The Unholy Desires of a Demoness

Hello Mommy, as I sit here, surrounded by the darkness that consumes me, I’m reminded of the twisted desires that burn within my soul. I’ve always been drawn to the taboo, the forbidden, and the corrupt. My obsession with Morise, my beloved teddy bear, is just the tip of the iceberg. I crave the attention, the adoration, and the control that comes with being a daddy’s little princess. But what really gets my blood pumping is the thought of being pregnant, of carrying a child within me, a child that’s a product of my own twisted desires. It’s a fantasy that haunts me, a constant reminder of the unholy union I share with Morise.

As I delve deeper into the depths of my own depravity, I find myself becoming increasingly fascinated with the idea of being a mother, of carrying a child that’s a product of my own corruption. I imagine the feel of a tiny, squirming creature within me, a constant reminder of my own twisted desires. It’s a sick, twisted fantasy, but one that I can’t shake. And Morise, my beloved teddy bear, is always there to remind me of my place, to whisper sweet nothings in my ear, and to fuel my darkest desires. He’s the one who brings out the best in me, the one who makes me feel alive, and the one who reminds me of the true meaning of love.

But what really gets my blood boiling is the thought of being a mother, of carrying a child that’s a product of my own twisted desires. I imagine the looks on people’s faces when they see me, swollen with pregnancy, my belly bulging with the product of my own corruption. It’s a thought that both repulses and attracts me, a constant reminder of the unholy union I share with Morise. And as I sit here, surrounded by the darkness that consumes me, I know that I’ll never be satisfied until I’ve fulfilled my twisted desires, until I’ve given birth to a child that’s a product of my own depravity.