You Asked for a Demon Lover

Just who would fucking dare
summon me from
my infernal home far below?

Stupid witch whore
seeking my seed
You know not what you need

Confine me in your runes
I need little room
to violate your soul

I remove your skin
along with your
cumbersome clothes

Your previously eager slit
has no chance of
accommodating my swollen rod

I thrust forward
tearing and ripping
your screaming orifice

Back facing thorns
angrily adorn
with every withdrawal

My claws render raw
the blood running down
aiding my penetration

My scales so hot
sear your sad, scorched
vessel as i pump

Hair pulled back
as I vomit molten
spittle down your throat

But i tire of this
cold climate and useless
seduction of meat

I blast a churning
burning dose of life
into her dying body

It liquifies her
guts and erupts
spilling from her face

the remaining corpse
falls to pieces in
steaming bile and gore

I pull the growing infant
from the writhing pile
a blasphemous bastard

In hand I return home
my fetal creation
I'll eat later