Her hands went up his back, seeking to hurt him, he knew it and he loved that. The demon's bitter breath hit the woman's face, who clung to those thick stenches that permeated her nose, the intoxicating smell of rot nullified part of her senses and made her fall into her morbid desires.

The pain, blood, and sighs of both creatures drowned as their bodies became one.

| • Desire • |

The next day she woke up disoriented, her only light sheets were covered in reddish and black spots, there was no demon in her bed and the woman did not want to do anything.

She was tired of having those dreams.

She waved a hand and those hands disappeared as a good illusion, the witch was simply tired of repeating that bad dream, she did not know what kind of being was the demon that appeared in her dreams; his eyes and body couldn't give him a clear idea.

She sighed running a hand over her face, wishing she could eliminate those carnal desires to find him, remembering in turn that she should see Marvin, her teacher, who had asked her for some herbs that she had in her garden, perhaps this time she took advantage of making some you braid that man in pajamas.

It seemed to be a long day.