Page 56 of Unbinding the Demon
“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.
23. All Hollow’s Eve
The low circle of flames crackled around us. I was dangling upside down and naked in the usual eerie dreamland dungeon. Thick black ropes hung from large rusty hooks in the ceiling. They wound around the length of my legs, spreading them wide apart. My exposed pussy was at the perfect height for demonic dream Ashton’s mouth to devour, and he was, of course, doing just that. His big, clawed hands were squeezing my butt as he growled like a beast and ravenously lapped away at my arousal.
My weakened arms clung around his thick thighs as I tried to take the entirety of his cock into my mouth. My tongue swirled over the tip and flicked at the slit, absolutely loving his taste. I tried to swallow the whole monstrous thing, but he was so tall that I couldn’t reach the base with my lips from my tied-up position. I shakily moved one of my hands from his thigh and gripped it where my face couldn’t reach. A loud hiss escaped him. His front teeth grazed over my clit, with his fangs gliding along my outer lips.
I writhed in my restraints, moaning as I sucked him harder. He licked at my clit as I simultaneously pumped his cock. A crescendo of growls and muffled moans filled the dark room as we climaxed together. I sucked hard and swallowed all that I could, but some cum still dripped down the corner of my mouth. His mouth opened wide and covered the entirety of my pussy as he sucked and slurped at my release. My breathing was heavy, and my body heaved and quivered with aftershocks. He crouched down while trailing sloppy kisses along my body. His tongue circled my belly button before he slowly made his way down to my lips. His mouth pressed against mine as he kissed me Spiderman style while weaving his clawed fingers through my swaying hair.
After a minute, he broke the kiss with a deep purr. Then he stood up and began effortlessly slicing through the ropes with his claws. I was a bit surprised to have another one of these bizarre erotic dreams. This was the first one I’d had since that night at the club, and I suspected that my subconscious had put these strange fantasies to rest after my terrifying hallucination.
His large arms caught my awkward, floppy body as the final pieces of rope fell away. He carried me over to a stone bench that rested against the wall, affection twinkling in his golden gaze. Leathery wings wrapped snugly around us as he sat down with me on his lap, holding me against his firm chest. He gently trailed the side of a claw under my chin, lifting my face up to make me look at him.
“You don’t really find me awful and repulsive, do you, Buttercup?” His glowing eyes searched mine, revealing his apprehension as he awaited my answer.
I reached up to place my hand on his stubbly cheek, and then he placed his much larger hand on top of mine. I wondered why he would ask such a thing, considering he was just a figment of my whacked-out imagination. I observed the long black claws that gently rested over my fingers. They were incredibly sharp and talon-like, and could easily slice right into my tender, helpless flesh. It was only natural to feel sickened by such a sight.
But did I findhimawful and repulsive, though? “No, I suppose not.”
A relieved smile crossed his lips and his gaze softened with... admiration? Love, maybe? “Are you afraid of me? Of what I am?”
My eyes trailed up to his sharp, twisted horns, and then down to his soft, full lips that I knew concealed his razor-sharp fangs. But I wasn’t afraid to be in his arms and wrapped up in his spiky, dragon-like wings. In fact, I felt safe with him. “Well, you certainly look intimidating, but I’m not afraid of you.” I inwardly laughed at how silly it was to be having this conversation with a phantasmagorical, demonic version of Ashton.
“Good, I’m glad.” He brought my hand over to his mouth and kissed my palm. “Do you love me?” His face was calm and loving, but I could see a storm of trepidation swirling within his eyes.Did I love him?Could this be my subconscious mind’s way of confronting myself about my growing feelings for Ashton? I bit my lip as I gazed up at his anxious face, genuinely unsure of my answer.
He abruptly snarled, causing me to jump in fright. Anger flashed across his features as he latched onto me, holding me tight.“No! Fuck!”he growled, and then disappeared.
A large hand slapped over my mouth, startling me awake and causing my eyes to fly open. Fear surged through my being as I gazed up in confusion into wide, light blue eyes. “Shhh... Gwenny-love, it’s okay. It’s just me.” William’s face was looming right above mine with an unsettled expression. “Be quiet,” he whispered while removing his hand from my mouth.
“What the flying fuck, William? You’d better have a damn good explanation for waking me up like this!” I whispered, my voice low and rough, like a big old grouch. I narrowed my eyes in suspicion, wondering what he might be up to.
Lacey stepped out from behind him. Her hair was in a disheveled top bun, and she was wearing a dorky bed shirt with a picture of a cartoon frog playing the banjo. “There’s someone wandering around the yard, and there’s something really,reallyoff about them.” Her big doe eyes shifted around, looking downright frightened.
“Yeah, it’s freaky as fuck.” William’s wide, worried eyes stayed glued to mine in an almost creepy manner.
“What the hell? Are you serious? You don’t think it’s the serial killer,do you?” I slipped out from beneath my blanket, being careful not to disturb the cats.
“I don’t know. I doubt it. But I really don’t have a good feeling about them.” Lacey’s voice trembled as she peered out my window with a look of concern, searching for whoever was out there.
“You should come see.” William took my hand and then Lacey’s, too.
The three of us tiptoed hand in hand down the stairs in our pajamas. I peeked over my shoulder a few times because of the ominous feeling of being followed. Of course, I saw nothing, though. We crept across the dark living room like a gang of secret agents, then quickly stood with our backs flat against the wall, all in a row next to the window.
“William, you’re the man of the house, so you should look first,” Lacey whispered.
