Prisoner of Darkhaven (12 page)

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She stared horrified at the creature Damien became. Seriously, what

did she expect? She knew he was a demon. Her eyes followed his

thick muscled body from head to feet. Like the hands, claws

protruded from his feet.

His skin was deep sienna red. Strange, she actually found the color

quite becoming.
Stop! He's a demon! An evil beast!
Still as far as

beasts went, Damien's visage in this form was rather handsome.

She shook her head, trying to clear the direction her lustful thoughts

headed. Why is he just sitting there watching her?

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Damien tilted his horned head to the side as if confused by her

sudden aversion. Her reached out his hand and stopped.

She watched him his face change from bewilderment to anger, to

lust filled intention in a matter of a minute.

His blood red eyes flicked over her body. Elise suddenly fell so

exposed and incredibly aroused. The predatory look on his face

should have had her jumping off the bed and running for the door.

However, it only ignited her desire to be completely dominated by

him. Even in this form, she couldn’t resist his allure. But she realized

her desire for him, for Damien, man or demon, overpowered all her

inhibitions and fears. God she loved him, even like this. Juices

flooded her pussy. She saw his nostrils flare and his eyes close as he

inhaled long and deep. Elise knew he smelled her arousal. God help

her she wanted him to. Needed for him to take her like the beast that

he was.

Something about Damien in his demonic form made her body

thrum with anxious excitement. It was forbidden. It was so thrilling,

so naughty, and something Elise suddenly accepted about herself, she

was a very naughty girl.

Damien watched emotions play across Elise's beautiful face, until

she bit her bottom lip and blatantly looked at his fully erect penis,

which in his natural form was about two inches larger and an inch

thicker.

To his complete amazement, the revulsion he thought he saw

previously was replaced by raw uninhibited lust. He inhaled deeply.

Her arousal was at its peak. Releasing her from his invisible bondage,

Damien almost shouted in joy as Elise leapt towards him and into his

waiting arms.

He flexed his wings and positioned them both so that he knelt on

the bed and she straddled his waist. The minute she was in position,

Elise began to roll her pussy against his stiff cock.

Her slick folds molded so nicely around his thick stalk. She

grabbed his biceps, digging her nails into his flesh, causing pain. He

groaned low at the exquisite feeling.

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Elise's movements became frenzied. Her pussy pulsed against his

cock as she humped her wet cunt-lips like a maniac up and down with

fast, jerky strokes.

Sounds of utter bliss fell from her lips. She clawed at him,

whimpered, moaned, "F ... fu ... fuck mmmeeee ... now..."

Elise nearly roared at him to fuck her.

Damien laughed with wondrous pleasure, and lifted her up, poised

her on the tip of his cock, and inched his way up her tight wet cunt.

Her drenched lips allowed him to penetrate her with little

discomfort. He watched her face crunch in pleasure pain as his huge

dick forced her vagina to stretch beyond normal limits.

It enraptured him, inflamed his already heady arousal to the brink

of release. He staved it off, wanting to feed every inch of his massive

cock into his sweet little Elise.

He burrowed deep into her tunnel.

She cried out. Yet, even though she could barely catch her breath,

Elise unwrapped her legs from around Damien and spread them as

wide as she could manage. At the same time, she sank her ass down

in an effort to engulf more of his cock.

Damien grabbed her waist and sunk even deeper into her pussy.

When he finally reached her womb, he stopped to catch his breath,

before lifting her up until the tip of his cock was just at the entrance of

cunt, and then slamming her down.

Elise grunted with the force of his impalement. He lifted her again

the same way, only this time; Elise pushed down on his cock to engulf

it inside her as deep as it could go.

Damien lifted her again. Elise braced her with her hands on his

shoulders and started to pump her hips up and down on his rock hard

dick.

It startled him at the ferociousness of her fucking. He loved it.

Elise was like a whore possessed. She impaled herself repeatedly on

his straining erection. Her tits bounced harshly with each hard stroke

as she drove him into her wet hot cunt over and over.

Soon Damien could no longer hold back. He howled as his balls

tightened against the base of his cock. Rolling spasms shot violently

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up his staff forcing jet after jet of hot thick cum to fill Elise's eager

pussy.

Elise screamed loud as her vaginal walls contracted sharply around

the thick column of hard cock stuffed up her cunt. Wave after wave

of pulsing climax ravaged her well-used pussy, until she collapsed

against Damien's chest.

Both of them breathing harshly, well spent and utterly sated.

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Elise awoke the next morning to find Damien gone. She got out of

bed and stretched. She felt his presence and knew exactly where he

had gone. It was weird to be able to feel him. She accepted it without

any reservation.

Her body was delightfully sore. Turning towards the bed, she

paused and smiled at the tussled and rumpled bedding where they had

spent the entire night making love. Damien had remained in his

demon form the rest of the time at her insistence.

Her body tingled with pleasant vibrations, remembering how she

had been like a wild animal, gluttonous and demanding. Warm

emotions filled her heart. Damien was everything she had ever

wanted and more. For the first time in her life, Elise felt truly free of

spirit. She embraced her newfound independence with greedy

acceptance.

She reached for the blanket to wrap around herself, then thought

better of it. Her nakedness felt wonderful. Leaving the room, Elise

found her way to the grand hall to find Damien standing, naked with

his back to her in front of the fireplace. He waved his hand and the

flames became more intense.

"Just in case you catch a chill, love."

Elise chuckled, no longer by phased his amazing otherworldly

abilities. She went up to him and wrapped her arms around his waist,

laying her head against his mid back.

He placed his hand over hers.

"What are you doing?"

Damien sighed. He tugged at her arm and brought her around to

his front. Bending forward, he captured her lips. The kiss was

sensuous, sweet. It lasted only a few seconds, before he broke it. He

looked deep into Elise's eyes, expressing every ounce of his devotion

and love for her, before placing a kiss on her forehead.

"I'm wondering why you would want to stay with a beast like me,

cursed forever. There is nothing I can offer you Elise."

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His words stabbed her chest like a knife. She saw the pain etched

in his face at his declaration.

"Damien, it is my choice. And I wouldn't choose anyone but you.

If it is my destiny to be cursed with you, then I am ready for it."

He shook his head and placed another chaste kiss on her forehead.

"You don't understand Elise. I have the means to break the curse. I

have found the name of the demon that cursed me. It's the same one

that tried to break you with all those impossible tasks."

Elise reached up and brushed a strand of hair away from his eyes,

tucking it behind his ear.

"That is wonderful news! You can say his name and be done with

this mess. Then we can stop Rumpel–"

He placed two fingers to her lips before she could say the name.

Elise gently moved his hand away. His reaction puzzled her.

Damien shook his head, his expression hopeless, "No I can't. I've

tried. That's what I was trying to do when you found me in the study.

The words just won't come out. Every time I try to speak the chant,

my voice fails me."

What a cruel, evil trick. Elise now understood Damien's dilemma.

Honestly what did they expect from a lowly Boggart demon anyway.

DeMumart had planned well.

However, Elise refused to be deterred.

"Can't you just concentrate on the chant and use your mind too?"

Damien slowly shook his head.

"It doesn't work that way. In order to break a demon's curse the

name of that demon must be spoken aloud, so that all of demon kind

can bear witness."

Elise thought for a moment.

"What if you used someone else's voice?"

Damien was about to dispute her suggestion, however, he thought it

over for a minute. There was a sliver of hope in her solution.

"Do you know what that would require?"

Elise didn't hesitate. She nodded.

"I would do anything for you, even give you my soul."

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She spoke with such certainty, that Damien could only stare back at

her in awe. Offering your human soul to a demon was worst thing

anyone could do. It guaranteed certain damnation in the hell fires.

Especially, if the giver was baptized.

Celestial beings and netherworld beings agreed over sharing the

humans. Neither side could lay claim to the other's followers.

However, if a human willingly gives themselves himself or herself,

the wrath of their God will come down on them.

It was the reason demons always sought to trick or tempt humans

into making deals for their souls. It worked in the opposite way as

well, although the Celestials had a nasty habit of breaking the rules

with their so-called “forgiveness of sins.”

In a nutshell, what Elise offered would condemn her to an eternity

of suffering. As tempting as the offer was, Damien couldn't bring

himself to take it.

"No, Elise. I can't do that to you. I can't–"

He wrapped his arms tightly around her, thanking any and all gods

that gave him this precious gift.

"Oh how fucking touching!"

Damien jerked his head up. Seething anger flared in his eyes when

he saw who had interrupted his moment with Elise. He immediately

grabbed her by the waist and whirled her around to stand behind him.

"You're a fool to come here!"

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Damien charged DeMumart, changing into his demon self at the

same time. He realized the trick too late. Just before he tackled the

vile Boggart, DeMumart disappeared.

"Bastard! Coward! Show yourself!"

"Yoo-hoo ... Damien!"

The nasally taunting voice came from behind him. Damien turned

sharply. DeMumart stood behind Elise with his forearm around her

throat. He squeezed making her choke and gurgle. She was helpless.

Her arms were pinned to her sides, letting Damien know DeMumart

had her magically bound.

He bared his fangs and growled threateningly. "Let her go!"

DeMumart had the audacity to roll his eyes, before he smiled evilly,

"Very well. There she goes."

A cold wind blew through the room. Damien watched in horror as

the wind yanked Elise's paralyzed body off the floor and flung her to a

rafter high above their heads. The chandelier twisted and elongated

into a large birdcage. Seconds later the wind dumped her inside,

leaving her to dangle in the center of the room.

She grasped the steel bars of the cage. "Damien!"

The terror in her voice speared Damien straight through his heart.

He charged DeMumart again, only to collide against the stone wall.

Getting to his feet, Damien shook off the pain in his head.

DeMumart stood at the other side of the room mocking him.

Fucking little Boggart asshole.
He really hated these demons. Their

trickster natures were so annoying. They were difficult to catch due

to their speed and ability to be at more than one place at once.

He needed to outsmart DeMumart, instead of using brute strength.

Thanks to the curse his magic proved useless against the demon that

imprisoned.

The little bastard danced around on the other side of the room,

tossing crude hand signals and slapping his ass as he shook it at

Damien. No wonder his father banned them.

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Damien stood to his full seven-foot height and flexed his muscles.

He got DeMumart's attention, because the demon abruptly stopped.