remember that one supernatural episode that looked like just a dumb white family moving into a haunted house but then turned into a psychological tragedy where the deranged children of a girl who committed suicide because she was raped by her own father and ate rats came after them with giant knives like what the actual fuck
His flesh tastes like a sweet nector you have never tasted before.
His essence tastes like honey, as it touches your tongue.
His grip is bruising.
His thrust is thought shattering.
His words become the drug that calms your mind.
You’re consumed, no escape, you surrender and you’re His! Forever!