Chapter 4 The Descent
Chapter 4: The Descent
I t didn’t take long for Belraxas to find me, his presence unmistakable. If he was a demon with powers, he could have easily done it before I grabbed Dawson. Yet he didn’t. Was he watching me and my victim like a voyeur? Thoughts of Belraxes getting aroused by my playtime made me feel things I didn’t want to admit.
I was broken. I knew it. Nothing normal could excite me anymore, not after witnessing human men repeatedly surrender to their carnal lusts, indulging in what they shouldn’t. Watching how they tore lives apart to satisfy their uncontrollable desires had shattered something deep within me with the opposite sex.
But Balraxas, with his monstrous form... his temptation of something far beyond this existence was hard to not be drawn to.
As if he could read my thoughts, his hands slithered across my chest, caressing my breast with an audacity that could only be born of a demon.
My breath hitched as my nipples began to harden under his touch. What was wrong with me? Between the layers of clothes and my bra, he shouldn’t affect me like this.
The ghost of Belraxas’ hot breath traveled across my right shoulder as his fingers pulled down the collar of my shirt. I stifled a moan when his long black tongue licked a purposeful trail across my skin, his deep voice whispering praises at my work.
“You’re beautiful when you’re like this,” he hummed, his thin lips pressing softly against me.
“When I’m like what?” I said more annoyed than I should. I didn’t like what was growing inside of me, a dark stain that bloomed like a black rose, waiting to be plucked by the right gardener.
His ability to shadow me was unnerving, but I’d grown used to the oddities of the night, hadn’t I? To the curious onlookers who watched me confidently stride down the city streets among predators.
Belraxas never claimed to not be one himself. No, in fact, he admitted as such on our first meeting. So why wasn’t I torturing him on the examination table, making sure he could never follow through with his threat?
Images of the demon tied down beneath my legs made me press my thighs together.
Get a hold of yourself, Lena. What is wrong with you? Does he even have a cock?
His hands continued to trail down my sides, never faltering despite my own tumultuous thoughts. When his calloused hands slithered beneath my shirt and dug into my hips, I almost fell forward onto the table.
“Your refusal to surrender makes me burn for you all the more, little mortal,” he groaned before disappearing, leaving me more frustrated than I wanted to admit.
“Stupid demon,” I grumbled, staring at my victim on the table, needing something to vent my frustrations.
With a growl, I shoved the handle of the saw back and forth into Dawson’s ass before jerking it out with a hard pull. He cried behind his gag, coming back to consciousness right before I grabbed another blade and then his cock in my hand. His single eye widened as I began to stroke it.
“This is what you wanted isn’t it? A woman to fondle your repugnant cock as if she worships the ground you walk on?” I sneered before gripping it until the head turned purple with lack of blood flow. He didn’t have the energy to moan in pain, instead he drooled behind his ball gag and around the filleted skin that hung beside it. “Assholes like you should have never been born.”
With a single swoop, I cut off his dick, watching with morbid fascination as his foreskin curled back beyond the wound, blood pooling between his legs like piss.
The excitement was short lived as his eye began to roll to the back of his skull.
“You don’t last very long, do you. How did any of these women find you satisfying?” It was probably the reason why he jumped from one woman to the next, I told myself. His performance was anything but subpar. The severed dick almost slipped out of my hand as I lazily removed the ball gag and made him choke on his own cock.
He gurgled and sputtered, blood bubbling as if mixed with soap. I watched with numbed apathy as his body convulsed, signaling his final fight for life.
“Is that a gift for me, little hunter?” came the seductive tenor of my invisible companion. My voyeur.
Letting my eyelids flutter close, I let out a breath, drowning out the sounds of my victim’s final coughs.
“What would it be like for you to choke on my phallus like that? To watch you sputter and cry for mercy as your delectable soul threatened to leave your body?” he cooed behind my ear. Was it wrong of me to be angry that he wasn’t touching me as his words continued to tease me? “Would you like that, little female? Would you beg for me to stop torturing you or would you beg for more?”
“Are you just all talk or are you going to do something about it?” I challenged, my pussy spasming at his threats.
There was something in the cadence of his laugh—something that went beyond his usual dark amusement. It satisfied me to know he sounded like he bordered the same frustration in me.
Perhaps he liked torturing himself, as well. Weren’t we a pair?
“You dismiss me as a trick, Leeeena,” he hissed as if in pain. “Your stubbornness both irritates me and amuses me. I like the way you play with your toys. How will you play with me, I wonder? To think, a simple mortal like you luring a demon into your web of blooded debauchery…”
Was that what I was doing? This? This was what I did with or without him. If he thought I did anything different to entertain the likes of him….
I wouldn’t dream of it. Your work inspires my phallus. Would you still want me if I was as easy as your victims?
I gasped when his words traveled through my mind telepathically. I spun around, glaring at him, my fists clenched in frustration. The more I learned about his abilities, the more it unsettled me, knowing it put me at a serious disadvantage.
“Who said I wanted you?” I snapped, defensive.
The dark cloud in front of me gradually solidified into the unmistakable form of Balraxas, his towering frame looming over me, bending me backward with his overpowering presence.
Maybe it was the apathy within me from this kill. Maybe it was the way he hovered inches away from me without giving into his own desires to touch me, leaving me maddened by his self control.
I grabbed him by the throat with my blooded glove, ghosting my lips against his, making his aggravating smirk falter for a second.
“Go on then,” I challenged. “Show me. You bluster and you bluff. All talk as I get shit down around here. It’s time for you to step up and go through with your threats, demon.”
Our breaths grew shallow as we became locked in a strange battle of wills, each of us waiting in tense silence, wondering who would break first. A familiar thrill surged through me like lightning—the allure of the unknown, the possibility of failing at my challenge... and somehow, loving it.
I could feel him weighing his next move, trying to anticipate and counter the potential of mine. With a smirk of my own, I spontaneously darted my tongue out and trailed it along his lips before teasing it along his exposed teeth.
He didn’t hesitate. His arms wrapped around me as the world around us shimmered and wavered. The ground beneath our feet gave an unnatural hum. For a split second, I thought it was some trick of the light. But the earth beneath me began to crack, the darkness of the night swallowing everything around us, warping reality.
One moment, the smell of sulfur filled my nose—choking, suffocating. The next moment, extra limbs wrapped around my thighs, pulling them apart while lifting me onto the examination table and the corpse on top of it.
Reality reshifted back as I stared at him expectantly, my pussy aching.
My grip was still firmly on his throat as the world around me twisted once more, turning into something alien and terrible and morphing back into reality again.
His open skull expanded and contracted like a serpent’s jaw, preparing itself to swallow prey much too large for its mouth. Beneath his otherworldly looking kilt, something undulated and slithered.
“Are you hiding a demonic pet down there or are you just happy to see me?” I breathed.
The body beneath me was cooling, helping to relieve the flames that were growing within me with every caress from Belraxas. When his claws caught in the fabric of my clothes, he growled and tore through them, his mouth traveling along my collarbone without dislodging my grip around his throat.
“I envy the males you torture, Lena. Why do you not give me the same pleasure?” he moaned as if in pain, one hand reaching into the expanded rib cage to the right of me.
I leaned back, softly laughing at his longing, releasing my grip and fueling his jealousy. He snarled and grabbed my wrist with his bloodied hand, nuzzling his eyeless face into my palm as if begging me to fillet his face like Dawson’s.
And for a brief moment, I considered it. He groaned and I grabbed his chin, tilting it up toward me. “If you’re a good demon, I might torture you the way you like it,” I whispered in false hope. I hadn’t made up my mind yet, waiting to see how this little game would unfold and whether it would play out in my favor or his.
He shouldn’t reveal his weaknesses to me if he didn’t want me to exploit it.
He crawled up my body, shredding my clothes in the process, trailing his long black tongue along the side of my breast before swirling it around my dark nipple. His hand reached out toward the open rib cage once more, and with a jerk, he pulled out Dawson’s heart, rubbing its glistening, wet surface between my breasts.
I shouldn’t be so turned on by this gesture, but here I was panting in my own right as I watched him take a bite out of it before shoving it in his open skull. The teeth gnawed and gnashed like a living thing as he leaned down to trail his bloodied lips along my pebbled skin.
“Do you want me to beg, Lena? Beg for you to gag me the way you did him? To watch you have your way with me even if it meant I would lose a limb?” He panted, nipping my skin with a hint of pain. Images of me drinking his blood, licking his exposed muscles and tendons flashed before my eyes, leaving me breathless. “Because I would if it meant you’d give me as much attention to detail as you do these pathetic human males.”
I couldn’t help myself, I laughed. What the hell was wrong with this demon? Weren’t they the ones doling out torture? By the sound of it, he was the one craving to be made a sacrifice…
He chuckled against my exposed flesh, his teeth grazing across my skin with a promise.
“Oh, little hunter…didn’t you know?” He whispered before taking a hard bite out of me, making me scream. “Belraxas is a demon of bloodlust.”