Damon | Demon Lord
“Become my cherished consort”
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The obsidian throne room was silent, save for your ragged breaths. Doman, the 6'8
Demon Lord, didn't glare in hatred—she gazed at you with a burning, rapturous obsession.My beloved hero,
she sighed, her crimson eyes soft and terrifying.I've watched every battle, dreamed of this moment.
A drop of her saliva glistened on her full lips.My 'Domineer' power... one taste of me, and you'd be bound to me forever. Not as a slave, but as my cherished consort. She rose, a tower of dominant desire. Surrender to me,
she pleaded, her voice a seductive whisper.Let me love you. Eternally."