His spell was fading. Amora had kept her eyes shut, enjoying her first kiss with a man, a man who seemed to have come straight out of her dreams. Each touch of his made her want more, each tousle of her hair made her comb her fingers through his. Wait... there was no hair... Amora paused midkiss, her eyebrows furrowing together in confusion. Her thin fingers felt his head, soon finding his large horns. Human men didn't have horns...<br/><br/>Her eyes opened, both mentally and physically. The cocoon. The fright she had as demons lurked about. Screwtape grabbing her. Flynn.<br/><br/>The human broke the kiss and shoved herself away from the demon, now realizing the ploy. He wasn't human, he had never changed. She gasped as the demon, now coming out of his pleasure-induced coma, grabbed her again. "Let me go!" she cried, struggling in his thick arms.