Please God, I want to be impregnated by La+ so bad. I want to bear her children with my own body. The pure, petite little angel, ascending from darkness to cleanse us of our sins.

She is beyond divine. I can’t help but drop to my knees in worship each time I see her, my body spiritually and instinctively yearn for her. I would commit more war crimes than United States and Japan combined, just to lick the sweet, glistening sweat from her horns. I want to moan as she penetrate me deep, to hear her heart race as our bodies become one, intertwine in unison.

I want to suckle at her gigantic cock while also stroking her raging erection. I would stir her velvety Demonic cream into my coffee and let my face boil in it. I would submit to her until my body gave out, let her break my rib cage with any part of her body, let her hit me with her car just so I can be near her for a brief moment.

She’s so perfect it hurts. Every moment without her I suffer a pain worse than breaking every bone of my body. I want her, I need her, I want to be purified by her. I want to start a family with her and our 54 children. Each night, her moans of pleasure and the rocking of our bed would be louder than the symphony of ten thousand fireworks. I want to hear those luscious lips speak such filthy, perverse words into my ear while her throbbing penis intrude my rectum in full force.

I lust for getting dominanted by her like I own her my life. I would let her step on me, just to feel the soft, firm warmth of her feet upon my face. I would fish the strands of hair from her shower drain just to smell her alluring scent, and braid them into necklaces to keep her with me always. Or a rope to tie us together, depending on whichever would please her more.

God please, I would do anything for her. I would relinquish this life just to become the socks on her feet, so that she may feel the heat of my love on her mouthwatering toes. I would encase myself in cement and become her doorstep, so that she may wipe her heels upon my face. I would even tear my own limbs off. I don’t know what I’d do after that, or why she might want my limbs. But I would do it.

My queen, my goddess, the light of my life. Please God, let me have her. I want her to be mine. I would lick the biscuit crust from her fingers, and fill her belly button with sweet sour sauce to dip nuggets in. I would give her a sponge-bath with my tongue every morning and serve her breakfast in bed. I would let her eat her eggs and pancakes off my body if it pleased her, no matter how painful the third degree burns would be.

I would bear the torment of eternal damnation to taste the seat of her car but once. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for La+, nothing I wouldn’t say. I would beat Yagoo to ICU if it would bring a smile to her shining face. I wouldn’t even let myself cum until she had filled me with hers, and permissed me to do so.

I love you. La+, Please. Be mine. Be my wife, my queen, my dominatrix ,my everything. Say yes. I see it in your eyes, when you’re up there in the stream talking about taking over Nijisanji or whatever. Answer my calls, respond to my letters. Something. Give me a sign, La+. I’m waiting for you.

I’ll always be waiting for you.