Sacrificed to the Demon (Beast Erotica) (2 page)

The smoke touched the ground and formed into a solid figure. Ayra watched the insubstantial smoke hit the floor and form into a glossy black hoof. Above the hoof a shaggy, muscled leg of what might belong to a giant goat appeared. The leg formed up, up, up until the smoke swirled and formed hips and a torso. Another leg was formed beneath the hips and a massive black head, its jaw square, tusks protruding from its lower lip as a smile appeared across its thin lips.

Once the beast was fully formed, it stepped forward, its heavy step made a solid clunk that reverberated through the quiet room. The creature’s hooves clunked again and again, until it reached where the old man was kneeling.

“Zythar, my my, I was certain the last time you summoned me would’ve been the final time I’d see you as leader of this conclave. It’s nice to see you again.” The infernal being’s voice was a smooth, baritone purr.

The old man’s head dipped. “Thank you, Lord demon Thunr. It is a great honor and privilege to see your holy visage in this chamber.”

The demon grinned, revealing a row of large sharp teeth. “Lower your hood, Zythar.”

The old man did as he commanded. His skin was pale and held the consistency of wrinkled parchment. The only hair he had was in his ears. The demon leaned down and brought a meaty hand down hard across the old man’s face. Zythar spun backward and crumpled to the smoky marble floor.

The demon spun around and growled at the other members of the Order. “Do not ever lie to me! You aren’t happy to see me, so don’t tell me that you are.” Thunr drew itself up to its fullest height and slowly clopped its way to the other robed figures.

“You aren’t glad to see me, and if you are, you’re a fool. I’m the one who threatens to kill you all if you don’t provide me with a sacrifice to sate my violent appetite. You aren’t happy to see me, are you?” The being heavily placed a hand on the nearest robed figure’s shoulder. The person was shaken under the weight of the blow, but said nothing.

The demon tore back the hood, revealing a middle-aged man, also with no hair. “You aren’t happy to see me, are you?” The beast’s yellow eyes bore down on the smaller human.

“O- o-of course, L-lord Thunr,” the man said.

The demon squeezed the man’s shoulder and he screamed. The robed man’s skin began to turn red, and huge puffy boils appeared on his skin. The boils popped and tongues of flame leapt from the lesions. The flame wrapped itself around the writhing and screaming man, quickly consuming him. There was nothing but a pile of dust left on the floor.

A massive lump bulged in Ayra’s throat as she observed the malignant being’s power. She heaved heavy breaths, and made the chains jiggle as she shook.

“I hate liars.” The black behemoth brushed dust from his hand and walked to the next closest Order member. The demon’s brown, horse-like tail flicked behind it, and it turned to the other. “Are you happy to see me?”

The hooded figure’s head shook. “N-no, my Lord.” The voice was feminine and husky.

The demon reached out and grasped the woman’s shoulder. She was engulfed in a pillar of purple flame. There was a curdling scream, and the flames dissipated. Like the first man, there was nothing left but dust.

The beast brushed off its hand again. “I hate it when people agree with me.”

Ayra gritted her teeth together after the second Order member was brutally murdered. She pressed herself against the cool stone, taking refuge against its cold surface as freezing tendrils of fear squeezed her stomach. The world spun around her as she tried not to imagine what the powerful creature was going to do to her. Her stomach churned.

The demon turned toward the other robed men and women, each one cowering as his gaze fell upon them. The glare from the red fires above was reflected on his ribbed horns, and he smiled. “Now, would you mind pointing me toward my sacrifice? It’s been a long time and I’m really anxious to get started.”

One of the robed figures pointed a hand toward Ayra. Thunr took a step toward him and he flinched. The demon turned its attention to the young woman chained to the X shaped slab.

It turned and took a light step toward the slab in the middle of the room. The muscles in its shaggy legs rippled as it gracefully moved, as if it was floating, toward its sacrifice. Ayra’s mouth widened at the sight of the creature’s deep yellow eyes. It had no pupils. It was as if each eye was a yellow abyss that went on into infinity. The creature’s face screwed up into a grin as it looked over the young woman’s features. Ayra didn’t feel the explosive pounds in her chest until the beast was only a few paces away.

The demon closed the distance between them, casting a long shadow over Ayra. He was so big, so very, very big. The young woman’s gaze fell from his toothy smile down to the corded muscles in his neck. His chest was firm and broad, and his abdomen looked as if it was made of perfectly chipped, black marble. The muscle is his bulky arm flexed as he took a finger and placed it on her stomach.

A feeling passed through Ayra that she didn’t understand. It was a stinging, rejuvenating feeling that spiraled into her chest and into her brain. It raised her senses to a new level. She could hear every nuance of sound and feel every little current of air. It also felt like the nerves in her stomach were twisting. She probably would have appreciated the experience much more, had she not been held tightly in fear’s grip.

Exciting sensations poured through Ayra as the creature’s leathery fingertip slid down her stomach. Thunr reached her belly button and dipped the small talon on the end of his finger into it. The sharp poke was magnified by the strange effect the beast’s touch had on her, and she drew a sharp breath.

The creature turned its back on her and looked toward the robed figures. They were sneaking toward the door, trying to get out before the demon noticed. The demon pointed a finger toward the entryway. The stones on either side of the door reached out and touched each other. Within a second the passageway was blocked. The Order stopped and turned toward the smirking demon.

“Leaving already? The party is just beginning.” The creature took two paces toward the cowering figures in red. “So just go back to your places, relax and enjoy the show. It would be a shame if one or two more of you spontaneously combusted, wouldn’t it?”

The robed figures went back to where they were standing. Ayra had never seen people move so quickly.

Every nerve and muscle in Ayra’s body shook. The recent demise of the two summoners flashed through her mind. She saw herself in their place, blazing purple fire consuming her flesh. She then saw the creature rending her body to shreds with its teeth and claws.

Ayra smacked her head against the stone slab. She had to stop thinking like that, it only made her suffer. No need to put herself through misery, that’s what the demon was for. She had to think of something, anything, to abate her negative thoughts. She shuffled through her thoughts again, only to come back to the farmhand.

She thought of his bulging neck muscles and massive arms that held the plow as the horse pulled it along the ground. The way his back muscles shifted made her stomach feel like a feathery pillow. When his legs moved and buttocks clenched she was filled with fiery, unladylike wantonness. Ayra quivered at the thought of being held by that prime male specimen. The thought of his large hands running up her bare stomach. The thought of his wet tongue plunging into her mouth as his hands caressed her breasts.

She saw him back in the field again, guiding the plow. She saw the muscles moving on his back, as if tantalizing her, begging her to come and feel their powerful strength. Warm wetness accumulated in her maidenhood below. This brought her mind back to the present. The vision of the farmhand melted into the demon standing with his back to her.

It wasn’t until that moment that Ayra, separated from her fear for the moment, was able to appreciate how massive this creature was. Thunr was easily a head-and-a-half taller than the farmhand. His shoulders were broader and more round. Every movement in his lower back was more articulated, and the shifting of his tightly muscled butt behind that horse’s tail ignited a sparkler of tingles in her tummy.

She then realized what she was doing. No, there was no way she was finding this massive thing attractive. There was no way that this evil creature, the one that was terrorizing the very people that summoned him to their plane, was attractive to her. Ayra quickly shifted her thoughts back to the farmer caressing her body. She saw hands slowly running up her belly. However, instead of large hands calloused by working long hours in the field, they were massive, leathery hands with talons for fingernails.

The beast ran its hands down to her thighs, igniting the strange sensations she felt the first time it touched her. It smiled down at her, a sharp intimidating grin. Thunr turned around, and her fantasy melted. The demon was grinning, apparently done terrorizing the Order, and was now turning its attention to her.

The demon closed the distance between them and smiled down at the bound woman. Its eyes flicked over her, before resting on her own. Ayra didn’t want to see the sculpted abs, and she definitely didn’t want to see herself running her fingers across the grooves. The beast’s mouth twitched as it looked at her. It was as if it were reading her thoughts. Fear crept back into her stomach, but it was mixed with something else. She was afraid for her demise, but she felt lust, a little, prickly nudge of lust, for the abomination before her.

The demon could sense it, she knew it could. Ayra put on a brave face and looked to the creature that would deliver her soul to the afterlife. Her eyebrows met. She was scared, but she was going to face her death boldly. Her eyes traversed the creature’s impressive body again, and she felt another nudge. Despite the situation, she couldn’t help but laugh inwardly at herself. She was about to face her demise, and all she could think about was sex.

Thunr took in air through his nose and his massive chest expanded. It rested one of its large hands on his narrowed hips. “How strange. I normally smell fear when I confront those that are being sacrificed to me. I smell the sweet essence of fear. I can hear their heartbeat, and oh, how I love that beat.” The demon clapped his hands together several times and moved his feet. “Oh goodness, it’s an exciting melody one just can’t help but dance to.”

“I get that smell from you,” the demon continued. “I get that feeling of dread that I have come to savor just before my sacrifices meet their demise. It’s there, beneath the surface, but there is something else, something sweeter. It’s a feeling that I haven’t sensed in a long time from a human it’s...” The demon’s stomach churned as it emitted a chortle. “My, my, my, no it can’t be. Could it be?” The demon took another deep sniff of the air. “Oh yes, yes it is. It’s lust. It’s desire, the very thing that drives every living creature on this foul planet. Yes, you feel it. And, could it also be…” Thunr drew up to his massive height and flexed his large muscles, “…that you feel it for me human girl?”

Ayra was solid as a statue. She didn’t know how to respond to the creature’s question. She’d never been in this situation before. It wasn’t often that she was being sacrificed to a demon. She just looked back, silence the only logical response she could think of.

The creature growled and thrust its head inches from her face. His breath was piping hot on her cheek. “Answer me, I don’t like to be ignored.”

Ayra slowly nodded her head.

“Speak aloud.”

“Y-yes,” Ayra said.

“Tell me you lust for me.”

The young woman took a ragged breath as her eyes, again, traversed the creature’s amazing form. “I lust for you.” The words came easier than she thought they should.

“Always address me as Lord. Now, tell me once again.”

“I lust for you Lord demon.” Ayra’s words were louder, closer to a regular speaking voice.

The demon took a step back and observed the girl’s form before him. “My, my, so I am correct. You are having these thoughts. How strange, and how exciting.”

Thunr stepped up to the stone slab and placed a finger on her stomach again. Fire-wreathed pinpricks pressed into her gut. Ayra took a deep breath and gritted her teeth as a sausage-sized, leathery digit traversed around her stomach. It did a slow turn around her belly button, leaving a pricking trail of twisting fire.

The finger trailed passed her waist, into her inner thigh. The sensations hit the nerves in her legs and traveled up through Ayra’s body. She gritted her teeth and sucked in heavy breaths. The finger slid upward, into the crook of her leg and hip, and over her moist labia.