Page 15 of Unbinding the Demon
Most of my ghostly existence in this world had been spent dwelling in the shadows of the manuscript-lined walls of the library, smuggling away the books I found interesting to this old abandoned house. I sometimes wandered out to the shrouded groves of lamenting spruce to accompany Belzar whenever he’d scamper through the dark forest. I often had to keep him from catching and mauling too many unsuspecting hikers. We couldn’t raise suspicion, after all.
Other than him, the only company I received was from the mages who only knew of my existence because they had been present on the night I was released. They’d try to coax me out from the shadows with secret rituals of blood sacrifice and irreverent chants. I cared not for such offensive things, only replying to their buffoonery on occasion with vicious condemnations while still invisible to their eyes. Eventually, my attention shifted. I began searching through those countless manuscripts in the library for any shred of information that might be applicable to my damning situation. I found nothing but the blasphemous grimoires of impertinent mages and Solomon shit.
There was, however, one book I knew of that had the knowledge I sought. In it hid the secrets of abyssal magic. The book had been used to unleash me from the dark, endless depths, and no doubt to poison the accursed dagger that had struck my shoulder. Within it also held the incantation to unbind my soul. It had been present the night I was released, but seemed to have disappeared without a trace. I even tried searching beyond the range of this land, only to discover that a magical barrier had been placed along the mountain ranges that encircle this accursed valley. It was invisible to the eye yet burned at the touch, making this small, foreign, human village my maddening tomb...I was bound, trapped, and doomed to die in this world.
But now that Gwendolyn was within my clutches, everything changed. She had allowed the rays of hope to slip through the cracks of my despondent soul, and I would stop at nothing to accomplish my plan. “Now that we have her, we must not rest until we find the book,” my eyes demonically glowed as I whispered.
“And once we have it, how will you convince her to perform the unbinding spell?”Belzar tilted his head with curiosity and licked his nose.
As easy as it might have been to force her to do it, the magic would never work that way. The spell had to be spoken with focus and a genuine desire for the outcome. A small, sinister smirk twisted across my lips as I thought of my plan. “I’ll just have to make her fall in love with me.”
With a puff of black smoke, I vanished into the dreamscapes, seeking out her slumbering soul. Since my power was mostly lost, I couldn’t see her innermost desires and darkest fantasies, so I brought her back to the dungeon from before. It took scarcely any effort to create and set the mood for what I had planned for my little buttercup.
Once again, I had her chained to the floor; only this time she was forced to lie facing the ground. There was a raised metal bar placed beneath her lower stomach, keeping her back arched and butt high in the air. Her knees were tied to the poles holding up the bar so that her thighs were spread for me. Shackles locked her arms far above her head, stretching her upper body forward so it remained pressed to the stones below. I drank in the sight of her fire-bathed curves and the dark rivers of her sprawled-out hair, purring in approval.
I fisted my swollen shaft while circling to where she could see my demonic form, slowly pumping up and down with my hand. My wings unwittingly spread and lightly flapped due to my instinct to impress the little female. Fear swam in her green eyes as she struggled to peer up at me, taking in the obscene display I’d created for her. I intended to fuck her senseless while in my demonic form each night in order to get her comfortable with my true appearance. I was going to have to reveal to her that I was a demon at some point, after all.
“Ash-Ashton?” she whispered meekly.
I malevolently chuckled, finding it amusing how I’d given her that human name. Without saying a word, I stepped behind her and knelt down. Her glistening cunt was blooming like the petals of the sacred shankhpushpi flower, her nectar already eagerly dripping down her inner thighs. A shiver of anticipation ran up her spine as my lips hovered a mere inch away from her center. My clawed fingers spread out over the rounded expanse of her ass, my thumbs further pulling her pussy lips apart for my viewing. I bared my fangs, enjoying the way she needily quivered under the caress of my hot breath.
The sound of her beating heart quickened, and my claws dug into her flesh. It wasn’t enough to break the skin, but I did not spare her from the pain. She whimpered as I breathed living lust into her core, causing her entire body to writhe with unbridled desire. My lips crushed against her softness, delving my tongue deep into the sweetness of her feminine chalice.
So long I had ignored my needs as a carnal beast, having been driven near madness while stuck in the abyss. My eyes glowed brighter and vitality coursed through my veins as I drank her in, worshiping every single drop she had to offer. Her moans echoed off the crumbling stone walls while I continued to feast, determined to stop at nothing until her love belonged to me.
7. Mourning Doves
Bright rays of morning sun streamed through the windows and kissed my face with their warming glow. The soft coos of mourning doves echoed through the room and filled my soul with a peaceful sense of joy. I sleepily smiled and stretched in the big comfy bed, enjoying that blissful feeling that only came the morning after being thoroughly fucked. I knew it had only been a dream, but wow, did it feel real. My eyes softly fluttered open... and then they widened in horror!
Oh no! No, no, please, no!
Quick as a flash, I jolted upright and glanced around the large antiqued bedroom, eyes crazed and hair wildly disheveled. My hands trembled with panic as I ripped the velvet coverlet off my body. Then my face contorted in sheer terror at the sight of what lay underneath. I was wearing only a large black T-shirt—Ashton’s large black T-shirt. Memories from the previous night came flooding back into my mind like the tidal waves of Armageddon.
Going to the party. The murder. Getting kidnapped by Ashton... Oh my god! I gnawed on his arm and tried to finger myself in the bathtub while he was sitting right there!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
I couldn’t tell which was stronger, the fear of being abducted by a killer or the crippling embarrassment. Quiet as could be, I climbed out of the bed and tiptoed to the window, hoping that I might climb out unnoticed. I peered beyond the diamond-paned glass, finding a small lake sparkling in the distance. It was draped in a blanket of thin mist and hidden just beyond a few gigantic oaks and yellowing birches that lined the edge of the huge overgrown yard. A scenic mountain range towered off in the distance, with more mist gently tumbling down its slopes.
There was a young maple tree standing closer to the house. The puffed-out grey chests of the little doves I’d heard while waking up were perched within its branches. I smiled at how cute they looked. They were still happily cooing and basking in the misty rays of sunshine that gleamed in between the leaves. My gaze then dropped to the ground below, and so did my smile. I was dauntingly high up with nothing to even consider climbing down with.
Shit.
Having no choice but to sneak out the front door, I began creeping across the room. The bedroom door was already open, no doubt so Ashton could monitor me as I slept. I peeked down the hallway and over the railing that overlooked the foyer. I had to get the hell out of this place before he realized I was awake, or else I very well could get murdered, too. There was no sign of him, so I held my breath andveryquietlycontinued to tiptoe over to the large staircase.
The old floorboards creaked in protest every now and then, causing me to flinch each time. I rounded the railing and descended the large curved stairs, taking one slow step at a time. My heart was pounding so painfully fast that I thought it might explode in my chest. Once I was halfway down, I could hear Ashton rummaging around in the kitchen. I eyed the front door and gulped. My foot carefully landed on the last step, and I knew that the moment had come. I had to make a run for it. There was no chance to be stealthy beyond this point. He would see me through the kitchen archway and hear the door as I made my mad dash. I was going to have to stay in a dead sprint once I got outside if I had any chance of escape.
Alright, here goes nothing. Deep breaths... 3...2...1...
“Woof, woof.”
Fuck, I’m dead.
Belzar came rushing out of the kitchen, greeting me with enthusiasm. His big bushy black tail wagged with joy as he barked and jumped up to lick my cheeks. I let out a small scream and flinched away, trying to keep his massive teeth away from my face. If he were any other dog, I would have easily recognized that he was just happy to see me, but I was highly intimidated by his wolf-like appearance.
“Oh good, you’re awake,” Ashton smiled with pleasure as he came into view from around the corner. He was still wearing only black sweatpants, but his long thick hair was now tied back in a neat braid. “Belzar, get down. You’re making her nervous.” The dog obeyed, stepping back with a soft whimper.
My face paled and my heart raced. I stood paralyzed, staring at him with wide eyes like a child who’d just been caught stealing a candy bar.Did he not notice that I was trying to escape?“Oh, um, good morning, Ashton. Thanks for letting me crash at your place.” I pointed to the door and took a few steps toward it. “I’m just gonna leave now.”
