Page 20 of Unbinding the Demon

Thunderous rumbles and booming roars rolled throughout the valley. Flashes of crackling lightning penetrated the suffocating dark and spread across the swirling clouds like incandescent veins. Heavy rain pelted against the glass window panes of the little blue house. Candles of varying colors, shapes, and scents were lit all around the home since the power kept flickering.

William, Lacey, Amelia, and I were sitting on my bedroom floor around a small wooden ouija board. The mystifying thingamabob was decorated with burned engravings of thorns, skulls, and a pentagram in the middle. We were trying to kill some time before going to William’s sword swallowing performance at a special Halloween drag competition. Unfortunately, it was being held at Hell’s Hornbeam, the club I had been trying to avoid.

I attempted to straighten out my big floppy witch hat for the millionth time. The thing seemed like a sentient being that wanted to stay crooked. We all wore our various costumes, but mine seemed to be the only one acting up. The skirt on my gothic red and black corset dress was too short for my liking, and it hugged my curves while pushing my boobs up. My black heeled boots trailed up past my knee and were absolutely ridiculous.

It was hard not to feel self-conscious while peering over at Lacey. She wore a sparkling light green fairy costume with pale flowers in her curly hair and glittering gossamer wings on her back. Her shoes were open-toed, sparkling silver heels. The outfit was much more modest than mine, and she looked downright beautiful.

My gaze then shifted to Amelia. She was a zombie, soaked in fake blood, with over-the-top gruesome makeup. Her hair was in complete disarray, sticking up all over the place. She wore tattered clothes that were ripped in some very revealing spots. They were covered in dirt and bloodstains, and paired with old Converse sneakers. She definitely wasn’t going for a sexy look.

William, on the other hand, was in full drag as a skimpy, practically naked shield maiden. His Nordic-style bronze and silver armored skirt just barely covered the glittery silver thong he was wearing. He matched it with a breastplate that looked more like a very revealing bra. Next to him were his shiny silver heels, along with two fake Viking swords. He wore his hair in an elven style, with intricate braids woven into his long blonde locks.

“ Oooh... OH!

It’s moving! It’s fucking moving!” William screeched as the planchette began to creep across the board.

“Holy shit, it is! What’s it saying?” Amelia sounded just as thrilled.

I gazed at the board in surprise because the planchette actually was moving over the letters. Lacey and I both didn’t believe in all that supernatural hocus-pocus codswallop, but William and Amelia were open to it. We all eyed the board in disbelief and anticipation, as our hands followed the words that formed.

Y-O-U G-U-Y-S A-R-E D-U-M-B.

“You guys are — What the!? Lacey!” William glared at her in an annoyed yet humorous way.

Lacey’s face twisted up as she tried to suppress her big, guilty smirk. Then she couldn’t hold it in any longer and burst out laughing. “Wow! I didn’t think that you guys would figure out it was me so quickly!”

“Well, you still had me confused!” I said through my laughter.

“ Eeeaah! This thing is fucking rubbish!” William exclaimed as he dramatically struck the board with one of his floppy swords.

“Wait! Gwendolyn, didn’t your aunt write about trying to summon a demon or something in that creepy journal of hers?” Amelia asked while inquisitively tapping her chin.

“Well, um, yeah, she kind of did. Why?”

“Well, did that demon have a name? Maybe we could try calling upon it?” She raised a mischievous brow, glancing around at everyone with a grin.

“Oh damn, hell no! We aren’t calling on any motherfucking demons in this house!” Lacey pointed at the board and glared at Amelia with sass.

“Hold on... That might be kind of fun,” William interrupted while standing up. He pulled a joint from his breastplate and then lit it over one of the candles on my dresser. “Plus, you guys said that you don’t even believe in this stuff anyway, so what could it hurt? Come on, Gwenny-love, spill it. What’s its name?” He casually took a drag, then motioned with his hand for me to give him the answer as if he were asking for food. Smoke swirled through the room, filling it with the strong stench of weed.

I glanced down and began picking at my carpet. “Well, I guess you’re right. The name was Azathoth,” I replied with a shrug. “They’re not real, so it doesn’t even matter; nothing will happen.” I looked up at Lacey with a reassuring smile.

“Ugh, seriously, you guys? I don’t have a good feeling about this,” she stated with annoyed nervousness. “What if someone gets possessed and then murders the rest of us?”

“Come on, don’t be such a scaredy-cat! You’ve been calling this thing fake this whole time, and now you suddenly believe?” Amelia teased her while grabbing the board and shaking it.

“ Shhh! All right, bitches, here we go.” William sat back down and placed his large hand on the planchette, his joint smoking in the other. The rest of us followed suit with our smaller hands over his. We shifted our gazes around to one another for a second, with the dim candle light flickering over our features. Lacey was uncomfortable, but William and Amelia were smiling. I could only assume by the way I was straining my neck forward that I looked like a nervous goose. “We call upon the dark forces of the demon Azathoth this night. Come, O mighty evil one, and bestow your otherworldly wisdom upon us,” William chanted in an exaggerated spooky voice, trying not to laugh as he did so.

Lightning struck eerily close to the house, and a thunderous boom roared overhead. The bedroom door was flung open with sudden force, causing a few of the candles to blow out. A tall, ominous figure loomed in the darkness of the doorway, with two sharp horns protruding from his head. Terrified screams erupted throughout the room.

“Die!” William frantically threw one of the fake swords at the figure. The flimsy weapon reflected in the warm candlelight as it wobbled through the air... and then it gently bounced off Ashton.

“Jeez, I didn’t think these things would be that scary.” Ashton removed a pair of fake black horns from his head to examine them, and then put them back on with a chuckle.

“ Oh my fucking god, Ashton! You scared the living shit out of us!” William said through his hysterical laughter, his face as red as a ripe tomato.

“Yeah, what the heck? Talk about crazy timing! They were literally just trying to summon a demon. No joke!” Lacey exclaimed. Her hand was clutching her chest in fright, even though she was laughing.

“Well, that’s what you guys get for playing with a damn Ouija board. Those things can get you into trouble, you know.” He sat down on the floor next to me, so close that our legs were touching, and put an arm around me.

“See, I told you guys it wouldn’t work,” I said with a giggle.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that if I were you,” Ashton pointed to his horns with a grin.

“Nice costume, by the way. It’s simple, yet very effective,” Amelia teased.

“Thanks. Gwendolyn had wanted me to go as, and I quote, ‘The Illusive Ranchfoot.’ It would’ve been just like a Bigfoot costume, only I’d be dispersing ranch salad dressing around the floor through sponges strapped to my feet. But I figured that would get me kicked out of the club, so I went with this instead.” Ashton chuckled while giving me a squeeze, causing me to laugh even more.

“What the fuck, man!? You totally should have gone with that!” William fell over, clutching his stomach and dying of laughter, flashing everyone in the process. “Oh, shit! Oh, shit!” He dropped his joint on the carpet, but his scrambling hands recovered it.

“Leave it to you to think of a costume that would get you guys conveniently kicked out of the club.” Lacey pinned me with a knowing stare. Guilt washed over my face as I continued laughing.

Dang, I’m pretty sure we’re getting hotboxed in here .

Pepper Paws stretched up on my bed and jumped down to greet Ashton. He held his hand out and began petting the little kitty, scratching under the chin just how Pepper Paws liked it. Loud purring vibrated from his tiny body as he jumped onto Ashton’s leg and began to knead. “Are you ready to go?” Ashton asked while stroking my back with one hand and my cat with the other.

“Yeah, I am,” I said as I craned my head up to look into his eyes from beneath my hat. “Are you guys good if we leave?” I asked everyone else.

“Yeah, I think we’re good. We’ll be heading over once Darrell shows up,” Amelia replied. “Plus, I’m going to have a few pre-drinks, ‘cause being in a band goes hand in hand with being dirt broke,” she laughed.

“You know, I think The Roasted Rowan is still hiring a new bartender. Maybe you could apply there?” Lacey suggested.

“Maybe,” Amelia hummed in consideration.

“Alright then, let’s go,” Ashton said as he swooped up Pepper Paws. He carried him back over to the bed and tucked him beneath the purple blanket like a little person. He kissed him on his soft purring head, and then walked over to me and took my hand. “We’ll see you guys there.”

His warm hand squeezed mine as he led me downstairs to the front door. He grabbed a black umbrella while I put on my jacket, and we headed out onto the porch. “We only have one umbrella, so you’re going to need to stay very close to me.” He flashed a mischievous grin my way while opening it.

I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my body against his. “Is this close enough?” I teased.

“Well, I’d prefer if our clothes weren’t in the way, but it will do... for now .” He placed his hand on my butt, and we scurried through the rain and puddles over to the car.

He held the umbrella over me as I slipped into the passenger seat, and blatantly stared at my bare thighs with a dorky smirk. As I placed my hat on the back seat, he walked around to the driver’s side, the dark, rainy night obscuring his figure. It reminded me of the night he’d kidnapped me, and I couldn’t help but laugh to myself.

He slipped into the car and raised a brow. “What’s so funny?”

“Oh, I was just remembering that time you kidnapped me like a fucking madman.”

He threw his head back and chuckled. “Yes, well, it all worked out, didn’t it?” His hand reached over and caressed the faded pink bite mark on my neck. It was like he was in a daze for a moment; then he snapped out of it and cleared his throat. “I’m surprised we’re going to this. I thought you hated clubs,” he mentioned as he started to drive.

“I do, but tonight’s show is important to William.”

“Yes, I gathered that by how much he was talking about it at the bonfire last week. And also by the way he gave literally everyone there a lap dance to practice his moves.”

The heavy rain had let up once we were about halfway to the club. We had taken a thickly wooded shortcut to get to the center of town. The headlights illuminated twinkling beads of water that clung to the branches and dying leaves overhead. A blanket of thick mist drifted across the road and swirled behind us as we drove by.

Ashton’s hand was leisurely caressing along my inner thigh, and every now and then brushing over my panties. His sensual touch was causing heat to rise in the pit of my stomach, and I could barely handle it. I wanted to squirm and feel those fingers deep inside me. So, I decided to be a bit of a wicked witch and wiggled out of my jacket. I turned to face him and lustfully glanced down at the bulge in his pants. I then trailed my gaze back up to his face while biting my lower lip, placing my hand over his crotch.

“What in Satan’s glorious name do you think you’re doing?” His gaze snapped back and forth between me and the road a few times.

“Oh, nothing.” I used my best attempt at a seductress voice, and then bit my lip again... “Ooof!”

The car swerved frantically to the side of the road, throwing me against him, and came to an abrupt halt. He leapt out of the car like it was on fire, then ran around to my side and ripped the door open. “Get out of the fucking car!” He menacingly loomed over me as he pointed to the woods with a strenuous, almost angry expression.

Oh shit...

I wasn’t sure if I had actually angered him or not, so I didn’t comply right away. My wide, frightened eyes stared up at him with uncertainty. “Oh, I um... I didn’t mean—”

What could only be described as a demonic roar erupted from him as he yanked me out of the car. “Ashton!” I screamed as he threw me over his shoulder and ran into the misty woods like a lecherous savage. He then pinned me against a large, dying maple tree. The coarse, damp bark pressed into my back as he feverishly kissed along my neck. His hands roughly roamed over my breasts, using his thumbs to pop my erect nipples out of my low-cut corset.

I brought my hands up and pushed on his chest. “Wait,” I said, struggling to catch my breath.

“What?” His mouth stilled and pulled away, but his hands remained latched onto my bosom.

“I want to do something. Just trust me,” I said, while looking into his crazed eyes.

He instantly complied and took a step back, with a few twigs crunching beneath his boots. I grabbed onto his strong arms and guided his towering frame around so that his back was now against the tree. The mist swirled around us, and cold drops of rainwater fell from leaves and twigs onto my skin. The damp smell of dirt and decaying leaves mixed wonderfully with his masculine scent, setting my senses alight.

“Buttercup, what are you—”

I cut him off by pulling his head down and standing on my tiptoes to give him a kiss, which he returned with fiery passion. His lips were so soft, yet so rough against my own. His tongue demanded access and forced its way into my mouth. Large hands gripped my butt, and I pressed myself closer against him. I broke the kiss and looked into his ambery, lust-filled eyes. My hands began sensuously gliding down his muscular torso as I slowly knelt down while maintaining eye contact. Every hard ripple of muscle that my fingers slid over had me growing wetter and wetter.

Once my face was eye level with the massive bulge in his pants, I leaned in and kissed his cock through the fabric. My mouth moved sensually along the black denim until I found the top of his zipper and latched onto it with my teeth. I still didn’t break eye contact as I slowly unzipped it with my mouth. My hands trembled slightly as I undid the button and freed his turgescent hard-on. I licked the little bead of pre-cum away and then worked my magic by sucking his tip into my mouth.

“ Fuck ...” He emitted a low growl while tangling his hands in my hair.

I swirled and flicked my tongue over his tip, cradling his heavy balls with one hand. My mouth danced kisses and licks up and down along his length before wrapping my lips around him again and sucking him deep into my mouth. I bobbed my head back and forth, using my free hand to cover what I couldn’t take in. He let out a deep, husky moan as he grabbed my head even tighter. His fingernails felt oddly sharp, but I paid no attention to it. I was too enraptured by his masculine flavor and the erotic feeling of his throbbing dick in my mouth.

“ Buttercup ... I —” He lost control and began forcefully thrusting into my mouth.

I did my best to keep the suction on his shaft, but he was so fast and violent. He growled even louder, and then I tasted his sweet and spicy cum explode into my mouth. When I tried to peer at him, his hands firmly held my face against his crotch so I couldn’t look up. His essence continued to pour out in rivers down my throat. I tried to swallow it all, but there was so much that some dripped out and trickled down my chin.

“You wicked little witch,” he teased, his chest rising and falling rapidly, a satisfied grin on his face.

I wiped my mouth, stood up, and brushed the dirt from my knees. “We should get going; I don’t want us to be late.” I smirked and turned to walk back toward the car.

He growled as he swooped me up and shoved me back against the tree, pinning my arms above my head. “And rob me of your sweet taste, and the feeling of your beautiful cunt twitching against my lips?” He let out a dark chuckle. “I don’t think so.”

His hands moved from my wrists, down my body, lingering on my breasts, and found their way beneath my dress. He knelt down and lowered his head between my thighs. His fingers pushed my panties to the side, and then he buried his silky tongue in my soaking wet core. He flicked it back and forth and plunged it deep inside me.

My soft moans echoed through the dark forest, mixing with the sound of droplets dripping onto the decaying leaves. A slight breeze rustled through the trees, chilling my feverish skin. His full lips wrapped around my sensitive bud, and he very gently bit down. My hands grabbed onto his fake horns, but then moved to his shoulders, remembering that this wasn’t a dream. He chuckled, then one of his large fingers entered me. He rhythmically pumped it in and out for a moment before he added a second one.

I gazed down, and the sight of his handsome face half-buried between my legs and his long, lustrous hair took my breath away. His fingers slowly curled back and forth over my g-spot, one after another, as if they were riding a mini bicycle in there. The heat was building, causing me to whimper in a delirious state of lust. A low, bestial growl rumbled in his chest and sent burning vibrations against my sensitive clit. He sucked down hard on it and pumped his fingers into me all the faster, all the way up to his knuckles.

“A-Ashton! I-I, oh, fuck!”

My knuckles turned white from how hard I was gripping him as I released into his mouth. He purred as he lapped away every drop, then looked up at me with a lustful, crooked half-smile. “Have I ever told you how much I fucking love your sweet little cunt?”

He licked up my slit one last time, then used a finger to move my panties back into place. His large frame arose in front of my trembling form, then he pulled me into another passionate kiss. The tastes of ourselves mingled on our lips as distant thunder rumbled in the background. The soft pitter-patter of raindrops began to pick up around us, breaking us from the kiss much too soon.

“Now we can leave.” He chuckled and smashed his lips back against mine.