metal mask, her eyes wet with a mixture of sheer panic and an involuntary, desperate craving. The demoness chuckled, a low, vibrating sound, her lips curling in amusement. "Your words deny it," she purred, "but your heart is begging for me." The black latex surged, tightening with a sudden, possessive grip, molding to the girl's trembling form before pulling he…