DEMON’S CLAIM

Feature Writer: Deenara2000

Feature Title: Demon’s Claim

Published: Copyright© 2010 by Deenara2000 / Edited by: The Frog

Story Codes: Erotic Horror

Demon’s Claim

Each night, it came to me, in my dreams. This time, it took the form of a winged demon. It pulled me from my bed as I dreamed and flew me to his palace, high up in the mountains. It was there, where he would tell me, that I was his. That I would always, be his!

He would caress the top of my head, working his way down and across my face, very slowly, so as to touch every part. He would even slide his finger, into my mouth. Then he would slide his hands down my neck and across my shoulders, from there, to my arms and down to my hands. He would take hold of each wrist and bring it up high, above my head, as something else would grab them. Whatever it was, it would wrap itself around each wrist and down onto the arm, to hold me so I couldn’t move them.

He would slide his hands down the undersides of my arms to my shoulders and then slowly down onto my chest. He let his hands slide under my breast, only to cup them as he felt the weight of them. Then he would squeeze them and mash them, until I moaned from the pain or the pleasure, I never could tell which. He would then lower his great horned head. I would feel his hot breath on my skin and he would kiss my neck, letting his tongue slide along my jaw.

He would work his way down, until he was at the top of my breast and then choose one, to begin licking. He would go in circles around and around, each pass getting closer to the nipple, only to stop before getting all the way there. Then he would work his way back out and over to the other side where he would repeat the same wonderfully, tormenting bit of attention, to the other beast.

When he grew tired of playing there. He would let his tongue move down my stomach. I would feel his hands, as they moved around to my back and down, over my buttocks. He would kneed and mash them as his tongue traveled even farther down.

I would then feel his tongue slide gently between my legs. I would feel the heat of it and his breath, as he moved it back and forth along the outer petals. I would feel his hot breath on that sensitive button of pleasure as he worked his tongue into the folds of that secret place that all women have.

I never understood what he was doing to me. Not until I was a bit older and had learned from my mother about what went on between man and maiden. I couldn’t say if I was frightened or aroused by what he did to me, each and every night.

Finally, I was ready for what he wanted and he stood up. He caught each of my legs in the crook of his arms. This lifted my legs and spread me open, making me better able to accept him. His pole stood strong and straight, as he took aim at what it wanted. As his hands went around my waist. I felt the crown, of his tool press into me gently, until he was seated. Then he thrust up into me, hard and pulled me down onto his pole at the same time. I know that I screamed. But I couldn’t hear anything except his voice, telling me, that I was his.

“Amy, get up! You’re going to be late for school, again! Amy did you hear me?” Carol called to her daughter.

Amy slowly woke from the dream. She was sweaty, shaking and would swear, she could feel the demon still deep within her pussy. Nothing she did or took stopped the dreams from coming. The best that she could do was to try and forget them. Until the next night at least, when they started again.

“Amy, are you up? Don’t make me come up there,” Carol yelled again.

“I’m up mom! I’ll be down in a bit, I just need a shower.”

“Don’t take all morning. I have to go into work early today. So get a move on.”

“Yes Mom!”

Amy got out of her bed, went into her bathroom and did her business. Then she got into the shower. It didn’t take her long to get finished, then to get dressed and ready for her day.

THE END

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