Page 55 of Unbinding the Demon
He fiercely ripped my panties right off my body. My eyes widened as he threw the tattered material to the ground. It looked like a fucking bear had shredded them. As he knelt down behind me, his hands clasped my butt cheeks. I shivered in anticipation as his mouth sucked and nipped its way up my inner thigh, trailing his tongue to my center.
“Oh, oh my... Ashton, oh!”I moaned and squealed while gripping the cold stone for dear life.
He devoured my pussy like it was his favorite dessert, thrusting his hot, silky tongue deep inside and applying vigorous pressure to all the right places. My heart raced and my legs wobbled. My fingernails clawed at the headstone, scraping away little trails in the thin layer of dried moss. The pressure swiftly built between my legs, intensified by the fact that this was happening in such a forbidden location. Knowing exactly what to do to push me over the edge, he wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked mercilessly. I gasped and thrashed while he drank my release with an insatiable thirst.
He slowly kissed his way over my butt and up along my back until his mouth was sucking just under the choker. His lips lingered over the scar he’d left, sending faint tingles throughout my body. It felt like I was being both electrified and set on fire at the same time by his sinful assaults. One of his hands reached up, and he wove his fingers through my hair, then roughly pulled my head back. His other hand glided up my side and around to my breasts. I gasped when something sharp nicked the top of my left tit. I tried to look down to see what it was, but he kept his grip on my hair, keeping my head facing upward.
My bra was abruptly ripped off, releasing my breasts with a bounce so that I was only wearing my stockings, garter, and boots. He let go of me, leaving me in a quivering heap, desperately clinging to the tombstone. I heard him unzip his pants, and I bit my lower lip in anticipation. His fingers slowly glided back over my weeping pussy lips, and he purred in approval. “Are you ready to get the life fucked out of you, Buttercup?”
“Ashton, p-please...”I whispered while shaking my head.
He paused his salacious assaults on my body. “I’m sorry. I don’t think I heard you.” He grabbed the chain and pulled hard. “I fucking asked you a question, Buttercup!Are you ready to get the life fucked out of you!?”
“Yes! Please, Ashton! Fuck me!” I shouted as he pulled the chain back even further, choking a strangled cry from my lips.
He withdrew his fingers and sucked my arousal from them. “Good girl.”
The tip of his cock pressed against my entrance in an instant, then he began to vehemently thrust deep inside of me. I gasped and sputtered, not having enough time to adjust to his colossal size. He growled as he roughly pulled the chain back, choking me, and to my surprise, heightening my pleasure. As his large hand massaged my left breast, it felt like he was spreading something warm and wet all over it. I moaned and screamed while gripping the cold stone for dear life. I was in love with the sensuous feeling of him stroking my inner walls and pounding against my womb. The muscles in my lower stomach clenched as white heat seared throughout my body. I passionately screamed out into the dark night in disorienting pleasure as I leaned weakly over the stone, jolting back and forth with each thrust of his hips. Tears trickled down my face from the magnitude of it all.
Ashton pulled out and turned me around, then he lifted my butt up so I was sitting on the headstone. Two of his fingers shoved inside me and began vigorously rubbing along my g-spot. He knelt down and began to lick and suck on my left breast, torridly lapping away at whatever was on there. I squeezed my legs around his torso, granting him better access to my core, and wrapped my arms around his head. My fingers tangled themselves in his soft hair, causing a low, almost predatory purr to vibrate out of him.
As I deliriously clutched him, another orgasm came crashing over me in tingling waves. His mouth trailed up from my chest, lingering along my neck, and then up to my lips. My senses were bombarded with a sweet metallic taste as he forced his tongue into my mouth. My eyes grew wide at the realization that it was blood—he had been smearing blood all over my boobs.
I broke the kiss, panting as I leaned back a bit. “Wait... are you, are you drinking myblood?”I managed to ask while catching my breath.
He chuckled sinisterly and ran the tip of his nose up along the bridge of mine with a lustful growl. “How can I not when the sweetest wine flows through your veins?” He tugged on the chain and slowly licked my cheek.
Oh damn... This Nosferatu motherfucker is at it again.
He lifted me up with my legs still wrapped around him and sat down on the ground. I gasped as he pulled me over his cock, sheathing himself within my heat. The feeling of being stretched and filled completely by him was euphoric. I weakly wrapped my arms around his neck, bracing myself for the thrusting. But he stayed still. My face slowly lifted with confusion as I looked into his lustful eyes. I grew impatient and tried to bounce myself on his shaft, but my legs were too lethargic and noodly.
He stilled my lame attempt at riding him by grabbing my cheek. “Shhh, be still. Just enjoy the feeling of me inside you.” His soft lips found mine in a feverish kiss, with him filling me with his thick, fiery flesh.
His tongue licked across my lips, then he began trailing kisses along my neck, lingering on my scar.“Ashton, please...”I held onto his shoulders and pathetically tried to grind myself against him again. I loved the feeling, yet I was tortured by it. I needed him to slam me silly.
“Be still,” he commanded in a deeper-than-normal voice, causing me to freeze while gazing at him in hot, needy bewilderment. He bit down on his finger, somehow making a surprisingly clean cut and drawing blood. “The moon is ruled by the dark goddess, Lilith, on this Hollow’s Eve.” Using his bleeding finger, he began to paint an inverted pentagram on my chest, with the bottom point resting between my breasts. He lowly muttered something in a weird language that I assumed was Finnish, but I wasn’t sure. “My crimson benediction is that when the dawn of truth finally breaks, you will deny your invidious imprecations that may leave me lovelorn, and allow me to fully make you my consort of evil. Allow me to worship you as my nocturnal goddess, flushed and gilded in sin. May my cock be your throne, and my blood be your wine forevermore.” He shoved his bloody finger into my mouth. “That is my plea to the dark goddess.”
I didn’t need to ask, “what the actual fuck are you talking about?”because the look on my face said it all. Then my expression turned into one of surprise, as I savored his oddly spicy but sweet blood. Before I could think too much about it, he leaned forward and laid me down on the cold, damp ground, right in front of the headstone over the grave. I held onto his head, gripping his thick, soft hair for dear life as he began to pulverize my weeping pussy with his throbbing dick. My screams were twice as loud as they had been earlier, ringing through the ghostly silence of the night. They overpowered the wet slaps from our bodies aggressively slamming into one another and his deep, almost inhuman growls.
“Scream for me, Buttercup. Scream as I terrorize your tight little dripping cunt,” he whispered viciously into my ear and yanked on the chain, causing me to gag.“Who do you belong to!?”he roared as he picked up the pace.
“You! Holy fuck! I belong to you!”White-hot pleasure ripped through my veins, sending rapturous tremors of ecstasy through me. Tears streamed down my temples as I clenched violently around him. He muffled my screams by claiming my lips with a dominating kiss. He snarled into my mouth and bit my lower lip with a particularly sharp-feeling tooth, drawing the slightest bit of blood. His tongue licked away the small crimson droplets as if it truly were the sweetest wine he’d ever tasted. His thrusting got faster and more ferocious, pounding my trembling body into the cold, damp ground, further defiling the grave of poor old Clarence P. Whittlestone.
The sound of the wind howling through the trees joined the symphony of Ashton’s growls and my moans. He held me tighter, and my walls clamped down hard around him as I rode out the waves of my orgasm. His body became rigid as he gnashed his teeth next to my ear like a feral animal. My eyes rolled into the back of my head from the blissful sensation of his burning, liquid claim pouring into my inner chalice.
Dead leaves blew around us as we laid there, panting and sweating. I was a disheveled, enervated mess with useless limbs. The scar on my neck pulsed, as though electricity was crackling over it. He remained on top of me, leaning on his forearm to not crush me with his massive weight. The mist swirled around our glistening bodies, offering cooling relief to my pyretic flesh. My soft, bloodied breasts heaved against his hard chest as I looked up at him and gently placed my trembling hand on his cheek.
“You know, having sex on someone’s grave is very immoral. I’m probably going to end up in hell because of you,” I said with a breathy giggle.
A malevolent grin lit up his face as he leaned into my touch. “I hope so,” he purred and then crashed his lips back onto mine.
I wrapped my arms around Ashton’s neck like a sleepy sloth holding onto a tree branch as he carried me bridal style up the porch steps. He placed a tender, lingering kiss on my lips and then set me down on my feet. My legs wobbled a bit, but his hands steadied me. “Are you sure that you don’t want to come home with me tonight?” he asked while pulling a crispy brown leaf from my messy hair.
“I’m sure. I’ve spent the last five nights at your place, and Lacey told me that Pepper Paws has been meowing in the night because he misses me.”
“Alright, sleep well then, and I’ll see you tomorrow.” He smiled and pulled me into a loving hug.
“Good night, Ashton.” I smiled back up at him. We kissed goodbye, then I went inside.
