Inspired and co-authored by my delightfully twisted girlfriend, compiled from a shared text.
CW: dubcon, demonic sex, body horror, violence, references to blood, extreme penetration
(2030 words; would cost $105)
The demon looked over the willing sacrifice kneeling before him. He answered her, “Little human, you are more than acceptable. You are delectable and succulent!”
There was fear in her. She felt her heart race, her skin flush. Her stomach fluttered and some deep part of her mind called out to run from this horrific creature from the underworld. However, she had been conditioned, primed, trained, to be the sacrifice. But more than that, deep in her heart and her sex, she wanted to be. Needed it. “I . . . am yours to be devoured,” she said more meekly than she’d hoped.
“With ravenous pleasure,” he said with a very human-like smirk.
She bent over and spread her ass and pussy lips in offering as the ritual prescribed.
“Your human cunt will take my cock, my dark seed will flow your womb to bursting as you become home for our homunculus, frail human. But first. . . .”
She felt his hot breath on her bare skin and hissed in pain, knowing it was instantly turning her ass red. She felt something tease and tickle her anus — the demon's impossibly long tongue! It caressed her, almost lovingly, and she stifled a moan. It probed her asshole, sending strange shivers through her body, before it pushed itself into her.
She screamed out loud and started to tremble from the violation, the forbidden pleasure, but she dared not move, letting the invasion happen. Her pussy dripped with her juices, running down her thighs. “Yes my Dark Lord,” she gasped.
The tongue alternated between scalding and ice cold! It felt like a snake undulating with coils of muscle and sinew inside her as it pushed into her tight hole, thickening and widening as it slithered farther inside. The demon's curved and bumpy chin pressed and rubbed against her swelling clit. His face, the points of his fangs, pushed into the flesh of her ass and she was certain her seared flesh began bleeding from it. She whimpered and, again, reflexes urged her to move, to escape. Yet, his chin, pressing and rubbing in places she had rarely explored on herself before, pressed like a closed fist against her knot of nerves and the pleasure confronted, fought, and joined her pain.
She could feel him in the deepest core of her, inside and out — touching her in places too secret to even speak aloud. But the delicious, painful pleasure was overwhelming and the trepidation that threatened to make her at first cringe and cower, urged her to give into the sensations. She gasped and moaned as his fangs continued to scrape and cut her ass. The wounds burned, her instinct wanted her to cry out and flee, but the burning seemed to pierce into her body and her soul, searing away the fear. A new thought, a new desire grew to replace what had been there. She wanted everything dark and forbidden and delicious and vile that the Dark Lord deemed to bless her with.
She heard laughter, which seemed impossible considering where she felt his mouth was and what it was currently doing. The laughter turned cruel. She felt long, rough hands — cruel claws — grab her shoulders and shove her face and bare chest into the ground. The dirt and rock ground into her soft skin. The claws kept her immobile and she understood a change, a shift from her being an offering, to her being taken!
His tongue had filled her anus, moving around and swelling and giving her sensations both terribly wrong, yet, an impossible pleasure deep within her. She felt the writhing muscle inside her become more animated, urgent. It pushed past something within her, a sensation similar to having pushed past her anus, but deep and strange inside. Her breathing quickened and tightened, she whimpered to an almost keening sound as the snake-like tongue moved deeper inside her body! She felt it curve around her viscera, pulsing and undulating. She stopped breathing, eyes wide, chest forcing a breath before halting again in shock. She never, in all her imaginings of what the ritual would be like, considered this, but the demon was fucking her very guts with his tongue! The depth and impossibility of this sensation violating her deepest dark insides, forced her into becoming nothing but that overwhelming sensation such she no longer felt her head being pushed into the ground.
She moaned as deep, primal sounds pushed out of her, losing herself into the all-consuming sensation. She started to desperately push her ass back against the demon's face, her chest writhing against the ground, wanting to simultaneously escape and ultimately succumb to the carnal darkness. Her offering was no longer that, she understood in some still thoughtful part of her mind. Not offering, but ownership. Her body was not being sacrificed but, rather, being taken entirely and owned. She started to shake uncontrollably with the knowledge of this truth and acceptance of her unavoidable fate. Her body, mind, and soul cried out to submit to her Demon's will!
The pulsing, spiraling, slithering impossibility throughout her was so entire she barely noticed when her Demon Master moved his mouth away from her clit and lips even as the tongue remained inside her — the thing acting as it were a separate creature. She wanted to look behind her at how long this impossibility must be, but her Dark Master kept her forced to the ground like an animal, a beast. She realized, to him, she was just an animal. And there was an odd, frightening, and welcome release in that realization.
He moved to position his member against her. She felt the burning tip of it against her soft virgin lips. It was time, she thought in both panic and relief, to receive his gift.
As if reading her mind, he said, “My dirty little pink human. Beautiful and arrogant, full of the stardust of the heavens. And yet, a piece of meat for my consumption. To play with. To use as I will. I have tasted you,” at which an undulation within her stomach reminded her how literal he meant this. Her head held to the ground, she strained her gaze to look down her body, scrunched up on her knees, and saw the disturbing sight of a large bulge moving around her distended belly from the inside! He continued, “And I shall make you more than just meat. Or stardust! I will gift you now with my seed, and a dark purpose.”
She screamed, and imagined she could hear the Dark Master's member actually hiss as it seared through her cunny's juices, as he forced it into her. It was rough, possibly barbed, giant. It stretched her wide and forced her open with scalding heat. She continued to scream a primal sound as her entire body from esophagus to cunt was filled with her Dark Lord! The pain, excruciating, and pleasurable in a way that threatened to twist and break her mind. She clawed at the ground, pulling up chunks of earth with ragged nails. Spittle and drool turned the ground around her face into mud. Her body, beyond her control, attempted to fight and run from this horror, virgin blood mixing with her cunt's juices. She felt her body so disturbingly and utterly filled she thought she could feel the Demon Master's cock against the inside of her throat. Perhaps it was!
She cried and sobbed in ragged breaths, barely able to bring in enough air for the next sob. Barely able to beg or scream. The sounds she made no longer made sense. Even though she understood at the core of her being that it was too late, she made incoherent pleas as tears streamed down her face adding to the mud.
The demon continued to hold her down, held fast, insignificant and small. The enormity, the impossibility, the utter completeness of the taking of her body finally made something within her break, and she gave in. Her mind released itself from her and she knew this fracture was a dark and cruel blessing. She understood he had unmade her, torn her mind from her body so that her suffering became a furrowing of the ground that was her soul, where the seed is planted. A new crop cannot grow without tearing away what was there before, ruining the ground that will be made whole again.
And with this black and cruel peace, she let her body become used, torn, seared clean to purify in dark pleasure. She barely felt any longer the angry, burning limb moving in and out of her pussy.
Until, after some unknowable time of drifting through void, the demon’s cock swelled even more, pushed, and tore deep. The new intensity of this brought her back to her body to feel the monstrous head of the member tear through whatever divided her cunny’s tunnel from her womb. As much as his tongue was where she could never have imagined a violation to have ever gone, or should ever go, his cock penetrated a part of her body she knew it should not be. In that moment she understood that nothing of her body was not his.
His member swelled a final time and she could feel the actual course of something move along it from his loins through her tunnel. When it came, she expected it but was still shocked by the literal explosion of hot, excruciating issue into her womb. Her Dark Lord grunted long and bestial as she felt her insides swell. She looked down at her body again and saw her belly expand as she filled with her Master's seed.
Another, separate explosion expanded instantly from her core. A sensation that was at once mind-numbing and expansive! A feeling so strange and frightening, an experience exploding from her ruined loins, through her spine, and throughout her body, that was pleasure never experienced and could never have imagined! It merged with the pain, and the terror, and torment, intertwining it. Afterwards she will imagine the experience as dancing among each other, the pleasures and agonies in equal measure, in unison and as one! Dancing through her mind, body, and soul.
At that moment, however, she had no words as she had become senseless, was drooling freely, letting out a long bestial groan from the depths of her body. She was just a piece of beautiful, arrogant, human meat, through which this otherworldly pain and pleasure could meet, join, and dance. Ruining her in the darkest and the most succulent of ways!
She no longer needed to be held down. She collapsed on the ground, useless and silent and spent. She was only vaguely aware of the python of a tongue slithering the long path out of her body, and the cruel cock torn from her cunt. She felt her ass still open and her entire body empty now, but the giant mass of searing seed was left in her womb — the passage between it and her tunnel miraculously closed again, keeping it inside her.
The drool, sweat, blood, and overflow of the Demon Lord's seed, had created a pool of mud she wallowed in. His claws moved across her body and rolled her over, covering her in a grotesque and exquisite slurry. She is certain, somewhere in her lost consciousness, that she was no longer even something resembling human. And yet, he said, “Delectable creature. You are my special concubine.” His claw, evil and cruel yet strangely gentle, caressed over her body, moving her around in the mud, covering her like she is the literal seed to be put to ground. “You shall nurture and carry my offspring, and I shall reward you with sights and tastes and pleasures unimaginable.”
She wanted to say something, she felt from somewhere that she should, but she was unable to even groan. She was now a creature of dirt and mud, and yet somehow capable of such curses and miracles as the Demon Lord described.
“You are no longer mere human,” he said, “you are my garden,” and another wave of impossible pleasure shuddered through her body at the truth of his declaration, before the darkness took her.