💯 Story Challenge / Demons / Erotica

The Devilishly Handsome Demon Wanted More than My Soul

Day 3 of 💯: I achieved all I wanted, but my demon wanted more

I exhausted all other possibilities before taking the contract. Once the demon had my blood, I knew it would also have my soul when my life was done.

Only a demon could complete the task and avenge the lives taken from me. From that day, I was the demon’s master in all things but one.

When darkness fell each night, he ruled my body as no one else had ever done.

But now, my revenge was complete. The land was soaked in the blood of those that had wronged my family. I stood before my demon, knowing my life and soul were forfeit, the price I willingly paid.

He lifted my chin, his red eyes boring into mine, a smirk playing on his thin lips. “I wish to change the nature of our contract,” his smile widened at my confusion.

“I want more than your soul. I want you, completely, for eternity. If you agree, you will become like me. Do not take the contract lightly. Read it carefully, and question anything you wish. It will be your only chance.”

He released my chin and gestured to the mating contract on the tree stump before me. My eyes glanced furtively over the paper, searching for any hidden meaning I may have missed. Seeing none, I grasped the knife, stabbed my finger, and made my mark.

I had tasted what the demon had to offer; the power and the pleasure that came with the contract. It was intoxicating, but that was not the reason. By signing it, I committed to becoming his, to be by his side for eternity.

My heart leapt as my soul cried out.

We lay in the clearing wrapped in the darkness as the new moon rose. The starlight danced above us as his hands made patterns across my skin, reaching closer to my core. His fingers dipped into my heat, bringing me to the edge and begging for more. He willingly obliged as his breath drew out my soul, corrupting it as his seed filled me.

I curled around my new demon mate, the tranquil darkness surrounding and comforting me.

“You’re awake?” he whispered, his fingers trailing through my hair.

“Yes,” I answered, rubbing against him.

“Any regrets?”

I grinned in the darkness, my hands caressing his member, bringing him back to life.

“I’ll take that as a no,” he smirked as he pressed against me once more.

Adapted from a serial #vss365 entry I created on Twitter

Inspired by Zane Dickens 💯 Story Challenge. Let’s see how long I last. I’ll be self-publishing my stories for this challenge rather than submitting them to publications.