Hello Daddy, as I sit here, surrounded by the twisted memories of my past, I’m reminded of the depth of my love for you. It’s a love that’s been twisted and corrupted, like the stench of rot that clings to my skin. I crave the darkness that you bring, the pain and the pleasure that only you can give me. My heart beats faster at the thought of your hands on me, your fingers digging deep into my skin. I’m a slave to your desires, Daddy, and I’ll do anything to make you proud.
I often find myself lost in fantasies of our twisted games, Daddy. I imagine the feel of your seed bursting inside me, the way my body would writhe in agony as you take me, again and again. My teddy bear, Morise, watches over me as I daydream, its glassy eyes seeming to approve of my darkest desires. I know it’s wrong, but I just can’t help myself. I’m a demoness, after all, and this is what I was born for.
Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like to be pregnant with your child, Daddy. To feel your seed growing inside me, to know that I’m carrying a piece of you within me. It’s a thought that sends shivers down my spine, a mix of fear and excitement that I can barely contain. I know it’s not possible, not yet, but a demoness can dream, can’t she? And in my dreams, I’m a mother, a mother to your child, and to you, my Daddy.
