The Binding - Bred by a Demon (Rough Reluctant Monster Breeding Erotica)

L
eah began to gasp and pant, her
breath hitching and her hips beginning to move of their own accord. She'd never
felt such sensations! Every time his fingers explored her she froze in
anticipation, wondering if he would finally thrust them inside. Her body was so
alight with desire that she almost wanted it.

 Why had no one ever told her it
felt so good to be touched like this? She never would have waited so long, had
she known. And now instead, her virtue would be taken by this monster. This
animalistic demon who could take her control away completely, and make her feel
so... so wickedly good even as he robbed her of her innocence.

He seemed to be delighting in her
torment, of course, taking his time so as to draw out her suffering.

Finally he pulled back, letting her
hair go, and she gasped at the sudden absence of sensation. He gave her a
warning push as if to tell her to stay down. She did - supported on her elbows,
her eyes clenched shut as he ran his fingers up and down her back, massaged her
ass firmly in his great hands, and then gripped her hips firmly.

She tensed up all over again,
alarmed. What was he doing? She sensed him bend down, and suddenly his tongue
was on her, hot and wet on the back of her thigh. She jerked sharply, and he
growled and tightened his hold on her hips, his claws pricking into her.

All she could do was whimper as he
trailed his long tongue over her, finally reaching her sex. He spread her with
his hands, and she felt him lightly lick her - running his tongue along her
slit and tasting her juices. He made a purring moan of pleasure, and Leah
half-sobbed, half moaned as his tongue delved deep inside her folds.

As he explored, licking and sucking,
her breath began to quicken again. She cursed him - and cursed herself - under
her breath as his tongue found her clit and shivers of intense sensation jolted
through her body.

He purred against her skin, his hot
breath and his tongue teasing her, and she sensed it was bringing her closer
and closer to some unknown edge. He seemed to be delighting in this - whether
enjoying her pleasure, her torment or both, she no longer knew.

“M
istress,
please
, may I
go?” Leah begged, using all of her will not to break down sobbing.

Her mentor, the old witch Adela,
sighed heavily and held her bony hand up before the pleading girl. “I already
told you.” She croaked. “There is nothing that can be done.”

“But...”

“Child!” The old witch cut her
off, the weakness gone from her voice. She was remarkably commanding when she
needed it to be, even though she was near a hundred and twenty years old.
“Nothing can help your brother. His malady is not one that can be cured by our
remedies. And neither you or I are strong enough to do what you are contemplating.
I am too old and weak, and you are too inexperienced.”

Leah bit her lip, knowing she
was skating on thin ice. The old woman would backhand her – and deservedly so,
she knew - if she kept it up.

But her brother lay dying at
home from a wasting disease even as they spoke. It was something no one had
been able to identify, and all the potent tricks and cures in the healers'
stores had done nothing. Soon, he would succumb, and her father would be left
with no one to help run his farm. Having lost his wife – Leah's mother – a
couple of years ago, the girl feared it might be too much for her father to
bear.

Leah was in her fifth year as an
apprentice to the village healer. She was a good student, with a natural
aptitude for herbs and alchemy, and empathy that meant she spent almost every
waking hour of her days mixing medicines, tending the village's ills, mediating
in disputes, running errands and telling fortunes.

Her hedge-witchery was leaps and
bounds ahead of what could be expected of an of eighteen year-old apprentice,
and she devoured every book on the subject with an insatiable interest. She had
successfully contacted the recently departed on behalf of their families, and
sought advice from the netherworld on multiple occasions. She had conjured minor
demons and bound them to her will without a second thought, extracting secrets
and information.

So why shouldn't she just go a
little further?

“I know how to do it.” She said
quietly, after a moment to compose herself.

“I know you do.” The witch
snapped.

“Nthar can give it to me. I have
his seal -”

“Do not speak his name!” Adela
hissed, and got up from her stool. Cursing under her breath, she crossed the
room to get away from her impetuous student. “You would be a fool to take him
on.” She said. Then, picking up her cane and leaning on it heavily, she sighed
and chose another approach. “Leah... you know as well as I do that death is a
part of life. You have been there with me to see it, time and time again. You
have always been accepting, understanding.”

“But he is my
brother
!”
Leah protested.

“Is he an exception because he
is your family?”

The girl glared. Her pretty face
turned severe as her jaw tensed and her full lips pressed tightly together, in
a look that could - and often did - cow the village boys.

Adela stared long and hard at
her pupil, who stubbornly held her gaze as long as she was able. Finally,
Leah's expression softened. She dropped her eyes as tears filled them and
threatened to roll down her cheeks. Her lips turned pouty, and quivered.

The old witch was at her side in
a moment. “There, there.” She croaked, patting the girl's arm. “It is a hard
lesson we all have to learn, especially in our line of work.”

Leah kept her eyes carefully
downcast as her mind continued to work. Her tears were real, but born of
frustration, not grief. Better to have the old woman blinded by sympathy for
the moment. She'd just have to remember not to let the crone look at her too
hard, or she would read it in her face: Leah fully intended to go through with
her plan.

If Adela wouldn't help her, she
would just have to do the summoning ritual on her own.
I know I can do it,
she
thought
. I've done it before. This is just a... step up
.

Instead of going home that
evening, Leah found an excuse to sort and re-label some components, a job that
would keep her busy for many hours.

When Mistress Adela had fallen
asleep in her rocking chair as she did every night, the girl crept upstairs to
the attic where the witch kept her books. She lit the large oil lantern that
sat on the side table and carried it with her, holding it high to look at the
dusty shelves.

She knew the shelves like the
back of her hand. Adela's old legs could no longer make it upstairs, so from
the day Leah had started her apprenticeship she'd run up and down to fetch
books countless times.

She stood on her tiptoes as she
quickly thumbed through the tomes on the top shelf. Finally she spotted what
she needed in the demonology section - a thick book detailing the greater
demons, and instructions on their summoning and binding.

It was written in the ancient
language taught only to hedge-witches, and was useless without the seal needed
to summon a specific demon. The seal for Nthar, Leah had discovered in her own
researches.

Clutching the volume tightly to
her chest, she crept back down the stairs. As she passed through the kitchen
she gathered up jars, containing the herbs she had secretly set aside. She took
a few candles from the drawer along with some fire sticks, ink, and various
other odds and ends.

Leah snuffed the lantern
but kept it with her. She would need it in the darkness of the ruins. She
opened the drawer where she kept her notes and snatched them up, grabbed her
cloak from the stand and left the cottage, closing the door quietly behind her.

––––––––

T
he town was sleeping, the
faint glow of lamplight visible in only a few windows. The people who lived in
the village were farmers who worked from dawn to dusk and went to bed tired.
Leah drew her cloak around her, warding herself against the autumn breeze. She
kept her head down and walked swiftly through town, heading toward the old
ruins - the place where the barrier between worlds was weakest.

It took longer than she
remembered to reach the lower levels. Leah had only been here once, on her
first minor summoning, and she had to be sure she found the right spot. She
held the lantern above her head, illuminating the cracked stone walls.

Finally she found the
flooded section, and knew she was on the right track. She took her shoes off
and held them in her hand as she trudged through the ankle-deep water.

The room at the end of the
corridor was dark and claustrophobic. At least it was dry. Leah took off her
cloak and flung it to the corner of the room. She arranged her equipment on the
ground and hurried to get the candles lit, arranging them in a circle.

At last the room was less
intimidating in the soft glow of the flames. She found the remains of old
summoning circles scratched on the floor - some in fading chalk, some in
ancient red paint. It wouldn't do for the ritual she was about to attempt, so
she spent some time scrubbing at the floor with a rag to get it as clean as
possible. Her hands and knees were aching by the time she sat back to examine
her work.

Opening her books to the
right pages as she knelt on the stony floor, her white dress spread around her,
Leah thumbed through her notes. She took out the ink and the brush and began to
paint a wide circle, and then the intricate seal within it.

Crawling on her hands and
knees, she worked slowly on the intricate symbols, making measurements with her
hands. This was no minor demon summoning - she had to be cautious. The lines
had to be solid and straight, the candles arranged just so.

Her heart began to beat
faster as she got deeper into the process. There was no going back now that
she'd come this far. With the candles lit, she snuffed the lantern, conserving
its fuel for the trip home.

She checked if the paint
was dry. Then she took several deep breaths, closing her eyes for a moment to
center herself, and took the old ceremonial knife from her belt. Cringing
slightly, she opened her hand and made a shallow cut in her palm.

She pressed drops of blood
onto the ground at the points of the symbols, then held the dirty cloth against
her hand for a minute to stem the flow.

Picking up the heavy ritual
tome she stood up and backed away from the circle, careful not to smear its
lines. She emptied her mind with another cleansing breath, trying to bolster
her courage. She wouldn't give herself a chance to back out. Her brother needed
her.

Leah read the words from
the page, her voice quavering once or twice as the reality of the situation
pressed itself more heavily on her.

The demon Nthar had many
powers at his command, one of them being healing and the curing of diseases.
Even the weakest of demonic entities could cause harm to a human, and Nthar was
dangerous, with many legions of lesser demons at his command. But he was bound
to answer truthfully any question put to him by a witch summoning him with the
use of his seal.
If
the ritual was completed correctly.

She stood still, forcing
herself to breathe and tightening her fingers on the edges of the book in order
to stop them from shaking. In her nervousness, it was difficult to obtain the
trance-like state she needed in order to see into the between-world. And
without this sight, she would be unable to contact the demon – to open the door
for his essence to enter her plane.

Finally she succeeded in
quieting her thoughts, feeling herself disconnect with the earth and drift in
the nothingness. It was always a disconcerting feeling – half-tied to her body
and still able to control it, but her mind able to hop between this world and
the gray between.

With the book held before
her in unfeeling fingers Leah began to recite the memorized chant – the words
emanating from her spirit as well as her body.

As the last words faded
from her lips, she saw shapes in the
darkness, moving as though turning to look at her. She stepped back.

Leah was brought fully back
to herself with a jolt, and noticed shifting smoke drifting up from the ground.
It was rising in a ring, contained by the circle, she noted. That was good. The
doorway was open, and it was contained.

 She dropped the book to
the ground, careful not to take her eyes off the binding circle. She must
remain watchful, even though she didn't expect an immediate result. Demons of
Nthar's stature could not be rushed. But she had said the words correctly - and
she was a virgin, which meant her blood was pure. He was obligated to come to
her.

The smoke coalesced, thick black plumes
curling around each other as they rose into the air. Shapes became visible in
the blackness, forming and re-forming. Finally, a mass solidified in the center
of the circle.

Leah gasped, wringing her hands tightly
together. Her heart pounded. With an effort she held her head up and tried to
look more confident than she felt.

Nthar's physical form was massive - as
he straightened from his crouching position Leah guessed his height at seven
feet tall. He was in the likeness of a human, only his legs were that of a
black beast - like a lion, furred with large padded feet and claws which
scraped the ground. He had a long furred tail which whipped back and forth as
he stood. His arms were furred as well, thick and roped with muscle, with
fingers ending in long black claws.

The rest of him was that of a
dark-skinned man - or almost like a man. He had pointed ears at the side of his
head, poking out of a long mane of black hair that fell over his face as he
looked up, stretching his arms wide. She saw that his bare chest was smooth,
well-defined muscle.

Leah shivered at the sight of him. He
was so powerful, so primal. Beastly, but magnificently so. The description in
the books had hardly done him justice. And as her eyes trailed lower, she saw
his manhood - huge, and half-erect. She had seen naked men in her duties as
healer, but never in a state of arousal – and never so monstrously large. The
books had never mentioned
that
. Quickly, she blinked and looked away.

He hadn't noticed her yet, instead
looking over his outstretched limbs as though seeing himself for the first
time, flexing his palms and retracting his claws like a cat. He threw his head
back then and roared exultantly, an earth-shaking sound that threatened to
split the girl's ears, and ended in a triumphant laugh.

Leah jumped at the sudden noise,
cringing and covering her ears. She brought herself under control just as the
demon dropped his arms and suddenly realized she was there.

His yellow eyes regarded her from
beneath stray strands of hair, bright and cunning. He had a handsome, angular
face that looked quite human except for the wide, somewhat flat nose, and those
cunning preternatural eyes.

An expression that might have been a
smile, a snarl - or both - curled his lips as he looked at Leah. She suddenly
felt very small. His spirit must completely overshadow hers. How could she hope
to manage him if the circle was not enough to contain his essence?

She kept her expression carefully
neutral and stared right back at him. After a moment, he looked away, staring
down at the ground, moving his feet to look at the circle and seal that
contained him.

He looked back up at the girl.
"Witch." He said, his voice a deep rumble. "What is your
name?"

Leah cocked her head slightly to the
side. Surely he couldn't think she was that stupid? "
Witch
will do
fine, Lord Nthar." She answered coolly. Giving him her name might give him
some power over her, and she couldn't afford that.

The smile-snarl was back; he looked amused.
But his lion's legs pawed the ground restlessly, his tail flicking back and
forth like an aggravated cat's. He looked Leah up and down, licking his lips
with a long tongue and staring openly at the girl. He looked as though he
wanted to devour her.