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This is intended for mature audiences. Since I've learned that maturity is by no means proportional to age, I'll leave the actual judgement of whether you should read it up to you. However, I believe that anyone under 16 should not be reading it; I encourage those people to find another story to read or find another part of the site to go to.
"Do anything you can to break her," I said to him with a smile. "I trust you are man enough." To set the plan in motion, I lightly kissed his cheek. He nodded, turned, and left the room. I listened with a hint of cruel glee as I heard him turn the doorknob. But the sound of the door opening was washed out by a lovely, deep male voice behind me. How had he gotten in?
"...think it's perfectly fine to force your will on others just because you can?" he was asking.
"Not my will. It's his," I replied. Already I didn't like this stranger, but I couldn't place why. He was tall--taller than my sister--and he was leaning against the wall as if he had always been there. And when he spoke, his voice was the world.
"But would he act on it without you? You cannot be entirely blameless."
All sorts of emotion boiled inside me. "Fine! Then, yes it's right! Either do it, or it's done to you!" I snapped at him. I tried to calm myself down so I could think clearly. I didn't need to. He made some sort of motion with his hands, and I was suddenly tired. I knew what was happening... I couldn't lie down or he'd have me asleep... but my eyes were beginning to not work, and the world was shifting a little. I had to lie down. I couldn't lie down. Too late; I was already sliding down the wall I was leaning on.
When I opened my eyes again, I was in the middle of a lighted circle. It was orangey and slightly flickery, as if there was a fire somewhere, and the light from it was being directed to me. All around was black. Just black. Orange light, black floor, black shadows that dared sanity to try and chase them, and me. I closed my eyes, trying to hold a grip on reality--surely this had to be a dream--and I felt a presence. It was him, his breathing, his scent, his aura.
I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He towered over me, blood red translucent wings half-spread, black hair parted down the middle spilling over pointed ears and framing his square jaw in darkness. He was dressed in some sort of dark blue robe with gold trim and decoration. I didn't have time to look at it.
"Let's get started," he said, as if I were only there to complete some mission for him. At the sound of his voice, desire leaped in me--and fear. Real guys were fine, but I didn't want to be pregnant by a demon. I had to escape. Being on the floor, the only way was to roll. I rolled, and he just slid across the floor, always barely a foot away. I could see him silhouetted by the light. Somehow, I thought he was smiling.
He reached down, putting his claws through the satiny white dress I was wearing, and gently but swiftly pulled me up by the shoulders so I was standing. Good, I thought. I tried to run. That was just another mistake, because his claws were still on my shoulders, and he let them sink in and tear my dress. It fell around my ankles, and I knew I was trapped. I looked at his face. His eyes were glowing orange, and in that dim light I saw him look at my now-naked form and run the tip of his pointy tongue across his lips. I was terrified, but to be with him would be so nice!
Emotion danced inside me: fear rising to panic, and restrained lust driving to madness. I put this flood of power into my fight, but it wasn't enough. With every punch, kick, bite, and twist, claws grazed my skin, and another shred of willpower ebbed away in another drop of blood.
At last, I could barely swing my arm against him, my mind raging but my body a sad shadow of what it had been. He grinned as if mentally licking his lips in anticipation, then let his long narrow tongue dance over my body, washing me of my blood. Desire leaped obediently within me at that touch. Finished tasting of me, he reached out, took me by the waist, and pulled me closer.
Time slowed to a crawl. Every fiber in every limb ached to be one with him, yet it felt like I might explode at his first hot touch; I dreaded the end of it every moment of that slow journey.
When at last we became one, it was not with fiery hellish pain that I had expected, but a frighteningly pleasant warmth that made my hunger flow in time to its rhythmic motion. In a moment, there was no room for thoughts or fears, only that wonderful sensation.
He was better than any human. I closed my eyes to savor the moment. When I opened them again, he was gone, leaving me with only memories. Or so I had hoped, until I felt his demonic essence within my belly cooling, cooling until it was icy cold. I didn't want this! But there was no changing it as it stirred and grew, spreading, questing throughout my body with cold dark tendrils of icy panic. It grew until there was nothing left but this piece of hell inside me, only it and the shell of my body, my beauty. It turned claws to that, too, trying to break free, sending waves of chills running through my limbs as it clawed at the inside of my skin, trying to kill me for its own desire. I wouldn't let it! It could take my mind and my children and my soul, but I wouldn't let it have my beauty!
Then it started pounding my shoulder, and then I heard a bloodcurdling scream, and then I was awake with the very man I had sent to do my dark deed shaking the shoulder. "What happened? What's wrong? Wake up! Wake up!" he was saying. I realized I was the one screaming and stopped. "What's going on? Are you okay? It's all right. What's wrong?" he was repeating.
"It's you!" I yelled. "I know it! It was you! Just leave me alone!"
"What was me?"
"THAT!!" I got up, staggered past him, and somehow half-ran down the hall, nearly knocking my sister over. I was careful not to slam the bathroom door hard enough to break it, because I needed it locked. And then I heard the demon's voice.
"No, it wasn't him. It was me."
"Where are you?" I asked angrily. I couldn't see him anywhere.
"Satisfied," he said, and then added softly, "Remember it forevermore."
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