Feature Writer: Invid Fan
Feature Title: Snow Demon
Published: Copyright© 2014 by Invid Fan
Story Codes: Erotic Horror
Snow Demon
“I think he’s asleep.”
Craig’s wife smiled at him, her hands gently tucking in the blue blankets around Billy. Their son’s arms seemed to hug the stuffed bunny tighter. Even after almost a year, that kind of thing still got Craig choked up. He reached into the crib, touching first his son’s head, then the bunny’s.
“Forget which one’s our son?” Eve asked. Craig chuckled softly.
“It’s the one with less fur.” He straightened, wrapping the robe around himself a little tighter and pulling the ends of the belt. Eve was doing the same, her soft blue robe much more shapely on her body than his was on him. Her eyes seemed to twinkle as they met his.
“Could you put the kettle on? I’ll be there in a bit.”
He nodded, leaving the nursery.
How had he gotten this lucky? A beautiful, intelligent wife, an incredible son, a job that let him spend time with both. The universe, for whatever reason, was rewarding him.
Entering the kitchen, he looked at the window over the sink. So, too, it seemed, was nature. Not in an expected way, true. He walked up to the counter. All he saw through the glass was white. Not the white of falling snow, but the white of fallen snow. Snow pressing up against the window pane. Given the foundation and the height of the window, how high WAS this drift? Ten feet? Twelve? He assumed it had to be a drift. There was no way ten feet could have fallen in the past two days. Although…
Craig shook his head. Didn’t matter. The power and heat were on, they were well stocked with food. Eve and himself being isolated from the world for a few days would be fun. Going to the stove, he turned the burner on under the kettle.
He heard the sound of something knocking against glass.
Craig whirled in place, hand gripping the edge of the stove. The window was the same as it had been, a wall of white. He took a breath. Had he imagined it? His mind objecting to the silence of the storm?
Another knock.
It seemed to come from the sun room. He ran, slippered feet almost losing traction on the smooth floor. His eyes went to the large picture window as he passed through the darkened dining room. Nothing there, just another wall of snow. He practically jumped down the two steps to the den, hand stretching out towards the far wall to help him redirect through the open doorway to the left. His right hand went to the light switch as his left grabbed the doorframe to slow him.
There, pressed against the glass door, outlined by the wall of snow, was a figure in red.
HOW someone could be there, his mind didn’t even bother to wrestle with. Craig was at the door in an instant, pulling the handle to the right. It didn’t budge. Two more attempts finally reminded him the damned thing was probably locked. Flicking the switch, he pulled again.
The woman fell forward into the house.
He caught her instinctively, left arm wrapping around her, drawing her against his fluffy robe as his right hand shoved the door back shut. Her body was wet, cold, snow falling off it onto the floor. He stood still. Slowly, his brain began noticing certain details.
1. She was NOT wearing a red snowsuit as he had first suspected.
2. In fact, she was not wearing anything at all.
3. Her skin was red. A deep red, unnatural.
4. Long black hair fell down her bare back.
5. Looking down at the top of her head, which barely came up to his neck, he saw two small, yellow horns curling up from under her hair.
Craig could wrestle no meaning from any of this. His other arm wrapped around the shivering figure. Warmth. She needed warmth. Slowly, he moved them back into the den, grabbing a decorative blanket from the love seat as he passed. He half dragged, half assisted the stranger to a spot before the fireplace. It’s warmth radiating onto his face and her back, he began to run the blanket over her. More snow fell to the carpet at their feet.
“Shh,” he found himself saying, her shivering starting to ease. “It’ll be OK. You’re safe.” He felt her hands grab his robe, flexing. The blanket running over a seemingly very shapely bottom, she pushed herself back a touch, head tilting upward. He saw yellow eyes, black, cat-like slits in the center. He smiled. “Hi.”
Her head lowered, eyes slowly taking in the room. Her grip on the robe eased. Taking the opportunity, he turned her where she stood, facing her towards the fire. Finding a dry spot on the blanket, he ran it over her chest.
“What’s your name?” Craig asked. It seemed like a safe question. She pushed back against him.
“Lilith.”
Cheers reruns came to his mind. He shook them off. The blanket found itself on her hips.
“Why were you out there?”
“I was trying to find this woman who summoned me.” Her voice was deep. Disgusted. “Some bitch Nancy Brown who wanted to get rid of her husband no matter the cost. I got lost in the snow. Stupid!”
Craig wasn’t sure who the last was directed at, his mind distracted by more important things. That name … had she been looking for his SISTER? He had known the marriage wasn’t in the best of shape, but … god! And who WAS this woman? Not some sort of devil, certainly. That was silly. Yet…
“Where am I?” She stayed pressed against him. He felt the belt on his now wet robe loosen even as his cock began to rise, the pressure of her ass having its effect. He tossed the blanket off to the side, it’s job done.
“It’s our house. I’m Craig.”
“And I’m Eve.”
His wife was standing at the middle step leading into the den, arms crossed. Craig found himself unconsciously taking a step back. Lilith moved backwards with him.
“This is Lilith,” he said, hands moving to the red girl’s shoulders. “She got lost in the snow looking for a Nancy Brown.”
Eve’s eyebrows raised, the extent of her reaction. His sister lived just a block away. Eve took the final step into the room, slippered feet taking her towards them.
“Oh, you poor thing. You must have been freezing.”
Lilith was staring at his wife, body perfectly still. Eve stopped five feet away, a rare frown on her face.
“What?”
“You…” Lilith turned her body to face her, Craig’s hands staying where they were. “You are ovulating.”
Eve blinked. So did Craig. He moved a bit in front of Lilith, looking into her yellow eyes.
“Excuse me?”
“She is ovulating! I can see it! And…” Her right hand shot out, grabbing his cock through the robe. “You two have a child! She has given birth to your child! You two are fertile!”
“Obviously,” Eve said, tone dry. Craig caught the warning signs, shooting her a glance. They had to be calm around this creature. Maybe. Getting pissed and tossing her back into the snow, or at least into the garage and locking the door, was another option.
Lilith stepped forward, as if in a trance.
“Oh, you are so lucky. You ARE an Eve!” Craig moved to his wife, hand taking her arm. He could yank her behind him, if need be. Lilith slowly shook her head. “Oh, I envy you. Both of you. You have created life. CAN create life! Tonight! His seed tonight could plant life in your body!” Her hand went to her own stomach.
Craig exchanged looks with Eve. She looked less confused than he felt. She cocked her head at the red woman.
“How can you tell I’m ovulating?”
“I can see it! Even through your robe! I can see the egg shinning through! So, too, I can see the healthy sperm in your husband!” Her eyes closed. “Oh, if only…”
“Only what?” Eve’s voice was soft. Lilith’s eyes opened half way.
“I want to create life. Only God’s creatures can create life. Not … those like us.”
“Never?” Craig felt Eve’s hand fumble for his, fingers intertwining. The demon was having an effect on her.
“Never … unless…”
“Unless what?” Craig’s voice sounded harsh to his ears, but he was starting to not like this. If this creature wasn’t one of God’s, what good could come from it? What had it been planning for his sister? The demon took a step forward.
“Please, Eve, wonderful Eve. Let me taste you.”
“What?” Her hand squeezed his.
“Let me taste your nectar! Taste what flows from where your fertile egg will come to rest! Please!”
Craig was at a loss. A nude … creature, albeit a sexy female creature, was crying to go down on his wife. That was just wrong on so many levels. Wasn’t there some sort of sex demon? A Suck-something? Was this one of those? And Eve! How was she going to react to this? He turned his eyes to her.
Eve was sitting on the leather couch, robe open, legs spread. He hadn’t even noticed when her hand left his.
“Eve?”
“Let’s give her what she wants, Love.” There was determination in her voice. “Give her what she needs.”
“Oooohhhh…” Lilith’s shudder of a groan sent shivers down his body. The red woman fell to her knees before his wife, long black hair spread out over her back. Falling forward onto her hands, she shoved her face into his wife’s pussy. He could hear the slobbering sound over Eve’s gasp of pleasure. Eve’s hands made their way to Lilith’s head, an expression on her face he knew well.
Craig let his eyes trail down that smooth back, over her ass. There was a small tail at the base of her spine, unnoticed till then. Her knees were spread apart, for support or as an invitation he didn’t know.
Well. He knew which one he was going to assume it was.
Craig untied his robe. Carefully, he knelt behind the demon, hands grabbing her ass. Her skin was now warm, almost uncomfortably so. He saw the lips of her opening spread on their own, an invitation there could be no confusion about. Craig placed the tip of his cock at the opening.
He was instantly sucked inside, her ass smacking against his thighs.
Craig heard both women let out loud groans, his own unnoticed among them. Lilith’s pussy was throbbing around him, his cock held fast. He pulled back, whether to withdraw or thrust again his fogged mind was unsure. Her body resisted, but he was too strong. The pleasure as his shaft slid against her was like nothing he had ever felt. With a groan, he shoved back into her.
Time became meaningless. Craig’s eyes met Eve’s, the look on her face a reflection of the pleasure surging through his body. He thrust into the demon, again, and again. Eve’s head rolled back, eyes closed, red spreading out under her skin, covering her throat and breasts. Pleasure on the verge of pain shot from his cock up his spine.
Craig released into Lilith.
Craig forced himself to his feet, legs shaking. He held out a hand to Eve. Her body trembling as well, she took it, accepting his aid in standing. He drew her to him, her lips meeting his. Eve’s head dropped to his shoulder.
“What the hell is happening?” she asked. He nuzzled against her.
“Don’t know.”
As one, they looked at the flood beside them. Lilith lay there, nude body curled up. Her face shone with Eve’s juices, the white of Craig’s seeping out from between her legs.
“We need to call Nancy,” Eve said, suddenly. She pulled back a bit, hands wrapping her robe back around her.
“Right.” Craig fastened his own robe as he stepped over the unconscious body. His phone was in the sun room. With every step he took away from the “demon”, the unreality of it all returned. It couldn’t be real. Stepping into the sun room, he looked to where it had started. There was no way some supernatural creature had dug through the snow…
A white skinned woman was pressed against the glass door.
He stopped where he was. She was blonde. No, not blonde. Her hair was pure yellow. The fur triangle between her legs almost seemed to glow. Her hands were up, as if surrendering, her eyes a piercing light green.
“Eve!” Without waiting for his wife, he moved to the door, pulling it open with practiced ease. For the second time that day he caught an unearthly being in his arms, door quickly slid shut behind her. He turned to see Eve standing in the doorway, shock on her face.
“Again?”
“Get a blanket.”
“No need.” Eve slipped her robe off, beckoning to him. They met in the middle of the room, Eve running the outside of her robe over the woman. “What the hell is going on out there?”
“Maybe it’s a very confused rapture.”
The woman blinked. Craig grabbed one of the robe’s arms and ran it over her face.
“Hi. You’re safe. I’m Craig, this is my wife Eve. What’s your name?”
She blinked again, eyes going around the room. When they came to the doorway to the den, her green eyes widened.
“I found her!”
Breaking free of their grasp, she sprinted out of the room. Craig pursued, Eve just a step behind. They slid to a stop on entering the den.
The stranger stood over Lilith, her face confused. Craig saw the hint of a halo over her head, barely visible under the lights. She turned to the couple.
“She’s…”
“Asleep,” Craig said. The woman shook her head.
“Pregnant.”
Craig blinked. Blinked again. He felt Eve take his hand.
“Is that bad?” Eve asked. The woman slowly shrugged.
“It’s impossible. The servants of Satan can not bear life. Only the Lord and his creations can create.”
“So what does it mean?” Craig asked. The woman looked back down at Lilith.
“She no longer serves the Dark Lord. She serves the father of this child.”
“Um…” Craig didn’t dare look at Eve. His wife took a step forward, hand still in his.
“What’s your name?”
“Mary.” She looked at them, scoffing. “Yeah, I know, everyone in the scripture is named Mary. The Lord has a thing for that name.” She looked around. “Well, my job is done. I was to stop this one from corrupting some wife, but she can’t do that now. I’d better report back.”
Mary took a step away from Lilith. A frown came to her face.
“Umm, is there a way out of here that ISN’T solid snow?”
“We’ll be stuck here for a few days,” Eve said. Her hand left his, grabbing the belt on his robe and pulling. It came untied, the robe opening to reveal his muscular body and half hard cock. Eve stepped towards Mary, bare hips swaying.
“Can YOU become pregnant?”
“Of course!” Mary said, indignant. “By the Lord! Or,” she said, considering, “the same way this one has. It never happens, though.” She looked at Eve, now standing before her. Her eyes widened.
“Oh…”
“Do you WANT a child?”
Mary licked her lips, eyes flicking to Craig, dropping to his now hardening cock.
“I…”
“I mean…” Eve stopped before her, hand going between her legs. She removed it, forefinger now glistening. “I’ll be fucking my husband soon, and it may not work after that…”
“It won’t,” the angel whispered. Eve raised her finger, offering it to her. Mary shuddered.
“Taste it.”
With a groan, Mary grabbed the offered hand with both of hers, drawing the finger into her mouth. Eve moaned.
Craig chuckled, his robe dropping to the floor. Yes, he had been right. The Universe, nay, even God himself, was rewarding them.
He’d have to go to church one of these days.
THE END