Demon Whore

Long blonde hair and crystal blue eyes
did not match her devilish sighs.
The demon whore wanted nothing more
than to control all of her slaves.
All of the slaves for which she fucked,
sucked, and tortured so much.

Did she enjoy the nights of the pounding,
when her eyes would tear up,
and her mouth would water with pleasure?

Did she enjoy it when the men would
pound her cunt so hard that she
couldn't feel her ass afterwards?

Did she enjoy every moment of sexual pleasure
that the women would give to her
before she chopped them to bits, and ate their tits?

Her screams of painful pleasure and
her cries of wanting more of it
would tell the men she did, oh fuck, yes!

Her juice gushing cunt, dripping in desire,
would tell the women that she did,
even in times she played them, cunts on fire.

All she really wanted in her lifetime
was the chance to eat them,
devouring each piece of delicious flesh.

What she really needed was the time
to fuck them senseless,
and make their souls her own.

Angels and demons cried in agony
at the sounds of lust she made,
because when she made them, oh!
the entire world would quake!

When she fucked a dick or sucked a clit
the feelings she got were merely pleasure,
because only when she would fuck them dead
did she feel whole, as though everything
was as it should be, no matter the consequence.

The demon whore wanted more than she could handle...
so, one night, she invited as many victims as she could...
and when they arrived, she would show them the time of their lives,
before she would kill them, eat them, and bury their bones in the backyard.