6 comments/ 78079 views/ 16 favorites Daemon Days Ch. 01 By: Erana In her mind her thoughts raced like wildfire. How was this happening? How had a simple walk around her quiet country village turned into this? She looked over at the creature that had snatched her from the woods as she enjoyed her country stroll. Although the place it had brought her was dark, she could make out a vaguely human figure, but with gigantic horns sprouting from his forehead. It was much taller and broader than a man though, standing about 7 foot tall and with huge powerful broad shoulders. Its eyes glowed luminously in the pale moonlight. She recalled the strength of his grip on her arm and the strong scent of musk upon him and it made her shudder. It had dragged her at lightning speed along the woodland floor and into a cave, she assumed his residence of sorts, and proceeded to peel her clothes off in strips. It used its teeth to tear the cloth and then violently ripped the fabric from her body. It wasn't cold, but she couldn't stop shivering throughout the ordeal. He had taken in her scent by breathing in every bit of her exposed flesh and licking her skin. His tongue was large and rough and made her shaking even more exaggerated. As his hand now came towards her she started to weep quietly. She knew screaming would do her no favours so far away from her home. Even so, she couldn't help but squeal as his right hand grabbed both her wrists and pinned them above her head to the wall. His other large hand groped at her exposed breasts and mauled them roughly like dough. She could see now to her horror that his intentions were worse than her mind could possibly have imagined as his enormous phallus protruded from his groin. It must have been at least 8 inches long, but it was its girth that amazed and terrified her. She could see large, throbbing veins winding around it and the whole thing seemed to be visibly pulsing. The beast threw her to the ground and as if inspecting her, again tasted her flesh with its rough tongue. It felt as if the rough side of a moistened sponge were being scraped across her back. It then moved further down her back and along the backs of her thighs and buttocks. Its destination did not take much working out. As it neared her groin she was expecting the rough, but thorough inspection to proceed as before. When it stabbed its tongue right into her, the squeal that escaped her lips was intense. She could feel its moist roughness in every part of her passage, rubbing and probing, curling and tasting her very essence. Its hands tightened their grip on her arms against the floor and she felt its horns bucking against her ribs as its head moved to push its tongue deeper and deeper into her femininity. They nicked the underside of her breasts that were protruding from her ribcage and after what seemed an eternity the tongue began to recede. The monster seemed to grunt some sort of approval, as if her taste had satisfied him enough to deem her suitable for his purpose. She was yanked upwards by her wrists and slammed face first on a ledge of rock that was jutting out from the side of the wall. It had one hand on the small of her back, pinning her into place though her legs and arms were flailing wildly in an attempt of escape. She felt the Daemon (she had by now correctly assumed its origin) breathing heavily on the back of her neck and its moist clammy scent again hit her nostrils. It pressed its face against her cheek and she felt a cold sharp tooth grate against her skin. It positioned itself between her legs and jabbed its groin against hers a number of times before finally finding its goal and pounding its cock into her. She felt its girth fill her inside like baseball bat and every prominent vein rubbed against her walls like nothing she had ever before experienced. The creature was merciless and she knew that it held no care for her wellbeing. She was merely a means to an end -- a plaything of sorts. As it slammed its huge dick into her she bucked and writhed trying to get away, but this only made its grip on her body tighten. Its clawed hands mauled her all over, making her feel even more violated than she thought was possible, all the while continuing to fuck her as she lay spread eagled on the ledge. To her horror, she felt her body begin to betray her. She was not enjoying being ravaged by this creature, but the instinctive reaction of her sex had kicked in and partly to her relief, the moisture that was accumulating made the passage of this beasts cock into her most intimate parts slightly more bearable. As its hands were groping her body, one of them knocked her clit and she bucked with the shock. The creature paused momentarily and then as if to experiment, did it again with deliberation. Her ensuing wriggling and squirming must have pleasured the daemon with its cock inside her reaping the full benefit of her struggle and it continued to stimulate her whilst ramming its penis further and further into her. It was simply too much for her body to be able to resist and she felt herself cum, arching her back and wailing at the top of her voice. The creature grunted and seemed to smirk as she went limp beneath him. It did not stop. Though it pulled its dick clean out of her, it then rolled her onto her back and again entered her now soaking pussy with its grotesque phallus. She could see its horns and fangs, glinting in the moonlight, and its face was merely inches from her own. Its arms pinned hers to the rock with its hands pulling her hair back. Its tongue again appeared and started to lick her breasts, belly and neck. The tongue then moved down towards her sex and licked her clit, savouring her juices, as its cock savagely pumped in and out of her now rather sore hole. Its pace quickened and she could feel its throbbing cock inside her pulse at an ever increasing rate. With an almighty wail the creature came inside her and the pressure of its hot cum within her filled her till she felt she would burst. It banged her so hard it chafed her back on the rock and pumped her full of its juice. The creature's energy sapped, it fell on top of her smothering her with it immense form. It then pawed around her sex, seemingly trying to recover the masses of cum that were pouring from her and rubbing them into her skin as if scent marking her. Eventually it picked her up and dumped her in a corner of the cave that had straw piled on the floor. Her life, she realised, was about to change drastically. Daemon Days Ch. 02 She awoke in a daze. Disillusioned until the feel of warm, spiky straw pricking her skin, forced realisation to come flooding back, she remembered exactly where she was. The beast lay sleeping in front of her. Terrified as she was by her ordeal, she could not help but admire the rippling muscular form as it rose and fell from breathing heavily. Its suede-like skin was glistening from the sweat that had built up as a result of its earlier effort to take her through force. "Such immense force" she thought to herself. Shaking herself from the absorbing sight before her, it came to her attention that if she were ever to be able to escape from this captivity, her chance was now as the creature slept. It would not be as simple as she'd hoped. It was still dark and she had no idea where she was. She also did not know how far or in which direction her home, or at least safety, might be. She may be a country girl, but with not even a shred of clothing on her back, she doubted how long she could survive in the wilderness. Along with this, the creature's immense form was blocking her path through the cave to the entrance. She had been flung into the straw-laden corner and promptly passed out. The daemon, it seems, had found a suitably comfy spot where the walls of the cave narrowed and his length filled the gap. "I'll have to try" she thought. Gingerly she tested the movement of her body. She had been thrashed about by the beast and now was fearful that her lithe muscles would not hold out. She carefully started to step towards the crouched form in front of her, trying to find a path around the hulking body. She saw a gap by its elbow where its head rested on its forearm, and tried to tiptoe into the space. The beast's head stirred as its foot neared, but after a small snort it again settled. Her other foot rose slowly, lifted over the head below it, and came back down on the other side. Her heartbeat started to race as she realised she was one step away from the beginning of freedom. Freedom, it seems, that would not be so easy to come by. As she started to lift her foot from within the daemon's joint, she felt a strong hand grasp her ankle firmly. In a blind panic she fell to the floor and attempted to kick herself free. The hand that held her, however, was strong and powerful and not about to let go. It was as if her kicks and punches on its skin were like paper strips on tough leather. Awoken from its slumber, its reactions took a while to register, but now it could see that its prey was trying to evade containment, it took action to prevent escape. It's other hand came up to her neck and firmly grasped around her throat. As she gasped for air, the hand holding her ankle moved up to her slender waist and she was lifted high in the air and firmly put back towards the inside of the cave. When her feet touched the floor, the grip around her body did not loosen. Instead, she felt herself being drawn towards the humongous body that now ensnared her form. As she drew nearer, she could smell its must as strong and powerful as its muscles. The now not so unfamiliar smell instantly reminded her of her earlier trial, and she knew what was about to happen. The thing rubbed itself against her, almost as if marking her with its presence and scent. Its fur felt greasy and full of scent. It walked forwards, forcing her backwards and against the wall of the cave. Its paws moved to her undercarriage and lifted her upwards, scraping her back against the cool stone. It rubbed frantically at her female area, possibly trying to replicate the reaction it had accidentally brought forth earlier, but its movement served to cause her sex to moisten involuntarily. Moving its groin under her hips, it started to grind against her, not yet penetrating her sore and swollen lips. One paw moved to her breasts and began to maul and pound them as it rocked. Her thoughts turned to a mixture of despair and resignation. The thought of what would happen filled her with woe, but the futility of any attempt at escape made her already exhausted body go limp in acceptance of her fate. The beast grabbed her hips and moved her towards its groin forcefully, impaling her on its swollen member. The cock filled her completely, but her moistness and limpness made it easier to bear. It pumped and ground her, still lifted from the floor and pinned against the stone cave wall. It used its claws around her hips to move her entire body, in motion with its own, to ensure full penetration all the way up to her womb. She had never felt so full. It was as if a balloon were being inflated within her. Fearful of what she may see, she looked down to see that its full length could not possibly fit within her. A good few inches of cock could be seen protruding from the wiry mass of fur that was its pelvis and she could see her juices running downside it. Curiosity riveted her stare to the sight. The incredible strength and stamina that the daemon had amazed her and apart from the fullness and continued pounding, she felt as if she were seeing it from outside her own body. The beast picked up pace and could no longer sustain her weight whilst continuing. They crashed to the floor, his cock still shoved inside her, and it rested its weight on her torso as it fucked her. She felt his furry chest crush her breasts and its tongue started to lick the sweat from the side of her face. Its paws reached underneath her and clenched her butt cheeks tight, digging its claws into her skin. She hoped he wouldn't suddenly pull in any direction for fear of being ripped apart by those sharp talons. She felt her body start to betray her, for it was more than she could take to receive such animalistic fucking and remain unaffected. His groin was rubbing hard against her clit as it pounded her and she felt her body try to buck and grind, thought her movement was limited by the massive weight on top of her. The Daemon then did something that had not happened earlier. The tongue that was licking her face grew and grew in size and length and started to trail down her body like some hot wet tentacle. Its paws pulled her cheeks apart and it slithered between them, probing her back passage and licking the entrance to her cunt that was being fucked by its giant cock. It made her puckered rear entrance wet with its saliva before thrusting inside. Amazingly, it was so wet it didn't hurt but the sensation caused her to orgasm immediately. As her cunt and arse tightened in spasms, the daemon shot its mass of thick gooey cum into her pussy and she felt it like hot syrup being pumped in with a hose. It burst out of her at force as the thing continued to pump hard and fast, until after a few moments it slowed. Again, she peered to see what had become of her, and saw masses of cum flowing from her gaping hole around its cock. It was the last thing she saw before, exhausted, she passed out.