4. Damned if you Do

Damned if you Do

I jerk upright, gasping in the hot, foul air, and clutch the tatters of my dress to me.

The demon watches me with his head cocked to the side. "Did you dream?"

Did I—"No."

He glares at me like he doesn't believe me.

"Humans dream."

"Sometimes. Not always."

I press my back against the wall, wanting both stability and to get away from him, at the same time.

But the movement sheds my dress from my knees.

My knees that are no longer bloody, but instead shimmer with an iridescent sheen over angry pink wounds.

When I touch the skin, that sheen is part of my skin now. I'm stained by his cum.

I wonder how long it lasts, but I don't ask.

"Do you really not have a name?"

He shakes his head. "What need have I of a name?"

"Well, Demon . I sucked your cock. Now let me go." I hope I sound more commanding than I feel. Weakness still sits heavily over my body.

His smile shows too many teeth. "No."

I stare at his mouth, lost in the glimmer for a moment too long before I hear what he said. "No?"

"Why would I let you go?"

"Because you said…" but he never said anything. I assumed, and now I'm worse off than I was.

I take a deep breath, even though I want to scream. "What do I need to do to get you to release me?"

"You'll do anything?"

"Yes."

He chuckles and then stands, moving away from me. "Liar."

Still clutching my tattered dress to me, I crawl over the edge of the slab and hiss when my feet hit the sharp and hot pumice again.

Everything here is pain.

I'd forgotten.

Tying the dress around me in a semblance of modesty, I let my gaze wander.

This place he has brought me is carved out of stone. An alcove high above the halo's vault, looking down on the darkly glowing answer to my unheard prayers.

It's too far to jump. I have too far to climb later to risk breaking bones, or worse, now.

But he doesn't stop me from going to the ledge and looking down.

There is a path that zigs and zags through the crumbling rock pillars.

A way down .

But this cavernous cutout is where he lives. A strange waiting room and guard shack made of stone.

What does a demon need when watching for pests to kill and thieves to apprehend?

He turns his back to me and I know it might be the only chance I get.

Teeth clenched against the sharp and cutting pain through my feet, I bolt for the halo. I jump down where I can, ignoring the spikes of pain through my bones as I do and for a half a moment, after I reach the bottom, I think maybe I'll manage it.

But he catches me before I've made it halfway to the plinth.

He barrels into me, crashing us to the ground and sending the crumbling stones flying.

My dress is beyond saving as he tears it away and forces my legs wide.

"I told you what would happen if you run." His cock presses against my pussy, warm head flush against me.

I stare at him, holding my breath and waiting for the inevitable invasion.

It doesn't come.

"Did you forget, pest?"

"Yes."

He snaps his teeth and draws his nose up the side of my jaw. "You remember now."

I swallow and a shiver flutters over my skin. "Yes."

Laughing, lowly, he presses himself up, all of his weight gone from me. "And are you going to run again?"

I hate that I miss that weight. I hate that I wish he would have just fucked me.

He sits back on his heels, hands on his thighs, cock hard. He watches me with a smile.

Because he already knows.

Maybe I'm a fool. Maybe I should have been caged like the other sinners who danced far above this place.

I turn away, scrambling to my feet, trying to run, but he pounces.

This time, he doesn't say anything as he drags me to the ground, as he takes control of my wrists and shoves my legs wide.

He doesn't say a word as he presses his cock inside of me and I wouldn't hear it over the moan that wracks through me.

My eyes roll back in my head and I fight… not to get away, to open for him, to take more.

"Do all saints crave sinning as much as you do?" He laughs as his teeth drag over the skin on my shoulder.

I can't answer. All I can do is try to find more space for him inside of me.

The metal pierced through him is hot against my flesh. Sharp, chirping cries tear through my throat when they finally force their way inside.

Tears stream from my eyes, but… I love every moment of it.

I love when his teeth find my nipple and he bites so hard, I know I'll bleed.

I love when his initial push turns into inquiring thrusts.

I don't for a moment think his tentative movements are for my sake. But I am grateful for them.

I want to feel all of this. I want to relish in it.

"What kind of saint spreads herself wider for defilement?" he says, laughing at me. "What kind of slut begs me under her breath while cursing me so that anyone might hear and think she's pure?"

I don't answer him, I breathe through the fullness inside of me.

"What kind of woman loves being fucked by a demon?"

Hands pinned above my head, I can barely move to pretend to fight him off.

"Don't lie to me, pest." He drags his claws down me, leaving red lines in their wake. "You wanted this. You didn't even hesitate to run."

His lips press against my throat and I arch at the sensation. "You love the way my cock fills you."

I do. But I'll be damned if I tell him that.

I'll be damned anyway.

"Keep that pretty mouth shut if you like. We both know I have better use for it than telling lies."

Even as the ground scrapes at my skin, I fight the potential delirium—this time from pleasure, not blood loss.

I whimper and shake as the nerve endings on my clit pinch tight.

And I let free a frustrated cry when he doesn't let me come.

There's a sadistic pleasure in his smile. "You have to ask for it, pet."

I want to, but I won't.

Shaking my head, I thrash against him. The need welling deep inside me is a different kind of pain.

Claws pressing into my skin, his hips bearing down into mine.

I hate him for being right about everything. I hate myself for wanting him.

My voice breaks when I say, "Please."

"Please what, pest?"

"Please let me come." I squirm, trying to get closer… get more. "Please fuck me until I scream and fill me with your cum."

He stills, tipping his head down to meet my eyes. "Is that what you want? Or are you lying to me again?"

I screw my eyes shut as desire draws the truth of my need from me. "Defile me, Demon."

Chuckling once more, the demon dips his head and licks the side of my face. "I'll defile you pest. And before I'm trough with you, you won't be fit to go back to the life you had before."

Hands tight around my wrist, he fucks me and I keep my eyes closed as pain turns to pleasure.

They fly wide again when his tail slips around my throat, tightening. My pussy tightens on him.

"I knew you like that." He laughs darkly against my skin. "I'm starting to think you'd like anything I did to you."

The more he squeezes, the closer I get, until his brutal thrusts and the tension around my throat bursts that bubble of pleasure.

My cries echo through the vault, joined by his dark laughter as he fills me.

"You're a demon's slut now, pest. Don't think you'll ever be able to forget, or escape, what you are."

I don't need to forget.

Even in this haze, I look at the halo.

Miracles require sacrifice.

"That is not for you." He tears a shred of fabric from his hip and ties my wrists.

The smile on his dark lips scares me.

He hooks my hands on a low crook of rocks and starts tying me more.

Strips of my ruined dress turn into ropes as he binds my hands and feet, tying me up so there is no chance of escape.

I let him do as he pleases and stare at the halo.

I can't lose sight of it.

No matter how long it takes… no matter what it takes. I will steal it.