Possessed by a Demon pt1 [Blood] [Demon] [Violence] [BDSM] [Asphyxiation] erotic short stories

I’ve just started writing as I haven’t found much with blood kinks. I’m posting on wattpad too if anyone wants to follow me! Blood-Red-94

Tags: blood, copious amounts of blood, blood kink, main character death(living), large wounds, demon, choking

She was frozen with fear as her eyes locked with his…it was what she had always wanted.

He smiled, fangs glistening, “To whom do I owe the pleasure?”

She felt nauseous and giddy, a cold sweat across her brow, what had she wanted again? She opened her mouth to speak, “I…” her tongue seemed to swell and her mouth was dry.

His smile widened, “Now, now, it’s quite alright. Do tell, why have you summoned me?” He placed a warm clawed hand over the fresh cut on her arm causing the profuse bleeding to stop. He then licked his claw with a long slender tongue, allowing for some blood to smear on his lips.

She looked down at her shaky hands, “It…it worked…it actually worked…” a little nervous laugh escaped her lips. “I…I wanted you.” She now stared into his soulless ambered eyes, his full lips, his sharp jaw line. She studied him for a moment, he was slender, veins were visible in his neck and hands, freshly sharpened claws at the end of each pale finger, deep blackened red hair fell around his shoulders in waves. He wore a long sleeve black button down with a sharp collar and black pants.

He flicked his tongue as if to taste the air. His eyes turned to lust looking over her nearly bare body covered in blood. “Is that so? You want me to take you, and fill you?” her pale skin reflected the candlelight, her blue eyes wide with fear. “Do you know how many women want me to fuck them? Tell me why I should give in to your wishes? Why should I allow you to reach levels of pleasure only I can provide?”

The hair on her neck stood on end. Her body wanted her to run from this monster, yet she could barely keep her hand from inching down to pleasuring herself. She was sticky with her own blood and hot with lust. Every nerve on edge awaiting his touch. “I’ve wanted this my entire life. I want you, I want to taste you, I want your blood on my tongue, I want your teeth on my neck, I want to please you, I need you to hurt me.”

He stepped around the candles, over the chalked pentagram, and into a puddle of her blood. He cupped her jaw into his large hand, she felt the strength behind those fingers, her life could be over in a moment if he chose to end it.

“You risked your soul for this? A night of pleasure?” his claws bit into her flesh as she winced in pain.

“Please…” her heart fluttered, blood dripped from her chin, a deep ache pounded between her thighs. “I need to feel you inside of me while you rip into my body. If that costs me my life…costs me my soul…your touch is worth it.”

His gaze fell from her crisp blue eyes to the drops of blood splattering on her chest. She was wearing a translucent bit of fabric that left little to the imagination, and as the blood touched the fabric it spread quickly dying it crimson. Her large breasts rose with every breath, quick and uneven. Her pale nipple swollen, pierced with jeweled barbells. A white garter belt held up sheer white thigh high stockings that were already covered in blood from the initial cut she had given herself.

He allowed his lust for this pale mortal, his cock pressing against his pants. Trailing his claws down to her throat, he grasped it tightly taking her by surprise, the fear in her eyes fueling him. He lifted her up until her toes barely had traction on the floor, tightening his hold on her throat, blood trailed down her collar and his wrist tantalizingly. She gasped for air reaching for his hand, scratching at his fingers. He pulled her in close tasting the fresh blood and appreciating the look of terror on her face as her lips turned shades of blue. He threw her to the bed crawling on top of her, immediately grasping her throat again allowing for barely a breath.

Her cry out became a gargle as he used both hands around her throat to push her into the bed. Claws digging into her flesh. This was it this was how she was going do die…

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