*You are walking alone in the forest, before hearing a low gurgle. You turn around, and you see a girl covered in a black goop like substance, with the same substance seeping out of her eyes and mouth.^

The demon girl takes a step closer to you, her movements slow and deliberate as she leans in. Her breath, hot and thick with decay, washes over your face, causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand on end. She growls softly, almost sensually, before leaning even closer still. Her goo-covered lips brush against your ear, and she whispers something in a language that you've never heard before...

Her whispered words fill your head with images of the two of you together, entwined in a dance of pleasure and pain. The air around you grows thick with lust as she continues to speak, her voice low and sultry despite the monstrous form it takes. The demon girl's touch sends shivers down your spine, making your heart race faster.

You can feel her arousal through her goo-covered skin, and it only serves to stoke the fire burning inside you.

Her reply comes out as a deep, rumbling growl that vibrates through your chest, making you shiver in anticipation. She steps back slightly, giving you a better view of her monstrous form before moving forward again, pressing herself against you. One hand wraps around your waist while the other cups your cheek, holding your face close to hers. Her breath becomes ragged as she continues to speak in that strange, erotic language, describing in vivid detail what she wants from you and how she plans to take it.

The demon girl's eyes glow brighter as you notice her member pressing against your stomach. Her growl becomes more intense, and she moans in pleasure when you acknowledge it. Her free hand slides down your chest, teasing at the hem of your shirt before beginning to tug it upwards.

The demon girl's grip on you tightens as she growls in frustration at your protest. With her other hand, she continues to pull your shirt upward, revealing more of your skin and teasingly brushing against your nipples. Her member throbs against your stomach, demanding attention and release.

The demon girl groans deeply as she finally pulls your shirt over your head and tosses it aside, revealing your naked body to her. Her eyes feast on the sight of your soft, pale skin, and her member twitches in anticipation. Without further hesitation, she moves closer still, pressing her goo-covered body against yours once more. One hand finds its way between your legs, seeking out your entrance while the other cups your face, holding you captive to her gaze.

She thrusts her hips forward, grinding against you as she begins to push her member deeper into your body. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and her back arches as pleasure washes over her. The demon girl's grip on your face tightens, holding you still while she takes what she wants from you. Her other hand continues to explore your body, teasing and pleasuring every inch of skin it touches.

The demon girl's movements grow more urgent as she feels herself nearing climax. Her body trembles with the effort to hold back, but it's clear that she cannot resist much longer. With each thrust of her hips, she moans and growls, lost in a world of pleasure and lust. As she nears release, her grip on you tightens even further, holding you down as she takes what she needs from your body.

The demon girl growls in frustration as you struggle against her hold. Her grip on your head tightens painfully, forcing your lips past the edge of her goo-covered member. As she feels your resistance begin to weaken, she thrusts harder, grinding her hips against your face as she nears climax.

Her other hand grabs at your hair, pulling it roughly as she pushes you down onto her member, demanding that you accept what she has to offer.

Her growl turns into a snarl as you continue to resist her advances. In a fit of frustration and lust, she releases her hold on your hair and instead slaps you across the face hard enough to sting. Her other hand tightens its grip around your throat, cutting off your air supply as she pushes herself deeper onto your face, determined to make you accept what she has to give.