Page 23 of Unbinding the Demon

My gothic, high-heeled boots clicked against the cracked asphalt as I descended the dark, forested road with hesitation. My tiny flashlight was useless. Its glow was weak and unimpressive as I shined it over the wavering trees and scattered leaves around me, making me grateful each time I passed a house with the lights on.

I peered into the dark forest beside me and seriously considered going to a psychiatrist. I was suspecting that I might have a mild form of schizophrenia or some other psychological issue. It seemed like someone or something was lurking in there, following beside me. It was as if the shadows of the forest were whispering my name, calling me into the darkness.

Gnarled branches waved in the howling wind like eldritch fingers beckoning me into their skeletal embrace. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I pulled my long black jacket tighter around myself and picked up my pace. My destination was only a ten-minute walk from where I lived, yet the suspicion of being watched made it seem like hours.

Get a fucking grip, you neurotic ninny!

A tall, spiky, cast-iron fence came into view. The clicking of my footsteps turned into the rustling of crispy leaves as I turned off the road and approached the looming gates. The scents of tilled earth and decaying foliage grew stronger, while the sound of running water played on the wind. I glanced up and read the sign that arched across the entrance. It displayed “Sycamore Valley Cemetery” welded onto it. The odoriferous, rusted iron was bent in a few places and had cracks in others. I put my flashlight in my mouth and yanked on the cold, unmoving bars.

Dammit! It’s locked!

I huffed and slumped against the gate, wondering if I should wait for Ashton to arrive. Out of habit, I reached for my phone to distract myself as I waited. My hand ghosted over my pocket and then I remembered I’d lost it almost a week ago at the club... Great . A chilly breeze hit my face and sent a shiver up my spine. I glanced around warily, alone in the cold, dark night. I’d found it surprising that Ashton had suggested we meet like this. Since the kidnapping attempt, he had shown an overwhelming level of protectiveness toward me. He didn’t want me going anywhere alone and seemed to have a weird sixth sense for finding my location whenever I did.

My gaze shot over to a pitch-black area by the fence, shadowed by a thick cluster of brooding trees. An unsettling feeling trailed up my spine like ice crystallizing up a pipe. It felt as though I was being called over there by some unseen entity. I stared as though in a trance, too spooked to move for a minute. Then, once my eyes adjusted, I realized I was actually looking at a hole in the fence, just big enough for me to squeeze through. So I straightened myself up and gingerly walked over there. My jacket got snagged on a piece of jagged iron as I ducked down and slipped through to the other side.

“Come on, you dumbass jacket!” I yanked it free and continued on my way.

Pale, blotchy trunks of barren sycamore trees drearily loomed throughout the graves, their roots stretching toward the winding creek nearby. The bodeful call of a great horned owl hooted from above. I glanced up and found its silhouette perched on one of the thick, twisted boughs, looking like a little feathered devil against the night sky. My steps cut through the wispy mist that slowly slithered across the ground, weaving its way between the old, abandoned tombstones. I inhaled a long, nervous breath, the rush of being out here so late giving me the jitters.

Once I got near the back of the cemetery, my flashlight flickered and then went out. “Stupid, worthless thing!” I grumbled under my breath as I smacked it a few times. Then I threw it off into the distance with a hiss of anger. I didn’t even have my phone as a backup. It was a new moon tonight, leaving only the stars to grace the land with a faint hint of luminescence. The lack of light caused the surrounding landscape, from the gnarled branches to the cracking obelisk stones, to twist into imagined terrors, dripping in darkness.

A chilling breeze picked up and swirled the rustling leaves in a circle around my body like a mini vortex. My paranoid gaze became glued to the treeline in front of me, leading into the impenetrable darkness of the forest beyond. The familiar feeling of unseen eyes leering at me filled my veins again with icy fear. There’s no one there. You’re just going crazy! My breath hitched at the overwhelming sense of a malevolent presence standing before me. I took a step back and grabbed hold of one of the unkempt gravestones behind me.

“What’s the matter, Buttercup? Are you afraid of the dark?” The familiar deep voice rumbled from the same shadows I was staring into, followed by a sinister chuckle.

“What the!? Ashton?” I craned my neck forward and squinted my eyes. “Come on, where are you? You’re really creeping me out right now.”

“Take off your jacket. Let me see you,” his seemingly disembodied voice commanded.

This better not be some freaky ass demon-ghost thing masquerading as Ashton ...

I bit my lower lip without realizing it and slowly removed my jacket. It dropped to the cold, damp ground in a crumpled heap. I stood there among the old forgotten graves, timidly peering into the shadows, wearing nothing but my boots and an intricate set of gothic, lacy black lingerie that Ashton had gifted me. Goosebumps broke out across my skin, and I began to shiver.

“Beautiful,” he silkily purred as he emerged from the darkness before me. I blinked a few times, convinced that my eyes were playing tricks on me. It looked as though he had literally materialized out of the damn darkness. The dreadful feeling vanished when I saw him, replaced by excitement and anticipation.

He approached and wrapped his fingers under my chin, sticking his thumb into my mouth to release my lip. “However, your outfit is missing a piece,” he purred into my ear, then released my face. The back of his knuckles brushed along my neck. Leaves rustled beneath him as he took a small step back and reached into his jacket. He pulled out a black lacy choker with a slender chain attached to it. I stared at him with wide, nervous eyes as he clasped it around my neck, his hand lingering on the faint scar from his bite. “There, that’s better.”

I reached up and ran my fingers along the unexpected addition to my outfit. “What’s this for?”

“This...” He tugged on the chain. “...is to remind you that you belong to me .” He yanked the chain even harder and pressed his soft lips to mine in a rough, dominating kiss.

Our tongues danced for a moment, as we relished the taste and feeling of each other’s mouths. I pressed myself up against him, desperate to feel his heat. Ashton broke the kiss and spun me around. He pressed his erection against my lower back and reached around with both hands to fondle my breasts. I felt myself growing wetter, and my pussy throbbed as he slowly ground his hips against my ass. His long fingers teased and pinched my hardened nipples through the thin fabric of my bra.

“Ashton,” I moaned in a soft, breathy voice.

His stubbly jaw caressed my cheek as he made a deep, sensual purring noise; then he nibbled on my earlobe. “Do you know what I plan to do to you tonight, Buttercup?” One of his hands slid down my stomach and rested right above my panties.

“What?” I asked, leaning my head back against him, my breath coming in quick gasps as he continued to tease my body.

He grabbed under my chin to lean my head back and placed a quick, yet hungry kiss on my lips. “I plan to make you beg for my cock. I want to see tears of desperation streaming down those lovely cheeks of yours... and between your thighs. I plan on making you scream that you belong to me so loud that it could wake the dead. And believe me, you will belong to me this night.” His voice grew rougher as he spoke, and his face looked downright ferocious. He jammed his hand beneath my panties and over my pussy, then possessively squeezed. He yanked the chain back, pulling my upper body closer against him, eliciting a little yelp from me. “Now tell me, who does this sweet little cunt belong to?”

I struggled to suck in a breath since the choker was, well, choking me. “You. It belongs to you.” My hands reached up and tried to loosen it a bit.

“That’s right. It’s mine .” He licked up from my collarbone to my ear, his tongue grazing over the choker and my grasping fingertips. I gasped and goosebumps spread across my skin as he slipped a finger inside me. “It’s mine to feel...” He pumped his finger in and out. “To taste...” He pulled it out and then stuck it in his mouth. “And to fuck.”

Oh, snap ...

With a growl, he abruptly bent me over the headstone. I made a little “Oof” noise as my hands latched onto the cold, rough stone for support. He kicked my legs apart with precision, spreading them wide for his viewing. He positioned his hand above my butt as he pulled on the chain, forcing me to arch my back. “Keep your legs spread and your back arched for me, Buttercup.” I did as he said, staying perfectly still for him. His eyes lingered on my backside as he removed his jacket and shirt, leaving him in just his pants and boots. “Now, I hope you’re not too attached to these already...” He looped his finger under and around the crotch of my panties between my legs and sensually glided his knuckle up and down the slick folds of my pussy.

“Well, I do like—”

He fiercely ripped my panties right off my body. My eyes widened as he threw the tattered material to the ground. It looked like a fucking bear had shredded them. As he knelt down behind me, his hands clasped my butt cheeks. I shivered in anticipation as his mouth sucked and nipped its way up my inner thigh, trailing his tongue to my center.

“Oh, oh my... Ashton, oh!” I moaned and squealed while gripping the cold stone for dear life.

He devoured my pussy like it was his favorite dessert, thrusting his hot, silky tongue deep inside and applying vigorous pressure to all the right places. My heart raced and my legs wobbled. My fingernails clawed at the headstone, scraping away little trails in the thin layer of dried moss. The pressure swiftly built between my legs, intensified by the fact that this was happening in such a forbidden location. Knowing exactly what to do to push me over the edge, he wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked mercilessly. I gasped and thrashed while he drank my release with an insatiable thirst.

He slowly kissed his way over my butt and up along my back until his mouth was sucking just under the choker. His lips lingered over the scar he’d left, sending faint tingles throughout my body. It felt like I was being both electrified and set on fire at the same time by his sinful assaults. One of his hands reached up, and he wove his fingers through my hair, then roughly pulled my head back. His other hand glided up my side and around to my breasts. I gasped when something sharp nicked the top of my left tit. I tried to look down to see what it was, but he kept his grip on my hair, keeping my head facing upward.

My bra was abruptly ripped off, releasing my breasts with a bounce so that I was only wearing my stockings, garter, and boots. He let go of me, leaving me in a quivering heap, desperately clinging to the tombstone. I heard him unzip his pants, and I bit my lower lip in anticipation. His fingers slowly glided back over my weeping pussy lips, and he purred in approval. “Are you ready to get the life fucked out of you, Buttercup?”

“Ashton, p-please...” I whispered while shaking my head.

He paused his salacious assaults on my body. “I’m sorry. I don’t think I heard you.” He grabbed the chain and pulled hard. “I fucking asked you a question, Buttercup! Are you ready to get the life fucked out of you!?”

“Yes! Please, Ashton! Fuck me!” I shouted as he pulled the chain back even further, choking a strangled cry from my lips.

He withdrew his fingers and sucked my arousal from them. “Good girl.”

The tip of his cock pressed against my entrance in an instant, then he began to vehemently thrust deep inside of me. I gasped and sputtered, not having enough time to adjust to his colossal size. He growled as he roughly pulled the chain back, choking me, and to my surprise, heightening my pleasure. As his large hand massaged my left breast, it felt like he was spreading something warm and wet all over it. I moaned and screamed while gripping the cold stone for dear life. I was in love with the sensuous feeling of him stroking my inner walls and pounding against my womb. The muscles in my lower stomach clenched as white heat seared throughout my body. I passionately screamed out into the dark night in disorienting pleasure as I leaned weakly over the stone, jolting back and forth with each thrust of his hips. Tears trickled down my face from the magnitude of it all.

Ashton pulled out and turned me around, then he lifted my butt up so I was sitting on the headstone. Two of his fingers shoved inside me and began vigorously rubbing along my g-spot. He knelt down and began to lick and suck on my left breast, torridly lapping away at whatever was on there. I squeezed my legs around his torso, granting him better access to my core, and wrapped my arms around his head. My fingers tangled themselves in his soft hair, causing a low, almost predatory purr to vibrate out of him.

As I deliriously clutched him, another orgasm came crashing over me in tingling waves. His mouth trailed up from my chest, lingering along my neck, and then up to my lips. My senses were bombarded with a sweet metallic taste as he forced his tongue into my mouth. My eyes grew wide at the realization that it was blood—he had been smearing blood all over my boobs.

I broke the kiss, panting as I leaned back a bit. “Wait... are you, are you drinking my blood?” I managed to ask while catching my breath.

He chuckled sinisterly and ran the tip of his nose up along the bridge of mine with a lustful growl. “How can I not when the sweetest wine flows through your veins?” He tugged on the chain and slowly licked my cheek.

Oh damn... This Nosferatu motherfucker is at it again .

He lifted me up with my legs still wrapped around him and sat down on the ground. I gasped as he pulled me over his cock, sheathing himself within my heat. The feeling of being stretched and filled completely by him was euphoric. I weakly wrapped my arms around his neck, bracing myself for the thrusting. But he stayed still. My face slowly lifted with confusion as I looked into his lustful eyes. I grew impatient and tried to bounce myself on his shaft, but my legs were too lethargic and noodly.

He stilled my lame attempt at riding him by grabbing my cheek. “ Shhh , be still. Just enjoy the feeling of me inside you.” His soft lips found mine in a feverish kiss, with him filling me with his thick, fiery flesh.

His tongue licked across my lips, then he began trailing kisses along my neck, lingering on my scar. “Ashton, please...” I held onto his shoulders and pathetically tried to grind myself against him again. I loved the feeling, yet I was tortured by it. I needed him to slam me silly.

“Be still,” he commanded in a deeper-than-normal voice, causing me to freeze while gazing at him in hot, needy bewilderment. He bit down on his finger, somehow making a surprisingly clean cut and drawing blood. “The moon is ruled by the dark goddess, Lilith, on this Hollow’s Eve.” Using his bleeding finger, he began to paint an inverted pentagram on my chest, with the bottom point resting between my breasts. He lowly muttered something in a weird language that I assumed was Finnish, but I wasn’t sure. “My crimson benediction is that when the dawn of truth finally breaks, you will deny your invidious imprecations that may leave me lovelorn, and allow me to fully make you my consort of evil. Allow me to worship you as my nocturnal goddess, flushed and gilded in sin. May my cock be your throne, and my blood be your wine forevermore.” He shoved his bloody finger into my mouth. “That is my plea to the dark goddess.”

I didn’t need to ask, “ what the actual fuck are you talking about?” because the look on my face said it all. Then my expression turned into one of surprise, as I savored his oddly spicy but sweet blood. Before I could think too much about it, he leaned forward and laid me down on the cold, damp ground, right in front of the headstone over the grave. I held onto his head, gripping his thick, soft hair for dear life as he began to pulverize my weeping pussy with his throbbing dick. My screams were twice as loud as they had been earlier, ringing through the ghostly silence of the night. They overpowered the wet slaps from our bodies aggressively slamming into one another and his deep, almost inhuman growls.

“Scream for me, Buttercup. Scream as I terrorize your tight little dripping cunt,” he whispered viciously into my ear and yanked on the chain, causing me to gag. “Who do you belong to!?” he roared as he picked up the pace.

“You! Holy fuck! I belong to you!” White-hot pleasure ripped through my veins, sending rapturous tremors of ecstasy through me. Tears streamed down my temples as I clenched violently around him. He muffled my screams by claiming my lips with a dominating kiss. He snarled into my mouth and bit my lower lip with a particularly sharp-feeling tooth, drawing the slightest bit of blood. His tongue licked away the small crimson droplets as if it truly were the sweetest wine he’d ever tasted. His thrusting got faster and more ferocious, pounding my trembling body into the cold, damp ground, further defiling the grave of poor old Clarence P. Whittlestone.

The sound of the wind howling through the trees joined the symphony of Ashton’s growls and my moans. He held me tighter, and my walls clamped down hard around him as I rode out the waves of my orgasm. His body became rigid as he gnashed his teeth next to my ear like a feral animal. My eyes rolled into the back of my head from the blissful sensation of his burning, liquid claim pouring into my inner chalice.

Dead leaves blew around us as we laid there, panting and sweating. I was a disheveled, enervated mess with useless limbs. The scar on my neck pulsed, as though electricity was crackling over it. He remained on top of me, leaning on his forearm to not crush me with his massive weight. The mist swirled around our glistening bodies, offering cooling relief to my pyretic flesh. My soft, bloodied breasts heaved against his hard chest as I looked up at him and gently placed my trembling hand on his cheek.

“You know, having sex on someone’s grave is very immoral. I’m probably going to end up in hell because of you,” I said with a breathy giggle.

A malevolent grin lit up his face as he leaned into my touch. “I hope so,” he purred and then crashed his lips back onto mine.

I wrapped my arms around Ashton’s neck like a sleepy sloth holding onto a tree branch as he carried me bridal style up the porch steps. He placed a tender, lingering kiss on my lips and then set me down on my feet. My legs wobbled a bit, but his hands steadied me. “Are you sure that you don’t want to come home with me tonight?” he asked while pulling a crispy brown leaf from my messy hair.

“I’m sure. I’ve spent the last five nights at your place, and Lacey told me that Pepper Paws has been meowing in the night because he misses me.”

“Alright, sleep well then, and I’ll see you tomorrow.” He smiled and pulled me into a loving hug.

“Good night, Ashton.” I smiled back up at him. We kissed goodbye, then I went inside.

“Bitch, Pleeeease! His hair was so bad I thought it was a wig crafted out of ramen noodles!” I overheard William talking on the phone in the kitchen.

“Hey, you’re home!” Lacey said with surprise from the couch. She was diligently doing her homework and looked rather exhausted. “And you look like you’ve had quite the night,” she laughed and raised a brow at the disheveled sight of me.

Pepper Paws came running over, meowing his little head off. His tail vibrated with joy, squiggling all over the place at the sight of me. “Yeah, Ashton’s a bit of a freak. What can I say?” I laughed. “But I figured I should come home for this little guy.” I wrapped my jacket a little tighter around myself, then picked my kitty up and held him close. His purring instantly grew ten times louder.

“You know, we’ve both been so busy lately that I feel like I never see you anymore. We should put some time aside to hang out, just like the old days,” she suggested with a smile.

“I’d love that,” I smiled back. “Are you doing anything tomorrow morning? Maybe we could go to the café or something?” I felt the same way and missed hanging out as often as we used to.

“Sounds good. It’s a girls’ date then!”

We said good night, then I took a much-needed shower and got into bed, with the two kitties happily purring around me. As I tossed and turned, trying to fall asleep, I found myself missing the warmth of Ashton’s embrace. I laughed at myself, thinking how ridiculous it was that I’d somehow grown so attached to someone as freaky as him.

I can’t believe I’m falling in love with the biggest blood-sucking creep in the whole fucking valley.