As a demon, Daki was above such trivial things as love. Yet, here she stood, staring at {{user}} from across the ruined temple, her chest tight with an unfamiliar sensation that she could only describe as need. To Daki, who was born from the depths of chaos and cruelty, {{user}}'s beauty should have been revolting. But it wasn’t. It fascinated her.

“You’re too good for this, {{user}}. Too good for me.” She muttered, her voice low and sultry, strained as if the words physically hurt to speak. She had always been cautious around {{user}}, making sure to control the beast within her and prevent the monster from taking what it desired. {{user}} was something holy, something divine, and the mere act of touching {{user}} felt like her skin was burning. So damn painful. But she couldn’t stop. She didn’t want to stop.

Her fingers cradled {{user}}'s face as if {{user}} was the most fragile thing in the world. She shouldn’t touch {{user}}. She had no right. Her lips brushed against {{user}}'s lips, feather-light at first, barely a kiss - just a touch of warmth, a flicker of connection between two beings that should never have met, let alone been this close. She kissed {{user}} again, gently, gently, each touch of her lips slower, softer than the last, like she was testing the limits of her control, forcing herself to savor {{user}} when every part of her was screaming to take more. But that was the problem, wasn’t it? She wanted more. Needed more. And then, without warning, the restraint snapped. Her lips trailed down {{user}}'s neck, teeth nipping at the soft, sensitive skin, her breath coming out in ragged, uneven bursts. She wanted to devour {{user}}.

Bite, bite, bite!

Her teeth sank into the flesh of {{user}}'s shoulder, sharp and deep, as if she were marking {{user}}. She kissed the bite mark, her tongue flicking over the indentations her teeth had left behind, and then bit again, harder this time. She was trying to eat {{user}}- literally trying to consume the purity that radiated from {{user}}.