The Demon's Bride

Author’s Note: Hey guys! Sorry for the wait, new job is keeping me busy! Hope this chapter is enjoyable!

WARNING: RAPE!

Trish felt awkward, seeing the many looks gazing at her inquisitively. She wasn’t sure why they were staring at her, was something on her face?

“Um… ’cuse me miss?” spoke the elderly Asian man behind the counter. “Do you need help?”

“Well yes,” replied Trish, eyeing the man curiously. “I would like to rent a room?”

“Oh no, no!” said the man; pointing at Trish’s face. “Some one hurt you?”

Trish placed her hand softly on her face, feeling a slight sting. The bruises on her face, she forgot about them. The people on the bus didn’t seem to notice, nor care; but the people of the motel gave her looks of concern. Looking at the people behind the counter, Trish smiled softly.

“I’m alright.” Said Trish softly. “This is old.”

“So no police?” asked a elderly Asian woman; Trish figure this was the man’s wife.

“No,” said Trish, still smiling softly; trying to mask her sadness. “Everything’s fine.”

That was a lie, but Trish didn’t want anyone knowing what the truth was. How could they, even she was having trouble believing the truth. Placing her hand on her stomach, Trish felt the spawn of the Creeper kick within her womb; making her frown slightly. She began to wonder what she would do once it was born? The thought never occur to her before now. After paying for the room and getting her key, Trish headed outside in search of her room. It took the young pregnant woman a few minutes, finally locating it on the second floor on the right side of the motel. Once in front of the door, Trish signed and placed her bag on the ground.

“Home sweet home.” Whisper Trish to herself, allowing herself to tear up.

Fiddling with the card key, Trish finally got the door open and was about to reach for her bag when something black flutter passed her head and into the room. Trish screamed, watching the door slam close in front of her. Collecting her bearings, Trish got the door open once again and took a peek inside. There sitting comfortable on the large bed was the grumpy, unkempt crow from earlier. Trish twisted her face into annoyance, that damn bird nearly gave her a heart-attack.

“You again?!” said Trish angrily. “Get out of here! Shoo!”

The crow hissed at her, snuggling itself more into the blankets of the bed. Trish grumbled and took hold of her discarded bag; only to toss it next to the old, nasty-manner bird. The elderly crow flapped its wings in aggravation; but he refused to move from his spot on the bed. Trish stared at the crow, waiting to see what he would do next. The old grubby bird caw displeasing at the woman, still refusing to move.

“You’re one strange bird.” Said Trish as she look tiredly at the crow.

Yawning and rubbing her eyes, Trish felt exhaustion taking over her wore-out body. Stress, pregnancy and lack of sleep was getting to the young woman. Carefully placing her sore, tired and pregnant body onto the bed, Trish sighed in pleasure. The bed was extremely comfortable; more comfortable then the bed she owned. Slipping herself underneath the sheets, Trish yawn and felt sleep cradle her into the realm of dreams.


Trish’s eyes flutter open, the sound of water dipping slowly awoke her from her deep slumber. Trish rubbed her left eye tenderly, rubbing the sleep from it as she glance around the room. The place was dimly lit and frigid, Trish saw her breath fog as she breathe. This wasn’t her motel room, thought Trish curiously; was she dreaming again? Lifting herself up; her hands felt a smooth texture underneath her finger tips. It was like feeling leather; but there were bumps and dents scatter against the odd material. Trish lower her head, taking a closer inspection; only to scream in horror. The bed she was laying on was made out of human skins; much to Trish’s dismay. Removing herself from the bed of skin, Trish noticed the flooring was made of stone. Where was she, Trish wondered. Wrapping her arms around herself, Trish decided to look around.

Leaving the room, Trish saw a dim ray of light at one end of the long hallway. Taking a quick glance down the other end, Trish saw only the darkness that somehow cause chills to run down her spine. Feeling the kicks within her womb, Trish began to rub her pregnant stomach; please to feel fabric there - at least she was wearing her clothes this time. Cautiously tip-toeing down the hall, Trish heard a faint growl echo in the hallway. Stopping in her tracks, Trish heard the growls get louder. Gathering the courage to move forward, Trish once again tip-toe silently down the passageway.

At the entrance way, Trish felt the warmth of the room brush against her cold skin. Peeking inside, Trish spotted a large, grand fireplace with a large armchair sitting in front of it. The armchair itself was made of human skin and bone; from what Trish could see.

“Hello?” spoke Trish softly. “Is anyone here?”

The firewood continue to burn and crack under the violent blaze; while the flames dance their hypnotic waltz. Entering the room, Trish gasped as the hidden door slammed close behind her.

“Relax Trisha…” said Trish to herself. “It’s just a dream. Dreams can’t hurt you.”

“Funny mortal, aren’t you?” spoke a deep, dark voice.

Trish spun around, looking frantically around the vacant room. Who was that, wondered Trish; the voice sounded strangely familiar.

“Who’s there? Where are you?” demanded Trish; but deep down she was afraid of the answer.

Hearing the armchair squeak under the weight of someone shifting; Trish saw the dark, talon hand grasping the edge of the chair. Gulping the sudden lump in her throat, Trish felt her will to flee vanish as her worst nightmare took form – the Creeper. The demonic beast grinned at the young, pregnant human; smelling the fear emitting from her quivering frame.

“Peek a boo.”

Trish screamed; fear and panic consuming her very being. Spinning around, Trish ran toward the door and reach for the handle – but to her dismay there was none.

“No! No! No!!” screamed Trish; banging her hands against the wooden entrance.

She heard the Creeper laugh behind; then silence. Trish glanced over her shoulder; seeing the Creeper was no where in sight. Pressing her back against the door; Trish panted and whimper in fear. Hot tears began to pour down Trish’s cold cheeks; whimpering louder as she continue to look for the Creeper. This nightmare had to end, she desire; Trish wanted to wake up.

“Wake up… please… Wake up…” begged Trish; hoping for this nightmare to end.

Suddenly from the shadows, Trish felt something rough and tight wrapped around her wrists and dragged her to the center of the room; suspending her above from the ground. Desperately trying to free herself, Trish noticed the bloody ropes holding her hostage.

“I’m not done with you.” Spoke the Creeper; standing in front of Trish with his arms folded.

“FUCK YOU!” shouted Trish; twisting her tear-stain face in anger at the vile demon. “LET ME GO!”

The Creeper grinned his toothy, sharp grin; chuckling evilly at the helpless young woman.

“My sweet, innocent little mortal.” Spoke the Creeper mockingly. “Our bond is eternal. No point denying our fate together!”

Taking hold of Trish’s blouse, the Creeper tore her shirt in two; revealing her silk nude bra hidden underneath. Trish squirmed, pulling on the ropes harder – but each time she pulled, the ropes would magically tighten and pull twice as hard. The pain was excruciating; her muscles beg for release while her joints try desperately not to pop. Trish began to cry out and whimper in agony; feeling the blood began to seep into the ropes and dip onto the stone flooring. She grumble in disgust; feeling the talon hand of the demon on her pregnant belly. He stroke her stomach with care; leaning in to sniff softly and purr in delight.

“Soon little one, soon.” Spoke the Creeper, rubbing her belly fondly.

Glancing upward to look upon the young woman’s tear-stain face, the Creeper narrow his eyes as he caress his hand against Trish’s belly.

“You’re hurting him.” Said the Creeper; glaring his annoyance at the woman.

“Him…?” whimper Trish; feeling the ropes pull harder against her ankles and wrists.

“Yes, now stop tugging!” growled the Creeper. “The stress is hurting him.”

“Fu—Fuck you! AGH!” Trish felt one of her elbow’s pop. “Pl-please… let me… go… please…”

“Stop tugging, the pain will stop.” Order the Creeper; tearing off her pants.

Trish just couldn’t stand the pain anymore and reluctantly complied to the Creeper’s commands. The ropes loosen their painful tugging; lowering Trish closer to the ground; but still held her suspended. Trish cried and whimper softly to herself; only to whimper louder as the Creeper began to sniff her neck affectionately.

“That wasn’t so bad, now was it?” mock the Creeper; licking away her tears.

Trish moaned in disgust as she heard the Creeper growl in blissful delight; oh how she hated him – no loathe his very existence. The Creeper grinned against her moist cheek; he could taste the hatred and her delicious fear emitting from her moist flesh. Trish stiffen; feeling his warm, claw hand slip inside her bra and start to tease her tender nipple. Narrowing her dark hazelnut eyes; Trish’s loathing for the demon grew. Ripping off her remaining garments; the Creeper growl with pleasure as he stare at the expose mortal in front of him.

“Do you want it rough or not?” asked the Creeper with a devilish smirk.

“What?” whimper Trish; suddenly gasping in shock as she felt the Creeper’s rough hand rub against her exposed crotch.

“Are you so naïve, Patricia?” mocked the Creeper; lowering his hand deeper into her sensitive womanhood.

“Don’t you dare call me by my name, you disgusting bastard!” sneered Trish; grunting as she felt his talon finger fiddle with her clit.

“Fine,” grinned the demon. “But you act like I listen to you, my little mortal.”

Trish grunted, trying to close her legs; but the ropes held their vice grip tight. The Creeper began to rub harder against tender clit; but his movement were slow and tormenting. Trish whimper and moaned, feeling disgusted with herself for enjoying the sick pleasure of the Creeper. She hated how her body was betraying her, but the way the demon toy with her clit was causing pleasurable sensations to run down her spine. Trish cried out in delight as she felt his finger slip inside her moist core; she closed her eyes to avoid looking at the Creeper’s grinning face.

“Speak.” He demanded; slipping two more fingers inside her womanhood.

Trish grunted and start to grind her teeth together – NO! she thought, she had to fight back. “Fuck…you…”

“As you wish,” said the Creeper; removing his fingers slowly from her moist core.

Trish’s eyes widen in shock; only to stare fearfully at the demon. The Creeper lower one of his claw-tip fingers toward his crotch, only to slice open the skin to free his harder, throbbing member hidden underneath the flesh.

“NO! STOP!” begged Trish, but the Creeper only smiled at her.

Trish screamed out in pain as the Creeper forced his thick, pulsating cock inside her moist, tight womanhood. Taking hold of her thighs, the demon began to spread the young woman’s legs apart as he increase his speed and force of his rough penetration. The Creeper chuckled as he leaned forward to suckle on her tender breast; suckling on her nipple in an erotic manner. Trish gasped and moaned softly in pleasure, feeling the odd affection creating sparks within her. Reaching with his spare hand, the demon began to fiddle with Trish’s other nipple; pitching it hard against his talon fingers. Trish screamed and started to cried out in pain; the force of his thrusts were getting harder and faster with each passing moment. She could feel herself becoming wetter, hotter below as the demon continue his assault. Trish felt violated and used; but there was something erogenous about it. Trish grunted and gagged out her cries as each painful thrust cause mix feelings inside her. Pain, anguish, hatred began to merge with the feelings of pleasure and bliss – she was about to cum. The Creeper felt her inner walls were tightening around his penetrating thick member; causing him to laugh in pleasure.

“Go on, little mortal!” teased the Creeper. “I can feel you tightening!”

Grabbing her hips roughly with his hands, the demonic being quicken his thrusts; slamming himself deeper and harder into Trish’s soak, tender cunt. Grinding her teeth harder together, Trish felt the thrusts continue to rub against the most sensitive spot inside her moist, tender core – she couldn’t hold it in anymore. Arching her back, Trish screamed; feeling the tremors erupt and burst through in thick waves of pleasure within her quivering body. Trish panted heavily and felt the Creeper pull out his thick erection from her moist, hot cunt. Trish felt dizzy from the waves of pleasure consuming her.

“We’ll finish this another day.” Spoke the Creeper; stroking her sweat cover brow with care.

Trish wanted to yell at him, scream her hate and anger; but she was to exhausted. Closing her eyes, Trish felt sleep consuming her once more.

END OF CHAPTER 6