The more she kisses me, the more I get lost in her kisses, unable to think or notice anything else. I cry in pain when her clawed fingers pierce my flesh, but even then it only inspires me to kiss back with greater fervor.
When her hand plunges deeper, and she grips my insides, and she pulls a bloody mess of organs out, tears flow down my cheeks. Still her kisses keep me enthralled. The scraping is agony, yet her touch is ecstasy. I whimper and suck at her sweet tongue.
She hollows me out while I cry in pain. Blood seeps from the opening in my belly until there no blood remains in me. She nibbles my lip, and by her power I remain awake and oh so alive as long has her lust for me lasts. My lips and tongue caress hers, and I drink deeply of her.
I kiss her like my life depends on it, knowing that when she tires of me and withdraws her power, this pleasure will end. I feel no regrets, but this could go on for eternity, and it would still not be enough.
But eventually, she pulls away. And I allow myself to drift.
Gripping my jaw with her bloody claw, my demonic love forbids me to die still. No, her inky eyes peer into mine, fixing my soul in place, until viscous night pours from them onto my face. Sludge creeps into my mouth, nose, eyes, ears, and I scream the scream of the truly damned.
And then it is done. I am so much less than human and so much more than meat. I am animated by liquid sin, and the Mistress I serve is not finished using me for her pleasure. Not for eternity will she be done hearing my screaming, nor will I be done tasting her lips.