The Demon's Bride

Author's Notes: Sorry for the delay of Chapter 10! Been busy writing my other stories on another site; since they were helping my muse to continue flowing! Just a head's up, this chapter isn't very nice. We all know the Creeper is a monster, I want to keep it that way! Enjoy and review please and thank you!

Trish narrowed her eyes hatefully at the demonic being towering over her; her loathing for the such a creature burned deeply within her soul. The Creeper grinned, purring loud enough for Trish to hear his delight.

“I love that look in your eyes,” spoke the Creeper. “Such spunk, such spirit! Brings back that night I feel in love with you.”

“Love?” scoffed Trish, narrowing her eyes more. “A bastard like you doesn’t know the meaning!”

The Creeper couldn’t help but arch his head back as he let out his deranged laugh. The little mortal before him amused his greatly; he was please to let her live.

“I must admit, my dear. You know just how to make me happy!” chuckled the Creeper. “But I am not here for idle chit-chat, oh no. I’m here to make you truly mine…”

“What do you mean?” asked Trish, eyeing the Creeper cautiously.

Trish gasped as she felt the Creeper’s oddly cold hands against her warm skin. Wait a minute, against her skin? Turning her head to glanced at her body, her clothes were no where to be found.

“WHERE’S MY CLOTHES?”

“Around,” said the Creeper idly. “You ask a lot of questions; rather annoying, really.”

Shifting himself onto the large stone slab into a kneel behind Trish; The Creeper began to rub his right hand against Trish’s expose bottom. The smooth texture of her skin was alluring, erotic even. The human body was quite fascinating and beautiful – for centuries he both study and admire the very physical essence of the human physique. Yes he needed to feed, to rejuvenate his decaying body before another twenty-three long sleep – but he found that the humans were just more then delicious meal. They were a form of art – their bodies were like clay to him. He could twist, mold and transform to whatever he desired – be it weapon making or just decoration. As he admire the smooth silky feel of the young woman’s skin; he was overcome with the appetizing scent of her fear. The Creeper was craving for her more then ever.

Trish’s body shivered; from both disgust and sadly fear; as much as she tried – she still fear the Creeper. She equally fear him as much as she hated him. Her fear was admitting the luscious scent that the Creeper’s demonic nose could smell – oh what a delightful smell it was.

“Trish, my sweet little mortal. You will be mine…” moaned the Creeper softly.

Leaning his head toward her rear, the Creeper open his mouth slightly ajar to allow his saliva to drip from his lips. Trish whimper as she felt his cool saliva land on her tailbone and slid between the cheeks of her rump. With his right hand, the Creeper began to spread his saliva evenly against the entrance of her bottom. Closing her eyes tightly, Trish began to whimper out her dread. She was chained and was once again at the mercy of the demon; escape was no where to be seen.

“No… No… please… don’t…” begged Trish, feeling the tears start to flow. “Not there… anywhere but there…”

“Shh… Hush now.” Whisper the Creeper.

Lifting his right index finger toward Trish’s rear, the demon began to press against the entrance before slowly penetrating. Trish gasped and vocally shouted her dismay; but her cries were ignore by the monster. The Creeper grinned as he thrust his finger slowly inside anal cavity; feeling the tightness against his finger as he penetrated more deeply.

“You’re tight,” chuckled the Creeper; continuing his violating on the girl.

“S-stop… STOP!” begged Trish; feeling the demonic finger inside her. “Get it out!”

“Not yet,” spoke the Creeper as he widen his grin.

Trish whimpering increase, feeling the Creeper continue his violation on her body once again. His talon finger began to increase its pace; moving harder, faster and deeper. She wish this was nothing but a bad dream, a nightmare that she would wake up eventually. But she knew this wasn’t a bad dream that she could wake up from; but a living nightmare that the Creeper controlled.

“Please… please… get it out… please… I beg you…” begging; she hated herself more then the Creeper right now.

“Are you sure?” asked the Creeper, stopping his finger from thrusting.

“Yes… please… get it out!!” screamed Trish; tears heavily flowing down her cheeks.

“Alright… Fine!” said the Creeper, giving a little attitude to Trish.

Trish sighed out in relief as the demon quickly pulled out his talon finger out from her rear. Placing her head on the cold, soothing stone beneath her; Trish allow the tears to continue to flow – she wanted her freedom back. Suddenly Trish felt something thick and warm against her rear end; forcing its way into her anal cavity. She screamed, feeling the thick object enter her tight rump forcefully. Snapping her head back, Trish saw the Creeper forcing his thick and moist member inside her. Inch by inch the Creeper’s penetrating member cause great discomfort for the young woman; bringing back the painful memories of someone she once loved betray her. Trish’s cries and whimpers were like music for the demon, he loved the sound the humans made when in excruciating pain.

Once fully inside Trish’s rear end; the Creeper started thrusting inside her tight ass. Trish’s grunts, gasps, and whimpers were satisfying to hear; the demon found it erotic. Trish, on the other hand, was feeling sick to her stomach – not because of Creeper violating her; but for enjoying it. The pleasure she was feeling from his raping member was unlike anything she experience before. The last time she had it, it hurt her – emotionally and physically. But since it was the Creeper, she wasn’t sure why she was enjoying it. Maybe it was her mind’s way of protecting her… she wasn’t sure; but the pleasure was becoming unbearable.

“Hehehe! My, my…” panted the Creeper; gripping harder on her hips. “Looks like little Trish is enjoying this.”

“Fuck…you…” panted Trish; she really hated him.

The Creeper’s thrust quicken; penetrating Trish harder and deeper then before. His grip around her hips was so tight his talons fingertips were drawing blood. The sensation of his raping cock inside her tight, violated ass was unimaginable – each thrust of his member was rubbing just in the right spot. She knew she shouldn’t be enjoying this; but the pleasure – the exotic feeling overruled her logic. Feeling the undeniable orgasm threaten to explode, Trish cried out and allowed her sinful desire to climax consume her. As she came, Trish’s eyes were rolling to the back of her head – she could only see stars. The Creeper felt her womanly juices splash against his demonic thighs as he allow his own orgasm erupt inside her sensitive rump. He growl in pleasure, she was his.

“You made a mess, Trish.” Mocked the Creeper; chuckling wholeheartedly.

“I hate you Chris.” Trish fell silent; oh god what did she say?

“…Chris?” the Creeper sounded mad, Trish remained silent.

Pulling his semi-erect member out from the girl’s rear, the Creeper shift to lay on his side next to Trish; propping his elbow up as he rested his cheek in his left hand. Trish glanced away from the annoy-looking demon, she felt tears threatening to fall again. There was an dead silence between; until the Creeper sneer out a growl.

“Who is Chris?” he asked.

“No one…” said Trish timidly; she didn’t want to talk about it.

The Creeper sighed, examining his right hand’s finger nails with interest. “Do I have to rape it out of you?”

“Old boyfriend. There, happy asshole?” replied Trish as she glared at the demon.

“You mean to tell me someone fuck your ass before me?” asked the Creeper.

Trish nodded, causing the Creeper to scoff out an aggravated sigh. “Well that’s a pisser.”

There was silence between them, either one moved or spoke to one another. Trish was busy forcing herself not to cry; trying hard not to vomit with disgust from her awkward enjoyment the Creeper cause her. The Creeper’s face held his discontent; displease someone violated his mortal’s rear end before he did – that wasn’t fucking fair. Turning his attention back on the young woman, he watch Trish eyeing her chains around her wrist. Well, no point keeping her tied up. With a snap of his fingers, the chain quickly removed themselves from her wrist, causing Trish to gasp out in surprise.

“So,” began the Creeper. “What’s our son’s name?”

Trish stared at the Creeper for a moment, watching him glance at his finger nails once more. She didn’t want to tell him anything, she didn’t want him anywhere near her son. The Creeper then glance back at the woman next to him, narrowing his eyes into small, threatening slits.

“Well, did you name him or not?” he asked, annoyance laced in his voice.

“Yes…” replied Trish, feeling rather timid suddenly – she broke down. “Darius.”

“Oh that’s nic-wait… What?” he was caught off-guard. “Darius, as in Darry – your brother?”

Trish nodded, causing the Creeper to roll his eyes. “You humans and your odd ways in honouring the dead…”

“At least my son won’t be a monster like you.” Sneered Trish.

“Don’t be so sure.”


End of Chapter 10