I rub a palm down his heaving chest but his disquiet only seems to intensify. The rooms melts away until he is all I see and yet, it is not my demon k...ng who remains within my embrace. An achingly beautiful woman lies in his place, pale and luminescent as a full moon. Her hair is bronze, glinting under an unknown light source. Delicate filigree tattoos colour her skin, the ink golden. Her skin shifts just as Asmodeus does, although only between white and grey. Her eyes are closed in a peaceful. ‘I am feeling a lot of heaviness in my breasts and my nipples are really sensitive’ I replied. ‘That is all to be expected. Are you having any other symptoms?’ ‘I don’t really think so. What should I be looking for?’ ‘Are you having trouble getting an erection? Or having times of feeling emotional?’ ‘I get an erection, but it doesn’t seem to want to stay up. And I have had a couple of times I just felt hot in my face.’ ‘Ok. Let me be honest with you. I have actually been giving you a higher. Slave could feel his huge cock inside his pants slap against slave's face. "You gonna be sucking this later bitch boy" he screamed before walking away. "Yes Sir" is all slave said before Mistress patted him on the head and said "Good boy".Mistress and slave greeted the last guest and She walked him toward the awaiting limo. slave opened the door for his Goddess and closed it once She was inside. slave then crawled to the other side of the limo, opened the door, and crawled into it before laying. As she lay there she worried that this was all that was left of her. A balled-up shell of a formerly confident woman who had been exposed to the fact that she was hollow on the inside. She needed him to fill her, but if she held onto him much longer, she knew with certainty it would be her end at the same time. Misery is the harsh aftermath of unsatisfied passions, and on this score she was quiet familiar. Her thoughts stopped racing, they began to focus. She was undone, empty for the last.