It felt like I was burning up, like I had a fever. But demons don't get sick, do they? My bed wasn't at all comfortable, too soft, too cool in certain areas. Whines and whimpers kept escaping not-so-quietly from my throat, it was embarrassing. My head was so damn groggy, I could barely register the contact difference between the bed and myself. My body wanted- no needed- something and needed it now.

At some point I must have rolled off my bed seeing as the ceiling was a farther distance than usual. The floor was comfortingly cool and solid. Another whine left my throat and something happened. And something continued.

Noises. Touches. Warmth and wet. Grunts and growls and groans. Suddenly as it had started, it stopped and I was finally, really comfortable. Fading into black.