Page 28 of Unbinding the Demon

The light of dawn was soon to break over the dreary gray morning as I manifested from the dreamscape realms. I laid back down in the dark, silent room beside my slumbering Buttercup— my love . My eyes glowed as I stared at her, purring in satisfaction as I thought about what we had just done in her dreams. Her face was flushed yet serene in her sleep, while her bare breasts softly heaved up and down, tantalizing my libertine soul all over again. Although hidden beneath the blankets, I was confident that her release trickled down between her thighs. There was no way it wasn’t after what I had just put her through.

I continued to watch her sleep while caressing her silky hair and soft skin. Her beauty stole my breath away, and I could hardly believe that she was truly mine. But, as my claws brushed over my claim on her neck, my chest constricted with a harrowing sense of trepidation. She had been bewildered when the second bite had healed in less than a day. I couldn’t come up with a good explanation other than suggesting she must be taking some damn good vitamins. She didn’t buy into it, of course. I sighed and squeezed my eyes shut, knowing that the time had come to reveal the truth to her. After placing a gentle kiss on her forehead, being careful not to wake her, I disappeared in a cloud of black mist.

I reappeared in my demonic form, naked and outside, near the edge of the lake, where the scenery was cold and bleak. A lifeless gown of death and decay adorned the land, preparing it for its icy entombment during the fast-approaching winter. Thick fog clouded my view, and only a faint glimpse of the mist rolling down the mountains in the distance was visible. The forlorn wails of loons echoed through the white wispy veil, while a raven croaked from high in the air. Frost covered the dying earth below my bare feet and glittered upon the trees above my head, their empty gnarled branches reaching for the slate-gray sky.

I slowly walked to the edge of the water, where a thin layer of ice was crystallizing. The cloud from my breath mingled with the icy air and fanned around my face, disappearing into the swirling mist. As I gazed down into the inky black waters, the reflection of my apprehensive spirit stared back at me. The season was coming to an end.

I stepped into the lake with great deliberation, walking deeper until the frigid waves gently lapped over my infected arm. I sank down until only my head and the arches of my horned wings were above the dark, icy water. The cold behaved as an anodyne, bringing soothing relief to the accursed, pernicious wound on my shoulder. All the time I’d spent manifested in the physical realm had allowed the poison to spread rapidly throughout my veins, hastening the urgency of my plan. I knew that my time was running low; however, my soul would not bow down before the scythe without a fight.

My heart fearfully ached as I reflected on my inevitable confession. I had already put it off for a few days, afraid of ruining the love we now freely shared. But I couldn’t avoid it any longer. With each passing day, my deplorable web of lies seemed to grow, just as the web of poison within my veins spread further across my chest.

I couldn’t help but fear what she would say once she learned that I was the demon Azathoth. That “Ashton Meyers” was merely a shallow mask I wore to disguise my true diabolical form. How would I tell her that I was the evil presence she feared in the shadows, calling out to her with Satanic whisperings? That it was actually me who pleasured her senseless in her sinful dreams, and not an imagined apparition? That I deceived her about killing in cold blood? That I was the cause of Elowynn’s untimely death? Guilt contorted my face.

How would she ever forgive the beast who killed her beloved aunt?

I nervously flapped my wings beneath the water, creating small waves all around me. The sharp horns on the furthest tips scraped and stirred up the gravel and sand, causing the water to grow murky. Deep remorse flooded me as I reflected on how I had ensnared my sweet, blossoming buttercup in my web of dark shadows and macabre fate. I had corrupted her with my bloodlust, deceptively marred her flesh with my claim, and turned her into the nocturnal nymphet of my erotic fantasies. All this while deceiving her about who I truly was and what I had done.

The perfume of her blood had aroused a forgotten, burning desire within the depths of my soul. A desire that I thought had been lost long ago within the darkness of The Abyss— the desire to claim a bride. My lascivious spirit craved the rapturous screams from her blood-red lips. The taste of her essence trickling down between her milky white thighs. The passion in her bright emerald eyes during the crescendo of our blasphemous union, as I buried my demon seed deep inside the walls of her inner sanctum. And now, because of my lack of self-control, unbeknownst to her, she had been infernally claimed, and I would do whatever it took to keep her. She was my beloved goddess of the midnight skies, my treasured possession.

I purred in delight within the gentle waves, temporarily distracted from my worries as I thought of such things. Although falling in love with her had not been my intention, I was glad that things had not gone according to plan. And now, I feared losing her precious love more than losing my life.

But would I lose her affections once I made my confession and request? I furrowed my brows and frowned as my worries flooded me once again. Would she still find my true demonic form awful and repulsive? Would she be disgusted or afraid when it was revealed that she had been kissing the lips of an ancient evil being? Did she love and trust me enough to unbind my demonic powers willingly, rendering me capable of destroying her world? Or would she allow me to fall into the reaper’s skeletal embrace as punishment for my treacherous sins against her?

My head spun with endless fears and anxieties as I reflected on the potential outcomes. I selfishly thought about not telling her and continuing to pretend to be a man until the poison killed me. However, that was the coward’s way out, and I was no coward. Not to mention that I wouldn’t be able to protect her if I were to perish. I also carried the weight of Belzar’s fate on my shoulders. Since I had kindled his soul from mine to give him intelligence, if I died, so would he. He’d been nothing but a faithful companion and an anchor for sanity since the day I’d rescued him as a pup in The Abyss. I owed it to him to at least try to save us from death.

I nodded to myself, surmising that following through with my plan was inevitable. Yet, I had decided to tweak it a bit. I would still reveal my true self to Gwendolyn and ask her to perform the unbinding spell for me. Only now I’d be confessing with genuine love and honesty, withholding nothing from her, so that she might understand the truth. My Buttercup deserved better than an unscrupulous web of deception from me, and I would deceive her no more. It would likely take some time... hopefully not so long that I died ... but once she accepted me for who I truly was, I would then convince her to unbind my powers. If she did, I could finally heal and return home.

However, I did not intend to return alone.

Oh no, I would do everything within my power to persuade her to return to Hell with me, no matter how long it took. But I would not force her. For when you clutch onto a flower too tightly, it wilts and withers. And even though I was terrified that she might slip out from between my clawed fingers, I would not clutch onto my Buttercup, because I truly loved her.

I hoped that if she loved me enough to unbind me, then she would love me enough to come home with me. Once there, I would keep her by my side always, adorning her in silken gowns and precious stones, and lavishing her with endless pleasures of the flesh. I would complete our union, binding our souls together, giving her the gift of immortality. And when the time was right, I would give her my fertile seed. She would become my treasured bride and the mother of my hellions, belonging to me for all eternity.

The thought of such things delighted me. However, I could not fully enjoy it yet. There was still one major obstacle left to consider. I had yet to recover that stupid book, the key to The Abyss. It was the final piece I needed for my plan to work. Gwendolyn’s willingness and blood alone weren’t enough to unbind me. I needed the spell too. Unfortunately, those detestable mages still possessed it. There was no doubt they were behind all the disappearances in the town. I knew they were the ones kidnapping people and using the book to corrupt their souls with dark abyssal essence. If I were able to catch them in the act, I’d be able to steal it away from them and put an end to the madness.

They had a lot of balls to provoke me by trying to abduct Gwendolyn and then sending an abyss-corrupted soul after her. I had wondered if they were planning to corrupt her as well, but I found it unlikely they would risk my wrath for such a thing. They were targeting her. No doubt because her bloodline was tied to the magic lingering in this valley. Whatever they had planned had to do with using her blood. That was the only good reason they’d be pursuing her in such a way. And so, it had become quite clear that I had some pests to exterminate.

Although they used their enchanted stones to veil and protect themselves from me within the shadows, I could still see and harm them in the physical realm. I would have to remind them that, bound or not, I was still a maleficent predator whom they so foolishly provoked. They would soon learn that my bloodlust was unquenchable.

I sinisterly laughed to myself as I thought about bringing their corrupt little pantomime to an end. If I was doomed to die, I would die eliminating the greatest threat to Gwendolyn’s well-being. Oh yes, I would hunt them down one by one. I was going to torture the location of the book out of them, then slaughter their pathetic souls without a single scrap of mercy. I would not be satisfied until I had sunk my claws into each and every one of them. I would tear them apart until the crimson rivers ran dry from their lifeless, mutilated bodies. Not a single mage would be spared. Trying to harm my Buttercup was simply unforgivable, and bloodshed was the only vindication I had to offer.

Another loon echoed its mournful call across the lake, as the first golden rays peaked up from behind the tree line in front of the house. The water shimmered as it reflected the dawn, highlighting the waves with glistening shades of silver and gold. I sank beneath the rippling surface, allowing the freezing water to envelop my body completely. The violent clamor of my conflicting emotions stilled as I slowly floated down into the calming darkness for a moment. And then, I disappeared from its icy spell.

I entered the shadow realm and reappeared next to my slumbering love. Her beautiful apparition illuminated the darkness with the radiant light of her soul. I was glad that she was still asleep so she wouldn’t see me appear before her. I laid beside her and caressed her spirit, then leaned in to whisper in her ear.

“Forgive me, my love.” I wistfully smiled as I appeared back in the physical realm with a misty black cloud, once again in my human illusion. I stayed there, continuing to caress her until she fluttered her enchanting eyes open and looked at me with a sleepy smile. I gazed upon her lovingly and kissed her supple pink lips. “Good morning, my love,” I greeted as I caressed her soft, rosy cheek.

“Good morning, Ashton, my love,” she replied with a yawn and a slight giggle. I chuckled at her, even though I longed to hear my true name come from those beautiful lips. She furrowed her brows and inquisitively touched a lock of my wet hair. “Your hair is wet,” she said in confusion. “Did you already take a shower?”

“No, I took a dip in the lake before you woke up.” I rolled on top of her with a grin, causing her breasts to bounce.

She laughed and placed her hands on my chest. “Yeah right, you’d be a popsicle if you did that! And you feel plenty warm to me!”

“I’m hot-blooded; what can I say?” I shrugged, then began kissing her delicate neck. I knew she didn’t believe me, but at least I wasn’t being dishonest with her.

My lips lingered on my claim as I placed sloppy open-mouthed kisses over it, causing her to writhe with lust beneath me. My kisses then traveled lower, lingering on her soft, round breasts, as I lightly nibbled on her pearled nipples. She moaned and wove her hands through my damp hair, inviting me to suck harder on her succulent flesh. I dipped beneath the blankets and made my way to her divine, weeping center. I fanned my hot breath over her glistening pussy, knowing this would have her biting her lip in anticipation of my lustful assault.

“Buttercup, are you biting your lip?” I smirked against her cunt because I already knew the answer.

“Um... yes,” she softly squeaked, as her legs trembled on either side of me.

“Good,” I growled, and my tongue darted out to ravage her.

Since I was hidden beneath the blanket, I allowed my eyes to glow and my fangs and claws to elongate. Her breathy moans and screams fueled my hunger as I devoured her sweet juices. I greedily plunged my tongue in and out of her slippery center, lapping and licking like a starving beast. I paid extra attention to her swollen clit, wrapping my lips around the pearl and sucking hard, making her pour her intoxicating ambrosia into my mouth, feeding my incubus soul.

I drank in every last drop, cleaning her throbbing pussy and trembling inner thighs with my wicked tongue. I slowly kissed my way back up her body and emerged from beneath the blankets, looking human once again. Love and satisfaction filled her gaze. I tenderly kissed her lips and nuzzled the scarred crook of her soft white neck.

My arms wrapped around her and held her close, so that she wouldn’t see the look of contrition on my face. I caressed her hair and savored the feeling of her lying peacefully in my loving embrace. Because the dawn was finally here, and by tonight I doubted she’d be willing to rest in my arms again.

All I could do was hope that she would still love me and choose to forgive me. I closed my eyes and wished that she’d be mine forevermore.