Page 3 of Unbinding the Demon
Bright lunar rays gleamed down upon the stone walkway leading to the small off-campus rental home. My black ankle boots crunched over a few loose pebbles as I strolled along, admiring the way the nearly full moon painted the blue antiquated house in its silvery glow. Tiny crickets happily chirped in the grass while the lofty trees rustled in the warm, sweet-smelling breeze. The place was somewhat secluded, with plenty of deep woods on the eastern side of the yard. A small garden was tucked away in the spot where the sun reached the longest. It was full of overripe veggies just begging to be harvested.
The pale hydrangeas that lined the front porch seemed to glow in the luminous light while I walked past them and up the creaky wooden steps. I stopped before going inside to admire the beauty of the celestial night sky. My hands wrapped around the weathered wooden railing as I gazed up. The way the moonbeams danced upon the silvery treetops which swayed in the breeze was downright captivating. Then, as if pulled by an unseen force, my gaze drifted below the quivering leaves and to the dark shadows that hid beneath them.
A peculiar feeling of dread slithered around my senses. It was as if something sinister was lingering out there, hidden within the darkness. Watching me with nefarious eyes. The warm breeze turned chilling as it caressed my face, sending an unsettling shiver up my spine. Not wanting to stay out any longer, I turned around and hurried inside.
The strange, spooky feeling I had felt on the porch vanished because of the drastic change in atmosphere. The interior of the house was old but well-maintained. Most of the mismatched furnishings were modern in design. Floor lamps lit up the living room with a warm yellow glow. Meanwhile, the sound of classical piano music softly streamed from the ajar bathroom door just down the hallway.
“You look like you’ve just seen a ghost,” my roommate and good friend William teased in amusement. He was sitting on the floor with his back against our big, comfy blue couch. His boyfriend, Oliver, sat right behind him. His legs were on either side of William’s torso as he styled William’s wavy blonde hair.
“Yeah, I’ll bet I do! I could have sworn something was watching me out there just now.” I shucked my bag from my shoulder, letting it land on the floor like a slob; then I rummaged around the side pocket for my little baggy of mixed nuts. “It really freaked me out, but it was probably just my imagination.” A small chuckle fell from my lips as I plopped myself down sideways on the red spinny recliner chair, letting my legs dangle over the armrest.
Oliver plucked a bobby pin from between his lips and used it to secure the cute messy bun he’d twisted onto the very top of William’s head. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that. I’ve heard the coyotes around here are getting bolder around people.” His electric blue eyes pinned me with a scrutinizing stare. “You didn’t walk home alone again, did you?”
A guilty smile crept its way onto my face as I opened my snack. “I didn’t want to bug you guys.” I kicked off my boots, letting them clomp onto the funky floral throw rug.
“Gwendolyn,” Oliver put a hand on his hip and waved a hairbrush at me, his features contorted in frustration. “You know I’d much rather give you a ride than let you walk home alone after dark. There could have been coyotes out there, goddammit!”
“Speaking of riding with us,” William grinned while pulling a dilapidated joint out of his pocket and placed it behind his ear. I was surprised the poor crumpled thing was still holding together, and grateful that he was changing the subject before I got an entire safety lecture from Oliver. “We’re going to disco night at that new club, Hell’s Hornbeam. You should come! Plus, who knows, maybe you’ll meet someone to get your ‘Disco Inferno’ on with,” he suggestively growled and then burst into laughter.
I raked my gaze over his outfit while munching on a few of the nuts, finding that he certainly looked ready for a disco night at the club. His tall, slender frame was adorned in a shimmery, light blue button-up top that matched his eyes. He had paired it with flared white pants, silvery boots, and enough glittery eye shadow to effectively signal for help if he were ever stranded on a deserted island.
“Thanks for the offer, but I’ll pass.” I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “Maybe some other time, though?” I secretly didn’t want to go anytime, ever. They were always pestering me to go clubbing with them, but I hated clubs. I also wondered just how great this club could actually be, considering we were in the middle of bumfuck-nowhere Vermont.
“Girl, don’t be such an antisocial sasquatch! It would be good for you to go!” Lacey, my other roommate and best friend, chimed in. She popped her head out of the bathroom doorway to glare at me. “You’ve been studying way too hard lately, and the year has only just begun.” She was in the middle of applying her makeup, even though she didn’t need it. She was drop-dead gorgeous with or without the stuff. The elegant lavender dress she had on looked amazing against her chestnut skin, and her luscious black curls were clipped up in a half ponytail.
“Really, you guys, I’ve had a long day. All I want to do is eat a snack, curl up, and go to sleep. I’m sorry, but I’m being a boring antisocial sasquatch tonight,” I said while reaching down to pick up Pepper Paws, my sweet black and gray tabby cat. He let out a quiet meow as I snuggled his purry little body to my chest.
Lacey frowned as her dravite eyes took in the silent plea on my face. “Well, okay, but don’t you dare even consider skipping Amelia’s party tomorrow! There’s no way I’m letting you get out of that. You need to have some fun at some point!” She smiled warmly with a laugh.
“I second that. Don’t even think about skipping it, Missy!” William added while putting his hands on his hips and tapping his foot.
“Don’t worry, you guys, I’ll go.” I held a hand up while cradling my kitty with the other.
“You’d better,” William laughed.
“Alright, we’re heading out.” Oliver stood up and brushed off his groovy bellbottom jeans. Then he grabbed a goofy brown afro wig from the couch and placed it over his short chocolate waves. There was a pair of sunglasses tucked into his shiny red shirt, which he pulled out and placed over his eyes despite it being dark outside. “William’s spending the night at my place. And don’t forget, call if you need a ride again.” He pointed at me with a stern expression while opening the door, his wig bouncing as he did so.
A gust of cool night air caressed my skin as I saluted them farewell. “Will do.”
“See ya later, lovies!” William waved and blew kisses to both Lacey and me with a playful smile. The door clicked closed behind him, making it a lot quieter in the house.
“Well, Darrell’s taking me to some fancy mystery place for our five-year anniversary, so I won’t be coming home tonight either,” Lacey said. She looped a pair of silver dangle earrings through her earlobes while smiling about her date.
“Okay, I’ll be sure to lock the door then.” Loving amusement glimmered in my eyes as I watched her fuss with her dress. I was happy for her and Darrell. A tad bit jealous, but genuinely happy. “And happy anniversary, by the way!”
“Thanks.” She giggled, her voice light and playful.
Once she was gone, I fed the cats dinner and went upstairs to get ready for bed. My room was cozy and decorated with a weird combination of various skulls, plants, and crystals. I picked a few random pieces of cat hair off the oversized band tee I was wearing and tucked myself under the warm purple blanket draped across my bed. Pepper Paws and Esquire, William’s rather plump orange and white cat, prowled in to snuggle with me. Esquire’s rounded body struggled to claw its way onto the bed. I had to help him by lifting the purring little ball of gelatinous fluff up.
I laid there, staring up at my ceiling, lost in thought as the darkness surrounded me. The cats happily kneaded the blanket with their cute little razor claws, while I pondered my questionable life decisions... Maybe I should have gone to the club with William and Oliver? It would be nice to meet someone after all.
It was unlikely that I’d ever find a good match at a place like that, though. I suffered from crippling crowd anxiety, and my style was sort of bland yet somewhat gothic. My antisocial tendencies would surely make any club guy hit the road quicker than I could blink once he got to know me. However, I was lonely, and I wished to meet someone special. My thoughts drifted to that beautiful yet bizarre man I’d met at the library and our quick yet awkward interaction. I sighed, feeling a bit embarrassed. I gave the cats a gentle pat on their heads, then I drifted off to sleep, lost in my secret pirate fantasy.
“Gwendolyn...” A deep voice, smooth and rich, called from within the darkness of my subconscious mind.
The slumbering spell I was under broke with a sudden jolt. I sat straight up, gasping like a frightened goose. It felt as though I were waking from a terrifying nightmare. Sweat clung to my forehead and my heart pounded in my chest. My wide, confused eyes darted in every direction to take in my unfamiliar surroundings, discovering that I was no longer in my bedroom and was, in fact, in a goddamn nightmare.
Oh, shit! Have I been abducted!?
The room looked like some sort of dingy medieval dungeon. The crumbling stone walls were embellished with old weaponry, and sinister skulls were tucked away into dark crevices. Cobwebs decorated the cracks and corners, with their black many-legged occupants creepily crawling around them. There was no furniture, only a large yet dim ring of low flames circling around me. The flames hissed and twisted while they rose from the stone ground, burning as though fueled by some sort of dark ensorcellment. The thick air smelled of smoke and earth, making me feel suffocated and dizzy.
I tried to stand up to search for a way out, but I was prevented from doing so. Looking down, I realized my wrists were shackled to the floor by thick metal chains, allowing me only enough room to kneel... and also that I was completely naked. Naturally, I freaked the fuck out and struggled against my restraints. They rattled as I yanked and cursed, finding that they were deeply secured to the floor. While I continued to fight my binds, a deep, sinister chuckle echoed right outside the flaming ring. I froze in place, eyes wide with terror.
“My sweet little Buttercup,” a man devilishly purred while emerging from the shadows and into view.
Oh my fucking god...
My blood ran ice cold and my breath froze in my lungs. The being before me had me questioning whether or not this could be reality. The frantic pounding in my chest seemed to drown out all other noise as I stared at the otherworldly sight in utter shock. He looked exactly like that weirdo I had met earlier at the library; however, he now appeared as a diabolical visitant.
His powerful frame was taller, sinewed with muscle that looked carved by centuries of battle rather than the modern world. Two black horns twisted from his head, flicking up at the tips. The same long dark hair now cascaded down his back, flowing between two massive dragon-like wings with spiky horns jutting from the joints and tips.Those beautiful golden eyes I’d admired back at the library were now glowing like two enchanted embers ready to hypnotize unsuspecting victims with their beauty.
Everything about him was forbidding, even his tattoos. Across his broad chest was a black sun burning in an eternal eclipse. Its rays were jagged, dripping downward in rivulets of void-black ink that branched across his ribs and wrapped like thorned roots around his back and hips. The sun’s center was hollow, but within that emptiness, the negative space took the shape of an open maw. Jagged teeth were layered in rings, like something from the forgotten deep.
The tattoos moved with the contours of his body, alive in their stillness. Just beneath his jawline, I got a full view of the horned skull that snarled on his throat. Its jagged teeth were gnashing as if ready to tear into its enemies flesh. Its horns curled downward toward his collarbones, splitting into spiked tendrils that wrapped around his trapezius muscles like twisted vines. Coiling slightly over his right pectoral and down his right arm was a seven-eyed serpent. Each eye was different as they peered from along the serpent's spine, seeming to watch me even when he did not. One was like a goat’s, one like a cat’s, one entirely black and cracked like glass, and so on. Its body was a maze of demonic runes, winding around itself in impossible ways, the tail vanishing into his forearm.
Another intricate tattoo webbed down from his left shoulder and along his bicep.This tattoo looked carved more than drawn. Each line was deep and layered, almost textured like a raised scar. It looked as if someone had injected black ink straight into his veins. It menacingly twisted over some of his other tattoos like an invasive vine, all of which were also black and depicted occult symbols and images of death.
Slowly, he stepped toward me, the dim flames flickering all around his nude, muscled body. They licked at his skin but did not burn him as though the fire itself was worshiping his unholy magnificence. Flickering shadows accentuated each sensual ridge and plane of his powerful figure, moving to highlight a new area with each menacing step he took. He held an upside-down skull in one hand and his massive erect cock in the other. His infernal eyes gazed down upon me with both burning lust and dark malice. I stared back up at him in terror, the tension between us seeming to form some sort of unseen cord pulling us together.
Is this the moment I die?
I wanted to scream and tried to back away, but the restraints held me in place. He ominously crouched down in front of me, the licentious glint in his gaze betraying his emotionless expression. I felt small and helpless as his strong, inked thighs flexed on either side of me. It was then that my eyes fell to the abominable appendage between his legs—I nearly died on the spot. Black bumps and ridges adorned the underside and base, adding to its massive, foreboding presence. The tattoos on his hips extended along the sides of it like sharp striations of black mist curving around the impressive girth.
Oh, snap-dang! That’s no ordinary dick!
My breathing became strained and uneven while a long black claw leisurely trailed up from my collarbone, across my jawline, and to the bottom of my chin. Then he grabbed my face with his large, tattooed hand and forcefully tilted my head back.
“Open your mouth,” he commanded darkly.
In no flippin’ way did I want to obey him, but I found myself doing it anyway out of fear for my weak and pathetic life. The sound of my shaky breath mingled with the crackling of the flames while my lips reluctantly parted. His clawed hand raised the skull up far above my head. He began slowly pouring a mysterious dark red liquid out of it and into my mouth, speaking in some sort of freakish language as he did so. I flipped out and tried to thrash away, but he held my face in a bruising grip.
The taste of wine danced upon my tongue. I choked and sputtered, relieved that it wasn’t blood or his cock, yet refusing to swallow any of it. It filled my mouth and poured down my chin and breasts in a glistening scarlet stream, pooling on the stone floor between my legs. He abruptly threw the skull against the wall, shattering it with the red liquid splattering everywhere. Not once did he look at the mess he’d made. His burning eyes stayed only on me. His hand reached out to fondle my wet breast, using his thumb to seductively swirl over my nipple.
He pushed my face back with such strength that I fell onto my butt. I let out a little yelp of pain that seemed to amuse him, judging by the brief, wicked smirk gracing his lips. I tried my best to wipe the wine from my mouth with my shoulder, keeping my wary gaze locked on the beast before me. Swiftly, he grabbed my right foot and dragged me closer to him. Without breaking eye contact, he slowly licked from my ankle, up the inner side of my leg to my knee, and kissed it once. His face was devilishly handsome as he flashed me a wicked grin that revealed a set of pearly-white fangs.
“Are you afraid, Buttercup?” His voice came as a deep, silky purr, yet the tone was laced with pure evil. Oh, I was afraid. So afraid that no words would leave my mouth. I just stared up at him in silent, dumbstruck horror. He wrapped his hand around my throat with force, choking the breath from my lungs. “Answer me,” he growled with a sneer, then loosened his grip.
“Y-Yes.” The broken word was a faint whisper. Tears welled in my eyes while my chest heaved up and down.
“Good,” he chuckled with a malevolent smile.
I watched anxiously as his clawed hands cupped the rounded knolls of my breasts, their touch delicate. Each claw painted faint crimson streaks over my pale flesh as they trailed down my quivering stomach to my inner thighs. He growled low in his chest as he slowly glided one of his fingers up my slit, feeling how insanely wet I was.
Wait? How the living hell am I actually aroused right now?
He seductively licked his glistening finger and popped it into his mouth, enjoying my taste mingled with the wine. “I love how wet and ready you are for me. Do you know why that is?” he asked in satisfaction with my body’s response to him. All I could do was shake my head because I was such a conflicted, hot mess. I didn’t have the slightest idea how any of this was happening or why a sudden inferno of desire was burning between my legs. Luckily, he didn’t try to strangle a verbal answer out of me this time.
“Well, I do.” He leaned next to my ear so I could feel his scorching breath fanning my skin. His hand pressed onto the floor next to my head, causing his bicep to flex beautifully. “It’s because you’re a very naughty little buttercup who secretly wants to be fucked senseless by a big bad demon.” A low, clicking growl vibrated in his throat. The sound was utterly inhuman… demonic. He danced his fingers around my entrance and gently nibbled on my lobe.
Oh dear god, help me...
He roughly kissed my ear and down my neck. His hands seized both of my thighs and spread them apart. I tried to close them out of instinct, but he growled out a vicious-sounding warning, causing me to quickly comply with his unspoken command. With diabolical hunger, he leaned down and dipped his face right into my core. I couldn’t help but gasp as his soft lips began to passionately press hot, open-mouthed kisses to my most sensitive area. The tip of his sinful tongue danced around my entrance before sinking inside to greedily lap at my arousal.
I bit my lower lip to snuff out the moans that threatened to escape. Tight knots were building within my stomach, and hellish heat was burning through my core. My eyes made the mistake of traveling down to the horned, raven-locked head feasting between my legs. I felt myself grow even wetter at the erotic sight and snapped them shut.
His lips fiercely wrapped around my swollen clit, and he sucked hard, forcing me to finally gasp from the intense pleasure. The knots in my stomach coiled like springs, creating a sensation that felt as if they might burst. My mouth fell open and my body went rigid. I was so close, teetering on the precipice of release. Yet, he seemed to know exactly when I was about to plummet off the edge. He stopped and teasingly trailed his kisses back up my stomach to my breasts, leaving me in a pathetic state of yearning.
“No...” The barely audible whisper escaped in frustration. My body cried from his absence at my core, making literal tears well up in my eyes.
His chest rumbled against my lower stomach in amusement. “What? Did you want me to make you come?” His breath was hot against my wet nipple, which was now glistening with his saliva.
I was unable to smother my wanton moans when his sharp fangs grazed over my hard nipples, taking his time to enjoy my body. His hot pink tongue lazily flicked over the right one, making me squirm beneath him. My back arched while they peaked needily up at him, loving being under his scorching touch. He roughly kissed back up my neck to my lips and shoved them open, forcing his intrusive tongue inside. The surrounding flames seemed to burn even hotter as he began devouring my mouth with dominance and passion.
His teeth caught my bottom lip, gently tugging before letting go. “Answer my question, Buttercup. Do you want me to make you come?” He grabbed a fistful of my hair with a sinister growl and licked up my jawline.
All of my common sense was thrown right out the damn window. Any fear I had felt was now replaced with burning hot desire for this... man? Demon? Whatever he was, I desperately wanted more of him. In an almost animalistic way, he started growling and gnashing his teeth while gently nipping at my neck. That’s when I felt the tip of his monumental cock pressing against my entrance.
“Well?”
“Yes... please,” I stammered, my heart racing.
White-hot pleasure seared through my body and blinded my sight as he pressed his massive, rock-hard erection inside me. All the breath left my body. The scorching length and girth of him stretched my inner walls like nothing ever had before. Each groove and bump stimulated all the perfect places as he sank in, causing my eyes to roll back into my skull. His hips ground against mine, moving deeper and deeper with each sensual movement until he was buried to the hilt.
Wicked golden eyes shifted to lock onto mine. His cock remained in place while he threaded his fingers through my hair, possessively grabbing a fistful at the back of my skull. “Scream for me, Buttercup,” was all he said right before thrusting back and slamming his hips forward. And oh boy, did I scream. My voice echoed off the walls, overwhelmed by the pure combination of pain and pleasure ripping through me as he began pounding like an absolute fiend. I wasn’t a virgin, but my god, was he big .
The light of the flames gilded our entwined sweaty bodies as my hips arched up to meet his. He growled and groaned while powerfully thrusting into me, building up to a relentless pace. Strong arms wrapped around my back and pulled me closer to his chest in a suffocating grip. I tried reaching up to touch him, but my hands were still shackled, leaving me completely at the mercy of this obscene display of masculine muscle and demonic dominance. He grabbed another fistful of my hair and tilted my head back, continuing to fuck me like an absolute savage. His lips sucked violently against my exposed neck while his fangs grazed threateningly over the soft flesh. It was as though he wished to sink those fangs deep into my pulsing veins.
The speed of his relentless pounding was inhuman, making the heat in the pit of my stomach tighten all the quicker. He let out a loud, vicious-sounding growl directly into my ear. It was so deep and primal, haunting and otherworldly, that it sent me surging into the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. Waves of blazing sparks twisted up my spine and burned across my skin. I screamed and violently shook. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and my toes curled. He growled again while his thick, fiery seed scorched my inner walls, filling me up with his essence.
My eyes drifted closed and my trembling, sweaty body stayed limply tucked beneath his imposing demonic frame for a moment, as I struggled to catch my breath. His wings fluttered as they fell to either side of us, the sharp spikes gently scraping against the stone floor. I felt his soft lips lay a tender kiss on my cheek... and then my eyes popped wide open as though I’d been jarred awake.
Wait? I’m back in my bed?
My heart pounded wildly as I warily looked around the dark room in utter confusion. The silvery moonlight softly beamed over the peacefully sleeping kitties beside me. Everything was once again silent and still.
That was all just a dream? What the fuck? It had seemed so real and vivid...
And I was definitely going to have to change my panties.