Lucia
The first thing I noticed was my hair. It was unravelled from its braid, spilling loose over my shoulders like a sinner’s veil. I lifted a hand to push it back, and that’s when I saw the gold ring glinting in the thin morning light.
A hiss cut through the silence.
I froze.
Coiled on my floor was a jet-black snake, its tongue flicking between needle-sharp fangs. Its head was broad, hooded like a cobra’s, obsidian scales glistening with an unnatural sheen. Venom dripped from its jaws, sizzling where it struck the wood.
I stumbled back, my legs hitting the bed.
The snake slammed onto the floor, its body writhing in jagged, unnatural motions—too fast, too fluid. It didn’t slither. It pursued.
I shrieked and scrambled onto the mattress, clutching a pillow like a shield. My breath came in ragged gasps as I scanned the room, waiting for it to strike.
Then the stench hit me.
Sulfur. Rotten eggs. The acrid reek of something not of this earth.
My gaze darted to the wall—and my blood turned to ice.
My crucifix hung upside down.
I dropped to my knees on the bed, the snake forgotten, fingers clasped in desperate prayer. I clutched my rosary beads from my nightstand, rubbing one of the wooden balls as I began to pray.
“Lord, deliver me from evil—”
A laugh echoed through the room—low, liquid, amused.
“Oh, Lucia—” The voice curled around me, a serpent’s tongue in my ear. “Stop that. It tickles.”
My breath hitched. I cracked open one eye.
The room was empty.
No snake. No shadow. Just the wrongness of the inverted cross, the stench of hell clinging to my skin.
“Lucia.” The voice sang my name this time, a taunt.
“E-Evil b-begone!” I stammered, my voice breaking.
A whisper against my neck. Hot breath where there was none.
My breath came in ragged gasps as I clawed at the ring, my fingernails drawing blood. The gold burned hotter the more I struggled—a brand sealing my fate.
“E-Evil be—”
A solid hand, cold as a corpse, slammed me face-first into the mattress. My rosary beads snapped beneath me, scattering like broken vows.
“Begone?” The demon’s laugh slithered down my spine. “Sweet Lucia. You summoned me the moment you slid my ring onto your warm, willing finger. You signed for this in a past life.”
“No,” I gasped in disbelief.
His weight settled over me, impossibly heavy, yet I felt no body—only pressure and the stench of sulphur and spoiled sacrament wine.
“Let’s not pretend,” he purred, a claw tracing the curve of my hip through the rough fabric of my nightdress. “I can taste your history. Your manager’s hands on your thighs. The sacristan’s mouth on your—”
“Stop.” I writhed, but his grip tightened. My belly cramped with a sickening flutter beneath my navel.
Lust.
He lifted my nightdress up, causing the cold air to infiltrate my body. The sun vanished, and the room darkened.
“How many years has it been since anyone touched you, hmm? Sweet Lucia, I can give you what you need,” he hissed in my ear.
His claws scratched my thighs as he parted my legs. I felt no pain, but blood was dripping down my inner thighs.
Something dangled in front of my face. My rosary beads were whole again, and I reached out to grab them, but he pulled them away.
“Oh, these are going somewhere else, Lucia,” he said with a chuckle.
“Please, no,” I whispered against the bed as he pulled me down until my feet hit the floor.
Liquid dripped down my buttocks, and I felt the pressure against my hole. He pushed the small beads inside my anal cavity. The slippery beads began to ease inside of me.
“Stop it,” I cried as he continued to push more inside of me, painfully stretching me out.
“Shh, I’m putting them to good use,” the evil beast taunted me.
Each time he pushed another bead in, I tightened my muscles, but it was useless. They were so small he was able to push them in. A long groan escaped from my lips when I didn't think I could take much more.
“Almost done, sweet Lucia. I want to see that little trinket dangling out of your asshole when I take you.”
I froze when I realised he meant the small cross at the end.
I tried to wiggle out of his grip, but he placed more weight on my back, immobilising me once more.
I felt his tongue on my inner thigh, licking its path to my core.
When I tried to close my legs, his nails dug into me.
They didn’t feel as sharp as they were earlier.
“You’re not a very well-behaved bride,” he said before he tutted.
Bride? The ring.
I tried to pull it off again, but it wouldn’t budge.
“Mmm,” he said before he licked me.
His tongue parted me, and his fingers pushed more beads inside of me. I tried to resist, but it had been so long, years. I clutched the bedsheets as he pushed the tip of his finger into my ass.
“Please,” I whimpered, and he paused.
“Which hole do you want my cock in, Lucia?”
“Neither,” I cried.
“Isn’t lying a sin? Because your cunt is dripping all over my tongue,” he said before the tip of his cock moved up and down both passages. “Choose before I choose for you, Lucia.”
“N-not in my—” I began to say, but I couldn't say it out loud.
“Not in your—” he said, mocking me before he sighed. “I guess your asshole is pretty full.”
He moved his cock down, brushing it along the length of my pussy, occasionally nudging it against my clit. I glanced back, but he pushed my face into the bed before I saw him.
“No peeking,” he said, pressing himself into me.
“Oh, aaah,” I cried out at the feeling of him forging his path inside me.
His hands gripped my hips, pulling me back while he drove deep again and again until I felt his hips and legs brush against mine.
“That’s it, Lucia. It feels good, doesn't it?”
I shook my head even as my pussy tightened around him, and my ass squeezed the beads.
“Liar,” he hissed, slamming into me so hard that the wooden bed scraped along the floor.
His hand tangled in my hair, yanking my head up before he bottomed out in me, hitting against my cervix until pain bloomed through my lower belly. I gasped as it took my breath away.
“Are you going to cum for me, Lucia?” he hissed fucking me harder.
“Oh God, no,” I whispered, not wanting to enjoy this act, but then he started to tug on the beads.
“You can't hide from this. I can already feel your pussy fluttering around me,” he said, pulling more beads out.
“COME!” he roared, yanking the beads out while he drove himself back inside me, impaling me on his cock and trapping me on the bed.
To my horror, I came as fast as lightning. It stole my breath with the force of the pain and pleasure. The sick pain of him pulling the beads out and the pleasure of having his cock plunge into me. His fingers moved around my neck, both hands gripping me while he continued to use me.
I could still feel myself pulsate around him when he grunted, squeezing my neck so hard that I started to choke and gasp for air—hot, wet semen spurt inside of me. I tried to turn my head because I couldn't breathe, but he released his grip. My head fell on the bed.
“Ah. There it is.” His long tongue licked my shoulder blade. “My heir quickens. Feel how your body welcomes me.”
“What?” I said, dazed and trying to comprehend his words.
Fingers probed my belly before they vanished.
“Becoming a demon’s bride comes with a price, Lucia,” he whispered, but when I turned around, he was gone.
His semen slowly dripped out of me, and I sagged on the bed.