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“Put me down! Put me the fuck down!”
You struggle in the grip of the monster, his scourge stricken frame strong and unfazed by your angry fists on his back. The village thought sacrifice would mean the end of the curse. That a young maiden would appease the hungry beast. A primitive tactic, but humans are desperate, stupid creatures. So, they selected you, tied you to a rock on the outskirts of the ruined city, a post-apocalyptic backdrop while you screamed their end, promised revenge, cried until your limbs fell slack against the giant boulder. “Just think of the good you are doing,” they’d said. “A martyr for Lucis.”
“Martyrs die willingly,” you spat back, a murderous glare flashing across your deep brown eyes.
And then you were alone, a thin, red dress sitting delicate on your body, moving ever so lightly in the cool breeze of night. Sheer and hiding nothing, it hugs you like the finest silk, complimenting your skin with crimson hues. The picture of grace and seduction, voice hoarse from shrieking for help.
And then he came, noiseless, a shadow in the inky night. Standing well over six feet tall, he towers over your prone form, fangs glinting in the darkness. Curled, thick horns protrude from his forehead, arching behind him in graceful lines and curves. A man once existed behind those crystalline honey eyes. You remember thinking that as his gaze roams over you, broad chest heaving as he breathes in the scent of you. Fingernails had become claws, scourge moved through his veins, crept along his flesh, covered the top half of his face. Completely unclothed, he stalked towards you, until he was inches from your face. Tears streamed down your face, the promise of a quick death the only hopeful thing on your tongue. “Just kill me,” you’d begged, rope digging into your wrists. “Just kill me and leave.”
He reached out, tugging your hair harshly, almost on accident. If he weren’t this unsightly creature, you could have almost mistaken it for a caress, playing with your curls between thumb and forefinger. His thick thighs flexed, elongated legs contorted until he stands on the ball of his feet, nearing seven feet once he was up close. You shivered as his warm body leaned into the night-cooled softness of your torso, his long, grey tongue slick against your throat. “P-please,” you whimpered, turning away from him. “Just do it.”
Instead, he slashed your bindings with a snarl, catching you before you fell to the stone-strewn ground, and tossed you over his shoulder, carting you away into the daemon-filled terrain. “N-no! Let go! Let go!” But he showed no signs of caring or even that he still understood your native tongue. The faint lights of the city faded into the background as you pounded against him, kicking frantically. “Help me! Help me!” No one was coming to save you.
Now, still slung over his shoulder, you’d grown accustomed to the stench of him. At first sour, it now reminds you of a dying campfire and earth under all the sweet rot. Approaching a massive cave set deep into the side of a gargantuan rock formation, he rumbles low in his chest, almost as if he is excited to be home. His grip on you tightens as he scales the jagged rockslide tumbling out of the cave. His tangled hair brushes your cheek softly. Under the scourge, you can almost make out a muddled tattoo, stretching down both arms. Wings, perhaps. You slump against his sinewy back, all cried out. What is this? Why isn’t he tearing me into pieces? Or does he only do that in his mildew-ridden cave?
Entering the damp cave, the daemon makes his way towards the further most alcove. Blue crystals glow dimly along the floor in clusters. They almost make you feel at ease, emitting a soft, radiating calm. Dropping you unceremoniously onto the ground, he steps back, squatting beside a cluster. His fingers are surprisingly nimble given their current state and he quickly fixes a knocked over crystal, placing it back amongst its brethren. A chill runs down your spine, the cave doing nothing to warm you up, and you tuck the dress around yourself. Two slits run up your thighs, exposing your goose bump-coated skin to him. Nothing more than an offering to a deity with no remorse. His eyes linger for too long on your curves, dark and curious, like a cat unsure if he should pounce or not. He stares intensely as you move to cover yourself, his gaze piercing. “What do you want?” you whisper, arms folded across your chest. You know what he wants.
Nothing stops you from taking note of his arousal hanging heavy between his legs. It looks normal enough if you can get past the color, mottled grey and thick as a tree trunk. You swallow dryly, gaze flicking back up to him. “Are you going to kill me?” you ask once more, trembling under his heady stare.
No response. He looks hungry, but I am not sure I want to know for what. With a bit more self-assuredness, you ask again. Still nothing. “Why am I here?” you shout accusingly. Something in him changes, fear shooting into your gut. Scooting back quickly as he stands, you apologize, averting your eyes. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! D-don’t!”
He curls his palm under your chin, holding your jaw tightly as he kneels in front of you. Panicking inwardly, you sit as still as possible, inhaling sharply as he turns your face back to him. “I-I shouldn’t have raised my voice. I won’t do it again,” you whisper, wincing. “I’m sorry. Forgive me.”
He still doesn’t answer, studying your features with a feral sharpness unlike any you’ve seen before. A small squeak leaves your parted lips as he dips his head down, nuzzling against your throat again. Pulse racing, you close your eyes, waiting for all-consuming pain to envelop you. He backs you up against the cave wall, tugging at the weak fabric of your dress. The sound of it tearing fills the cave as he rips it away from your torso in one fell swoop, your chest vulnerable to him and his still mysterious desires. You instinctively try to shy away, but he pins your arms above your head, growling at you, almost like a question, the inflection asking do you understand? You whimper, squirming as he fondles your breasts, claws nicking your tender skin. The tattered ruby dress pools at your waist as he continues to palm at you without an ounce of gentleness.
“Careful,” you breathe shakily, every part of you screaming to flee, to kick and thrash wildly. “I’m n-not like you. I break more easily.”
Maybe that’s what he wants. The daemon growls softly, illuminated by the crystals like something out of a legend. There’s a strange emotion in his eyes, like he knows what he is doing is wrong, but he can’t help it. His arousal bobs in his lap as he moves closer, brushing your thigh. You flinch at his touch, clamping your legs shut. Taking note immediately, he wrenches them apart, pushing aside the sheer dress. “Don’t, don’t,” you utter quietly, shaking your head. “Not so rough. I’ll… I’ll do it. Just not so rough.” Why are you even bothering, he can’t understand you.
Taking hold of the underside of your knees, he pulls you forward, pressing his hips between your quaking legs. “How do I make you listen?” you stutter, wriggling. Your cheeks flush as the head of his monstrous cock slides across your clit. He ruts forward, not quite realizing he isn’t inside of you in his eagerness. “Easy, easy,” you croon, trying to appeal to that semblance of who he was glittering behind those caramelized eyes. “Easy…”
His head snaps up at your voice and you see the desire to silence you light up his face. But he slows his hips, the hands wrapped around your waist loosening their iron grip. “There you go,” you breathe, exhaling softly, relaxing against the floor. “Gentle now…”
The daemon lets out an impatient whine, brow knitted as he licks his fangs, scourge dripping off his lip, down his chin. You sit up on your elbows as gradually as possible, trying not to startle him. “I’m gonna touch you now, okay?” you whisper, reaching for his face. “It’s okay…”
His gaze narrows as your fingers brush his cheek, breath hitching. “It’s all right. I won’t hurt you. So, you won’t hurt me, yeah? It’s okay, just be gentle.” His deep, rumbling breaths make his chest swell as he nudges your palm, leaning into your touch. You can’t help but let a flicker of a smile tug at the corners of your mouth. He’s no monster. Just a frightened animal, no, man, pushed to aggressiveness by his most firmly rooted instinct. The daemon tries to sink his length into you, pushing his cock against your inner thigh with a stilted groan. You nod, parting your legs for him, laying back on the cool earth.
His eyes gloss over with lust at the sight of your glistening sex, his clawed hands moving down your hips, stopping just shy of your clit. You inhale shakily, biting your lip as he yanks the remaining shreds of your dress away, tossing it aside. Bare before him, you can’t help but feel warmed by the taboo nature of this coupling. Woman and daemon, sin incarnate, damned by the very seed you are realizing you crave. He grunts, pleased by how you react to his touch. There is no reverence as he pries your legs open even further, lifting your hips up off the ground to inspect this new territory.
“Do you like this?” you murmur as he sets you back down. He is quiet as he lines himself up with you again, focused on your face as he sinks into your plush heat with a quick thrust. Your mouth opens in a silent moan as he fills you, painfully thick and with no easing you into it. Falling back into his animalistic tendencies, he begins fucking you forcefully, growling as he gropes each breast, using them to hold you still as he pumps his enormous arousal into your slick sex. He bucks furiously atop you, enraptured by the way you pant under him, trying desperately to grow used to his cock, to no avail. Your breasts sway in tandem with his violently passionate fuck, nipples grazing his chest as he leans in, licking a sticky trail along your jaw, his tongue finding its way past your lips. Your eyelids flutter as he cuts off your oxygen for a moment, wrists held down at your sides tightly.
When he pulls back, he whines again, a needy sound, full of yearning and something far more sincere as he lets go of your wrists. You smile as best you can given the circumstances, swiping scourge off his chin with your thumb. “I want to try something.” Pulling him close, you kiss him, finding more fang than lip. He’s confused, his pace uneven, distracted by your gesture. “Kiss me,” you breathe. “Like this.”
You try once more, cupping his cheeks with your shivering hands, the taste of scourge on your tongue, spicy and bitter. His shoulders tense at the kindness of your touch, relaxing as he finds his rhythm once more, realizing you aren’t trying to hurt him. He closes his mouth, trying to kiss back sloppily, a nod at his human side shining through. It’s messy, more scourge than anything, smeared across your cheek and chin, but he tries nevertheless, pushing his cock deeper into you, until you feel he could tear you in half. “Easy, easy,” you croon breathlessly, pleasure beginning to overtake the pain of his arousal. “That’s it… Good boy. Easy…”
He nips at your chest playfully and then with more heat when he hears you moan at his hot mouth on your pert nipple. You arch into him, holding his head to your chest as he teases you with his tongue, his climax approaching. A fiery need overwhelms him as his cock twitches inside of you. The need to fill you, to see you shaking with his seed spilling out of your spent cunt, to see your womb swell with his unholy offspring. It’s all he can think of as he pulls you up flush against his chest, bouncing you on his cock with a snarl, biting down on your shoulder. His fangs don’t break the skin, but they come damn near close, drawing a protracted moan from you as you cling to him for dear life. His giant hands cup your ass, moving you up and down his length. This is unlike any man you’ve ever laid with before. He goes so deep, stretches you so wholly, and there isn’t a motive behind it. There aren’t politics or unspoken feelings. Just a beast and his beauty, sweaty and frantic and aching in the pale glow of the crystals. He feverishly groans, feeling you clench around him as you come, nails digging into his shoulder blades.
“A-ah! Fuck! Fuck!” You collapse against him, breathing heavily, toes curling as a wave of pleasure engulfs you, sending your mind reeling. He is close behind, hissing sharply in your ear as he spills into you, his lips slick with scourge as he finds your mouth, trying to kiss you again. Your noses bump as you fumble to taste each other, wanton moans swallowed by his mouth. He stays in you long after you both come down from the high of your orgasm, laying down with you on top of him, listening to his stuttered heartbeat. You find comfort in the hardness of his body, the way his claws tangle in your curls, like he wants to be more intimate but can’t remember how. I’ll teach him. There has never been a coupling so pure, so wordlessly innocent. Whoever he was in his former life is gone, but his humanity is holding steady, a thin gold vein running along the side of his otherwise charcoal heart.
The daemon sighs contentedly as you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, your body stained with grimy, black hand prints, his cock softening inside of you. Sleep tugs at your consciousness, your mind buzzing with thoughts but too tired to keep up the effort. He stares at the ceiling, the crystals now pulsating around you both, as if feeding off the energy in the cave. Spent, you succumb to your exhaustion, his strong arms winding their way around you. “Mine,” he snarls, squeezing you tightly to his chest. “Mine now.”