Running With Devils

Two

James laughed awkwardly, shifting on his feet.

"It's going great. I'm just a little homesick," he sighed.

Gennevieve made us our favorite coffees and brought out some freshly made baked goods. We all sat and talked a while, laughing and smiling together.

The feeling of dread faded from within. I was happy. My two most favorite people were here with me. Nothing could ruin this.

I was blissfully unaware of what lurked beyond the sacred walls of Merryweathers. That was until my attention was snagged by a dark looking man standing at the bus stop as he leaned casually against the filled bench. His dark jeans matched his black shirt that hugged his form. His entire presence dripped malevolence.

Suddenly, the food in my stomach turned to ash. I felt sick.

"Sweetheart, are you alright," Genny asked gently. "You went so pale."

I knew they would use the two people I loved most in this world as pawns if I left them alone for even a second. I had to do something.

"I need to use the restroom," I blurted, scraping my chair backwards and hurrying towards the back. Once I was inside the bathroom, I turned on the sink. I needed some warm water to ease my panic.

Steam had begun to fog the mirror before me as the water warmed. With my hands on either side of the sink, I took deep breaths trying to think about what my next steps were.

But something was wrong.

I was alone but I could feel a body pressed against my back. I could feel large calloused hands smothering mine as they gripped the sink. My breathing stills as warm breath softly caresses the base of my neck.

Oh... my fucking hell.

I dared to look into the mirror completely covered with steam. My heart stopped dead in its tracks as I saw him.
There in the mist were eyes as black as coal, flecked with distinct speckles of gold in the depths of his irises. They stared back at me as his tongue ran up the length of my neck.

I opened my mouth, about to scream when his index finger drew upwards on my arm and placed itself over my lips. His arms were filled with tattoos.

"Shh, baby. Don't scream yet. We haven't even gotten to the fun part..."

My lungs were paralyzed as he nipped at my ear gently.

"I can't wait till I get to have a real taste of you, Coralynn," he breathed, pressing his hips forwards.

I would have shuddered if my body had the ability to do anything right then. But he had used some power of paralysis against me. I stood still, letting his hands roam my body.

One playfully slipped beneath my shirt, his touch lighter than air and hotter than hell itself. Skin burned yet no physical evidence was left as he circled my hardened nipple from over my bralette. A low hungry growl rumbled from his throat as he finally took a firm hold of that soft flesh.

"You're being such a good girl for me, baby. So obedient."

The other hand moved downwards, meeting the waistline of my high waisted jeans. His fingers slipped between my thighs, his palm cupping me firmly as they danced along that inner seam.

"Pl—please," I finally managed to croak.
The corners of his lips lifted into a deviant smile.

"Please what, Coralynn. Use your words, baby," he hummed.

Just as I was about to speak, I felt something sharp snag the hem at the apex of my legs. Then I heard sound of ripping fabric. Tears finally began to well in my eyes.

"No... don't," I begged.

"You belong to us now, baby. Body and soul. You can't run from this. And there is no hiding," he whispered breathlessly. "Might as well enjoy your fall from grace."

The moment his fingers slipped into me, my body had switched its tune. My mind was filled with disgust. But my damn body...

The sound of him feeling me from within was loud. I was regrettably soaking.

"Fuck. You're about ready to flood this place," he laughed, slipping in another finger.

There was a sound that came from me that I had never heard before. Not even James had ever drawn this sound from me. It was a mix between a moan and a whimper. It was a plea to finish me quickly.

His fingers found a steady rhythm, stretching me from the inside.

"Shit, when was the last time you've been fucked, baby? Have you been neglecting your sweet little pussy?"

My teeth dug into my inner cheek as I felt myself clench around his greedy fingers. A metallic tang ran across my tongue.
My body hadn't been able to unlearn James's touch. I had tried a couple times to release some of that sexual frustration, but to no such luck. Eventually I just gave up. Why even bother?

"Fuck you," I managed to sputter.

He let out a sharp laugh, canines glinting in the light.

"That's not very nice," he pouted, moving his hand faster. My legs trembled as I grew close to cumming on this demon's fingers.

"Oh god," I cried out, as trickles of my juices started to spill down my thighs. My entire body locked up as pleasure like I had never felt before set me ablaze.
His other hand began teasing my nipple again. The stimulation made my mind go foggy. I couldn't think. I could barely breathe. I was nothing more than a vessel for my primal instinct to receive the pleasure owed to me.

My hips moved against my better judgment, pulling his fingers deeper. Through the haze I was screaming at myself to stop, to not give into this temptation, but he had unlocked a hunger inside me that needed to be fed.

"That's it, baby. Cum on my fingers," he murmured into my ear. "Fuck, I'm going to eat you whole..."

I had to grip the sink, knuckles white as paper as my legs trembled beneath me.

"Oh, god," I gasped. "I'm going to murder you all— fucking hell!"

My eyes rolled back as I succumbed to my body's pleasure. Breaths came out like whimpers as sparks ran down every nerve in my body.

"What was that," he asked curiously. "Sorry. I couldn't hear you over the sound of you being finger fucked silly."

"Fuck— you," I panted heavily.

"Oh, you will, baby. I'll make sure I give you every last inch of me."

He pressed his stiffened bulge against my lower back. I struggle to get away from his grasp, but his grip tightened, earning a pained hiss from my lips.

"Before I forget, Coralynn, I should let you know that if anyone you know finds out about us or the deal, let's just say," his voice softens as his lips brushed against the shell of my ear. Our eyes meet in the reflection. "There won't be a body to bury when we're through with them."

The heat of this interaction quickly died out, soon to be replaced by ice cold fear again.

And then he was gone.

The steam had cleared. My clothes were untouched and uncompromised.
But I felt the dampness between my thighs.

This was not real. And yet it was.

There were four demons. And this one had to be a Paralysis Demon. They hunt when you're at your most vulnerable. They are able to appear like hallucinations and leave very real physical devastation.

My thighs clenched. I could still practically feel his warm breath tickling my ear. It was a comfort to know that my spell still stood.

None of those monsters could really touch me. But this made me realize that this nightmare could only become more twisted the longer it went on.

I just had to wake up.