As a man, not a demon

Every instinct in my blood demanded I finish her.

Every instinct, except that one. The instinct to fight or break, but never run.

I ignored it once, and was left lost and exiled.

This, bowing to desire, felt like running.

I broke the connection and pulled free from her warm cunt, spraying pitch black cum across her face and torso. I fell back, panting and slick with sweat, and looked at my hands. My skin wasn't ashen, and the emaciated look had lessened. I was still hungry but I felt much better, despite the remaining horns and dark lines on my skin.

I looked up at the goblin, blank-faced and mesmerized by my cum, and drew out a shaky breath. She was alive, I had pulled away in time. Despite that, I still wanted her; the demon still hungered. I took a deep breath and gathered the demon together and stuck him in a box. I groaned, the effort bringing pain, and felt my horns retract and my muscles tense.

"No, I'm done here." I bit my lip, tasted blood. "This is enough."

"Remarkable." The Exciser came up behind me, looking down at the goblin with disgust. "Truly, you have potential. An Exciser must always be in control; we are too strong, and our abilities are often too dangerous to drown in. A slip of control could kill someone, or worse."

"Worse?" I shook my head. "I've faced ****, it was pretty fucking horrible."

"You have power." She shrugged. "You would not understand."

I snorted and looked at the goblin, who was starting to come out of the trance. There was many things I didn't understand, but the condescension was bloody vexing.

A flash of silver passed before my eyes and blood spattered my face. The goblin girl rolled over, leaving her legs where they were. Coils of entrails shone in the firelight and bile rose in my throat. I retched and turned, vomit spilling in the dirt.

It had been so sudden, so unexpected, and so wrong.

My eyes swung and met the Exciser's, shining amber and glowing red, and I felt rage roil and scream.

The knife was still next to me.