7. Demons Don’t Dream

Demons Don't Dream

The stones are hard against my shoulder blades and hips.

Laying on the ground, staring up at the uneven ceiling, I start to wonder if I'll have the energy to get away from him. I don't know how I'll climb the stairs with my limbs this heavy.

He sits beside me, leaning over me to claw words into my skin.

I don't know what they say. I don't know if they'll last.

I add them to the tally of the cost.

"Humans are such fragile things," he says, the words laced with disgust. "Your bodies turn to ash, but the bones keep toiling."

"Let me go and you won't have to see that happen."

"If I keep you, it will never happen. If I let you go…" He glances toward the cavern beyond and an opening that is red with thick clouds, but he doesn't finish his sentence.

He rolls to his feet and lifts me up. "I want you to see what you look like."

Holding me against him, back pressed to chest, he walks to the wall and gravity seems to shift as he places a foot on that wall and starts to walk up it. But it only shifts for him. I am still pulled downward, into his chest.

I have to pray he doesn't drop me… but who would I pray too here?

He walks up into the darkness until we meet ourselves. Reflections on a dark clear pool that only ripples faintly against my breath.

"Look at yourself, pest." He holds me to him, dark hand against my stained iridescent skin.

I don't know the words and symbols scratched into my skin, but I do know that I shouldn't like the way I look.

His left hand takes hold of my jaw and holds me there—as if I could turn away.

"Look at what you've let me do to you."

Tail wrapping around my ankle, he moves my right leg to the side. There's no denying I move my right, opening myself to him again.

My skin is stained wherever his cum has touched. I don't know why I'm surprised that my pussy glitters.

"Do it again." I'll fuck him as many times as it takes to get that halo.

He laughs and nuzzles my ear. "I know what you're doing. Lucky for both of us, I don't care that it won't work."

The dark head of his cock slides along my pussy, peeking out between my thighs. I spread them wider.

He needs the room.

God his cock is beautiful.

Dark and slick and oh, so thick.

I watch, swallowing the trepidation and remembering… he fit before.

He'll fit again.

Gasping as he presses into me, his cock opens me, forcing my body to make room for him and even though I want to screw my eyes shut at the pressure, I can't.

I watch him press into me. Inch by inch in an agonizing torture.

"I thought demons were supposed to be brutal."

"Torture doesn't have to be hard and fast," his tongue flickers against my ear. "Do you want me to split you open and make you scream? Do you want me to damage you irrevocably?"

I swallow my "No."

He already knows.

"Don't worry," he growls and it sounds almost like a purr. "You'll understand slow brutality soon enough."

We're only halfway down his cock and I reach down, holding my lips open to ease his passing. I leave them there, stroking my clit as he finally makes it all the way inside.

He holds me still. I'm full and I want to make him move. Maybe he's right. Maybe his plans will be more torturous than if he took me the way I'd assumed he would.

I rock my hips, wanting more, taking as much as he'll give me.

He chuckles darkly. "Look at my good little pest. Fucking herself on my cock."

His grip tightens on my jaw, as if I might disobey him, and then, he releases my face. His hand snatches up my wrist, pulling my hand away from my clit and I cry out, trying to pull it back.

"Not this time, pest. You're going to fuck me until you're so frustrated with need that your tears carve rivers in the marks of my cum. You're going to fuck me with a need only I can fulfill from now on." He dips his head, kissing my neck and growls as my body tightens on him again.

"Please." My words are a hoarse whisper.

He runs his nose up the side of my neck. "You can beg all you like. It's not going to change my mind."

He lets me struggle on his cock. He lets me try to take him the way I want to be taken. But gravity fights me and there's no space to move.

His hand trails up my stomach and I grab hold of his wrist. I need something .

I bite his arm, my teeth sink into his flesh and I bite harder, until sickly sweet ichor floods my tongue.

It doesn't relieve the pressure, but it helps… barely.

"If you want me inside you in every way possible, all you had to do was ask."

His tail wraps around my hips and he lifts them off of him, just enough…

I bite harder when one of his fingers presses against my asshole.

My weeping pussy flows down, but the pressure still hurts when he forces his way inside.

I scream against his skin and bite down harder.

Laughing at me, again, he dips his head and kisses the place behind my ear.

"You're mine." He presses deeper. "Mine in every way."

I am.

"You can hate me for it, but you can't deny it anymore."

I screw my eyes shut, crying because he's right. Crying because I want things I shouldn't… things I can't have.

And I cry as my orgasm finally sweeps through me.

Everything here is pain.

"Look at yourself."

My face is still stained and glittering from his earlier cum, but now, it's joined with the messy gray smears of his blood. Both are broken by the lines my tears cut through.

The words and symbols he carved into my skin glow like they're molten—like hellfire peeks out from inside me.

"My beautiful pest." He laughs and jumps backward, off the wall, sending us out into the vast emptiness of the cavern.

Air flutters and ruffles through his tattered wings, but we glide down to the place I think of as his home.

"You are mine, Iona."

I stiffen and look up at him with a new kind of fear. "How do you know my name?"

"You drank my blood. There's a cost to that." He leans close and whispers. "I know everything now."

There is a cage in the corner, but he doesn't put me in it.

He doesn't need to. I'm too boneless to run anyway.

And I hate myself for it.

The demon brings me a bowl of something. It looks like water. It smells like nothing.

He holds it to my lips so I can sip, and when I try to take it from him, he brushes my hands away. "You will not make yourself sick."

But it's cold and everything else is hot and I would drink all of it if he let me.

Except, the bowl is still full when he takes it from me.

It's full after he tosses its contents in my face and wipes away the remnants of his blood.

I'm still too tired to ask questions as he sets it aside and lets me lay back down.

But even from here, I can see the dark glow of the Devil's halo.

I need to try harder.

"I'm tempted to let you take it," he says, softly, curling my hair around his claw.

I look up at him, wishing I was able to get up and fight him. But I am so, so tired.

"It's not the answer to your problems. It won't save your sister."

I swallow and close my eyes.

He has to be wrong. The moment I can escape this place, I will.

The demon carries me to the stones arranged like a throne and holds me, cradled against him.

"Sleep, pest. I have plans for you and they don't include letting you waste away."

"What do you have planned for me?"

"You'll see." He tips my face up and when he kisses me, everything goes dark.

I don't dream. Maybe there's too much demon in me for that.