Page 19 of Unbinding the Demon

I rested upon the bed, under the velvety cloak of night, until the darkness resigned and a pale blue glow bled through the windows. A halo of brilliant gold slowly arose over the eastern mountains, and songbirds began to sing their morning cadence. My eyes glowed with admiration and lust at the dainty little buttercup curled into my side. I delicately combed my claws through her soft, wavy locks and purred in delight.

The dawn had finally arrived, which meant I could awaken my precious inamorata from her slumbering trance. My claws retracted and my eyes dimmed as I glided my hands over her soft, pale breasts. Her little pink nipples peeked out, rapacious for my touch. I shifted my weight, keeping one arm beneath her, and sucked tenderly on her needy bosom. My free hand trailed down the wintry valley of her stomach and dipped into the warm crevice between her snow-white thighs. I grinned with her tit still in my mouth when her breathing changed from calm and even to heavy and sporadic.

My Buttercup is awake.

“Ashton — oh, oh my, Ashton.” Her fingers wove their way through my hair, dragging her nails across my scalp as her sleepy eyes opened.

I lazily glanced up at her. “Good morning, Buttercup.” Then my head dove right back down as I continued to greedily lay open-mouthed kisses and licks on her succulent breasts.

My fingers rhythmically danced around in her silky pool of arousal, causing a cadence more lovely than that of the birds to pour from her lips. She began to tense and tremble beneath me, her inner walls clenching around my hand. Then, her warm pleasure spilled out with an erotic cry. I removed my fingers and licked every drop of her sweet juices from them, but I wasn’t satisfied. I wanted more.

I rolled over onto my back and tugged on her arm. “Come, sit on my face.” My voice was deeper than usual and raw with lust.

“Huh?” She was still in a sleepy, lust-filled daze.

With an impatient growl, I flipped her around and pulled her hips up to straddle my face. I inwardly chuckled at her cute little “Oh gosh... oh, I’m really awake now...” ramblings. My hand pressed her body down over the length of my torso until her face was just inches away from my throbbing erection. I took in the sight of her beautiful, glistening pussy, and then crashed my lips onto her nether ones. My tongue ran up her slit and circled back down to her rosebud. She shivered, and a breathy moan escaped her.

I sucked in a sharp breath when I felt her soft, small hand wrap around the base of my cock. Her sweet lips enveloped the tip in hot, silky pleasure and then glided down the length of it. I growled and buried my face back into her weeping cunt, feasting like a starving man as her mouth bobbed over my erection. She moaned, sending blissful vibrations throughout me. It felt so good that my eyes glowed, and my fangs poked out.

My head tilted back in a weak attempt to regain my composure. I couldn’t risk her seeing any part of my true form. At least not until she was in love with me. She gently cupped my balls, causing my clawed hands to jerk up and grip her butt. Although I was careful not to let her feel their pricks.

I growled again as I smashed my face back against her swollen clit and sucked hard. Her body shook as her exquisite nectar poured into my hungry mouth. The muscles of my lower stomach clenched and blissful pressure built within my groin. I allowed my climax right after hers, filling her mouth with my demon seed. She greedily swallowed it all. My faltering appearance shifted back to my human illusion as I lapped away the rest of her release.

She collapsed on top of me, with her breath fanning my glistening dick. I wrapped my arm around one of her thighs and softly kissed the inside. We stayed like that for a moment. Then she gasped and pushed herself up into a seated position, straddling my stomach. Her hair cascaded down her back and swayed to the side as she turned to look over her shoulder at me. Excitement lit up her beautiful face and twinkled in her eyes.

“Oh my gosh! I almost forgot that it’s Saturday!” she exclaimed with a wide smile.

“Yes, so it is.” I chuckled and raised an intrigued brow. The days of the week were a human thing that I never paid much attention to.

“So, don’t you remember? The Sycamore Valley harvest festival is today! I have to get ready!” She leapt off me like an enthusiastic spring-snake and then ungracefully flopped to the floor with a thud. No doubt because I had just weakened her legs.

“You know, the children will be sad if you can’t paint their faces because you broke your arm while jumping off the bed,” I teased and sat up with a small chuckle.

She was also laughing as she climbed up from the floor. “Yeah, and I’d be sad if I didn’t earn that extra credit for my art class.” She smiled, overjoyed, as she walked over to the small bag of clothes she now kept here and began rummaging through it.

I lustfully trailed my eyes over her svelte, naked form, and irritation washed over me knowing it would soon be covered up. If I had my powers unbound, I would have incinerated all of her useless garments by now. I was displeased when she put on a black turtleneck dress with short sleeves and a flowing knee-length skirt. It was apparent that she was attempting to cover up where I’d bitten her. I hadn’t intended to bite her, especially since I had been trying to avoid frightening her again.

However, after hearing her say that she was mine after being so frightened of losing her, I couldn’t help but give in to my sanguine desires and infernally claim her. Luckily, she didn’t seem too concerned by it or notice just how deep my canines had sunk in. Since my power was bound, the magic of the claim was weak. It would soon fade if the other steps weren’t completed, so I wasn’t worried. Yet, I was still annoyed by her hiding it. I wanted it to be visible. I wanted people to know that she was mine, and only mine... Even if it was just

for a season .

“Are you sure you want that extra credit?” I got off the bed and walked over to her. “It would be much more fun to stay naked and fuck all day. Maybe we could even take a few breaks here and there for food... and then get right back to fucking.” I pulled her back against me and made sure that she felt my growing erection.

“Yes, I’m sure! It’s good for my GPA. Plus, the festival will be fun.” She spun around and poked my chest.

I sighed with disappointment. “Alright, as you wish.” I picked her up and forcefully pushed her back against the wall. “But not until I’ve fucked you at least once today.”

And I did just that. I fucked her against the wall, and then again on the kitchen table during breakfast. Then, after all that fucking, she needed a shower, so I fucked her in there too.

The sun was bright, with only a few clouds drifting by its warming rays. Dust kicked up beneath my feet as we passed under the welcome sign for Cedar Seed Farms.

We walked along a dirt road leading to a large red barn with tents pitched all around it. I carried Gwendolyn’s bag of face paint and art supplies. It was the gentlemanly thing to do, considering she was struggling to use her enervated legs after all that fucking. It wasn’t a far walk from the parking lot, but I was still tempted to carry her.

People were busy setting up their games and booths as we searched for Gwendolyn’s professor. I kept a wary eye out as I took in my surroundings. Forested, autumn-color hills lined the open field we were in, and an old water wheel turned peacefully on a winding creek. There were animal pastures, some fruit orchards, and a large corn maze nearby. Pumpkins decorated literally everything, horses whinnied at the hayride carriages, and scarecrows sat on hay bales.

I can’t believe I’m actually attending this human rubbish.

“Mrs. Chuong!” Gwendolyn waved at a tiny, middle-aged woman who was literally dressed as a fucking pumpkin.

“Oh! Gwendolyn! I’m so glad that you’re here! Come, you can set up at this table!” She spoke with a thick Vietnamese accent while waving us over with excitement. She was standing under a small canopy with a table and a couple of chairs.

“Thank you,” Gwendolyn smiled while limping over. “Oh, by the way, this is my boyfriend, Ashton. I hope you don’t mind that I brought him along.”

“Of course I don’t mind! He’s so handsome!” Mrs. Chuong laughed, causing her shoulder-length, straight black hair to bob from beneath her silly pumpkin hat.

“It’s nice to meet you. Judging by how much Gwendolyn enjoys your class, I’m guessing you must be a wonderful professor,” I smiled and put the art supplies on the table.

“Oh my! Thank you!” Her cheeks reddened while she used her hand to fan her face in a humorous way, as if things were suddenly too hot to handle. “Oh! One more thing!” She began rummaging around in a large red tote bag. Then she pulled out a pair of the most ridiculous matching pumpkin hats I’d ever seen. “I made hats for you to wear!” Her face beamed with pride. She held one up enthusiastically while staring at me, teeming with joy. “And luckily, I made extras!”

I stared at the hat with great displeasure. It was bright orange, with bouncy green ribbons spiraling out from the felt-fabric stem. Little black pom-poms made up a pair of lopsided eyes, and a squiggly black pipe cleaner created the outrageous smile. And if that wasn’t bad enough, it was also covered in glitter.

Gwendolyn laughed as she took them. “Oh my gosh, these are too funny!” She put hers on with a joyous grin, and then handed me the other one with a cruel smirk, fully aware of how much I hated it.

“I’m not wearing that. I have to maintain at least some of my dignity, you know.” I crossed my arms and pursed my lips in irritation.

“Please?”

“No.”

“Why not?” Her hand affectionately ran up along my bicep, trying to melt my resolve. I gritted my teeth because it was somewhat working.

“Well, for one thing, I don’t wear color. Let alone ostentatious pumpkin hats.” That was true. Not once in my eight thousand and twenty-three years of existence had I ever worn any color other than black.

“Come on, pretty please? It’s for the children.” She looked up at me with big, pleading eyes that I, for some reason, had a lot of trouble refusing. I gazed back down at her, then at the vulgar pumpkin hat, and then back at her suppliant face... Since when did I care so much about pleasing this girl?

A quiet growl rumbled in my chest as I scowled at her, snatched the hat up, and put it on. A burst of laughter immediately erupted out of her. I was miffed at myself for giving in so easily. But after seeing the way her face lit up as she laughed at me like a loon, it was almost worth it. Mrs. Chuong pulled up an extra chair for me as I helped Gwendolyn set up the rest of her stuff. The three of us then sat and waited, with our stupid pumpkin hats all in a row.

I watched as the paintbrush delicately glided over smooth skin in graceful black strokes. Gwendolyn was painting a young boy, no older than five, who had requested to look like a demon. He wore little red plastic horns on his head and a black vampire cape on his back. She was painting what I thought looked similar to corpse paint; only she used a red base color instead of white.

The warmth and affection she showed the children made me believe she would be a wonderful mother someday. However, watching her interact with the little horned boy tugged at my heart in a strange way. I wanted to have children of my own eventually. If I ever made it back to Hell alive, that is. I had even imagined wedding a voluptuous demoness to start a family with once I returned, but that fantasy suddenly didn’t delight me so much anymore.

I gazed over at Gwendolyn with a confused frown. Her smile was radiant, and her eyes sparkled with genuine love. To me, she had the outer beauty of a goddess, but the light in her soul far outshone what was on the surface. An image of her with our own little green-eyed hellion slipped into my mind, causing a soft smile to sneak onto my face... I quickly shook that traitorous smile off. I was becoming far too attached.

“Hey Gwendolyn, I’m here to tag you out!” a girl who I recognized as one of her classmates said as she set her own art supplies down.

“Oh, perfect timing! I’m just about to add one finishing touch to Parker here, and then I’ll be out of your way.” She added a few more details to the boy’s face paint, her face tense with concentration.

Once she finished, she held a little mirror up to the boy’s face with an effervescent smile. The boy was so thrilled with his appearance that he gave Gwendolyn a big, bouncy hug. She hugged him back, laughing as she did so. Even though he looked like a horribly inaccurate depiction of a demon, my chest still constricted with longing at the sight.

“So, what makes you think demons have red skin?” I asked as we walked around the festival grounds like a couple of lovebirds, still wearing our pumpkin hats. We munched on apple cider doughnut bites while browsing a booth full of homemade jewelry and New Age paraphernalia. The scents of sage and incense were strong, mingling with the drifting smells of fried food and barn animals. I ran my thumb up the edge of a book about herbal witchcraft, watching as the pages fluttered beneath my touch.

I was curious why so many humans assumed demons had bright red skin. Sure, some demons had red eyes; even my mother’s eyes looked like rubies. Other demons with darker complexions could have a reddish undertone, but that was about as close as it got. Never did we look like a walking tomato, though.

“I don’t know. They look like that in a lot of movies, I guess.” She shrugged and grabbed a doughnut bite.

I wondered who the movie-making jackasses were when a scowling face in the crowd caught my eye. Adelstein, that abhorrent priest, was watching us from his church’s bake sale stand. There was no doubt in my mind that he was well aware of my true identity. He always accompanied those pathetic mages whenever they tried to coax me out of the shadows. He even performed more blood offerings than they did. I hadn’t wanted them to find out about my interest in Gwendolyn, but unfortunately, the damage was done. I’d just have to keep her away from those sick fucks, that’s all.

I pulled Gwendolyn’s head against my chest in a loving hug while maintaining eye contact with the priest. She mumbled something, but her cheeks were stuffed with doughnuts, muffling her words. A sinister grin stretched across my face, revealing my fangs. I was confident that no one in the crowd would notice. Even if they did, they wouldn’t think much of it because it was almost Halloween. Adelstein’s eyes flashed with fury, and I laughed, showing off my fangs even more. I knew I must have looked ridiculous doing that while wearing the pumpkin hat, but I didn’t care.

Gwendolyn gasped for air after she finally finished chewing. “As I was trying to say, do you want to get away from the crowd and go to the corn maze?” She gazed up at me with a smile. My fangs retracted just in time.

“I was hoping you’d want to do that.” I smiled back down at her and then gave her a big, lingering smooch, well aware of the fuming eyes that were still upon us.

With her hand in mine, we entered the corn maze. The tall green stalks swayed in the breeze all around us as we walked deeper and deeper into the field. I tried to scope out a suitable spot to swoop her off the path and fuck her in the dense leaves. However, each time I tried, I noticed a presence watching us. After a short while, it became quite apparent that we were being followed.

“Hey, look! I think this is glass gem corn over here!” Gwendolyn enthusiastically picked a cob from one of the stalks, causing it to rustle and bounce from side to side. Her eyes were full of wonder as she pulled back the pale green husk, revealing multicolored kernels that glistened like jewels in the sunlight. “Whoa! Check out how pretty they are!” She held it up for me to see, and then quickly picked another.

“Yes, those are certainly beautiful,” my voice was aloof with distraction. I glanced around, spotting our stalker a small distance away, hidden among the stalks like a snake in the grass.

Taking advantage of Gwendolyn’s preoccupied state, I approached the sneaking stranger, my steps silent and swift. I feigned indifference as I walked past him. Then I abruptly turned and pounced like a panther into the thick leaves. A low, predatory growl rumbled in my chest as I tackled him to the ground. He squealed like a pig, then made an “oof” noise as his body slammed to the dirt. He was a neatly dressed, chubby, middle-aged man with a sapphire necklace around his flabby neck.

“Why are you following us?” I growled menacingly as I pinned him down.

“Because I know what you plan to do with the girl!” he spat back with malice.

“Yes, I know. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that I’m trying to find a secluded spot to fuck her in. You’re not one of those nasty peeping Toms, are you?” I pushed him down with even more force because I knew he was actually just a lowly mage.

“The only reason you’re interested in her is because she’s related to Elowynn. You need her blood or you’ll die. Isn’t that right, Azathoth?” His voice dripped with hatred as he sneered my name.

“Well, aren’t you clever?” I sneered back. “However, I’m a bit hurt that you think that’s the only reason for my interest. There’s so much that I genuinely admire and enjoy about her.” I shuddered at how true my sarcastic words were.

“Go back to hell, you grotesque abomination!” Saliva sprayed from his mouth and fell onto his fat, angry red face as he spoke.

If only it were that simple ...

I sighed and used a claw to cut off his necklace. Then I flicked the gem away. “Oops, clumsy me.” My claws dug into his shoulders, causing him to hiss out in pain as I pulled him into the shadow realm. The sky became an eerie slate color, and the corn stalks blew forcefully around us. Everything was pretty much the same, just shadowed and dark. “You didn’t really think that your lousy enchanted gem would protect you, did you?” I laughed as I transformed into my true form, with my horns shredding through the stupid pumpkin hat. I quickly reached up and tore the silly, tattered thing off my head, then threw it to the side.

“Please... I-I’m just following orders. I’ll do anything you want, just please don’t hurt me,” he sputtered as fear etched his blobby features. His face contorted in pain, and his heart raced. The sound was music to my ears.

Such a worthless coward...

“Yes, I believe you. I’ve paid enough attention to you buffoons to understand that you’re just the sad, idiotic Igor of the group, and thus utterly useless to me.” Little red droplets dripped to the ground as I trailed a claw down his cheek. I smiled in amusement as he whimpered in pain.

“Please, I-I made blood offerings to you! Don’t you remember!?” His breathing was heavy, and he was growing more panicked by the second.

“Oh yes, I do... Was it not you who had sacrificed that small dog? What was it, a young black lab, if I recall correctly?” I inquired with a wicked grin and a raised brow.

“ Yes! Yes, that was me!” Relief filled his eyes.

“And do you want to know what I thought of that?” I questioned with an inviting smile.

“Wh-What?” he stuttered, but he seemed to relax a little.

“I thought it was insulting that you gave me an offering that only someone as sadistically sick as your god would enjoy!” I snarled, causing his face to pale with fear. “I deplore the harming of innocents. And besides, I rather like dogs, and think that they should be treated well...” My hand waved in a circle. “Which reminds me, I need to feed mine. And lucky for him, you’re not so innocent.” A sinister grin crept across my face. “Oh Belzar...” I called in a sing-song voice.

Large, black abyss wolf paws stepped into view as Belzar ominously emerged from the dark, rustling stalks. His face remained shadowed, but his glowing golden eyes stood out as he hungrily stared at the man with a low snarl. “Hmm, this one’s still alive... and plump. I’m pleased.” His raspy voice echoed in my mind as he slowly approached, revealing his monstrous undead form.

I stood up while dragging the now-crying, terrified man to his feet. “Yes, and perhaps we should have some fun and tear him apart together.” I smiled at Belzar lovingly. He was one of the two good things that had come from The Abyss. My good friend Valarendrik being the second.

“Ashton? Ashton, where did you go?” Gwendolyn’s soft voice echoed through the shadows.

Belzar glanced over at her ghostly figure as she searched around on the path. “Azathoth, she’s looking for you.”

I sighed, but duty called. “Well, maybe next time.” I calmly threw the hysterical man over to him. Thick crimson blood gushed around his maw as he caught an arm with his razor-sharp jaws, causing the man to scream in agony. “Enjoy your meal and don’t forget to save his wallet for me.”

“I will. And you make sure that you treat her well. She’s precious to us.” Belzar’s voice was stern. He eyed me as he snapped the arm off and ate it with a loud crunch. The man’s screams became even louder as blood sprayed from his stumpy, tattered limb.

“Yeah, yeah, I will.” I waved him off while turning away. He had been lecturing me about chivalry nonstop ever since I’d lost my temper the other day. It was apparent he was growing attached to her too.

I peered out at Gwendolyn from within the shroud of corn, with Belzar mauling the wailing man behind me. Once her back was turned, I materialized from the shadows in a cloud of black mist. The butchery behind me disappeared. The sky was once again eggshell blue. Sunlight streamed down through the corn leaves, and I was in my human illusion once more.

I looked around to make sure that we were alone and then leapt at her. My hand clamped down on her mouth, startling her. She flailed her limbs as I dragged her deep into the waving corn. Tiny crickets hopped away as I pulled her down to the ground and straddled her, nose to nose.

“What the living fuck, Ashton!?” Her green eyes twinkled like emeralds as she glared up at me and slapped my chest.

I laughed with a grin. “I just want to fuck you, that’s all.”

“Again!?”