Hotaru and the Demon

AN: here is the new chapter, sorry again for me not updating it in a while, who ever said that senior year is the easiest, should be shot.

DISCLAIMER: mine. plot is mine. character personalities are mine, though the names for the goddess and gods i read somewhere, sorry. everything eles is from, as my english teacher once said, my twisted little mind.

RAPE

\'Help me! This awful monster will kill me! Don’t you see it?!\' I wanted to scream, but the words were caught in my throat.

We came to a carriage that was black. Not black like an evening sky or black as a raven’s feathers but black like a bottomless void, a black that not only wouldn’t let light escape but that seemed to suck light into it. Only one thing was blacker than that carriage and it was tied to it. No mortal horse could ever be a black so dark. A horse larger than any horse I had ever seen. I wanted no part of that carriage or that horse. The seat inside the enclosed carriage was soft but firm as I was thrown onto it by my new husband.
Husband I thought, This beast could never be my husband. I hated him. I wished I could will myself to die right here, face down in this evil hell hole of a carriage. But my fear was soon renewed when we arrived at the castle.


“Move aside ‘wife’. We need to get home soon, I long to be inside you.” The words oozed from his lips like oil. I sat up in the carriage and looked out of the far window, taking in my home for the last time. His enormous body nearly filled the carriage alone; I had to squeeze against the far wall. Glancing at him I caught sight of his now fully erect and exposed member was throbbing. I quickly looked away as tears rolled down my eyes. This beast will kill me before I allow him to touch me with that, that, thing. But again the only sounds I could make were sobs.


The trip to his castle did not take long. The castle, my new home loomed ever nearer. When the coachmen brought the carriage to a stop my cheeks were again moistened with tears. Hearing my sobs apparently brought him more pleasure. After he stepped out of the carriage and stretched his sore limbs, unused to the cramped carriage he turned to me and said. “Come Hotaru, see your new home.” The tone of his voice reminded me exactly what I was to him. I couldn’t move. Even if had wanted to, which I didn’t, my legs wouldn’t move.

Frustrated he grabbed my arm and pulled me from the carriage. I tried to stand but my legs wouldn’t hold me and I tripped on my gown. Growling in frustrating he picked me up and carried me into the castle. “You shall bath first before breeding. Be quick though, you are wanted soon.” I wished I could say something but was unable to. \'At least I will be able to have a few moments alone.\' I thought to myself.


Chernobog, finding I could walk again, set me down inside the entrance to the castle. “ORATAL” he bellowed, “come, take my new wife here to her room so she can bathe.\" So the servant came to assist me up to the room he had assigned for me.

The maid helped me upstairs and into a room where a bath was already drawn. “Thank you,” was the best I could squeak out at this point. The maid set out soaps and perfumes near the bath and told me that the master would be most unpleased if I did not to my best to be presentable. No sooner had the maid left then I was out of my clothes.

I knew exactly what they meant and threw my bridal dress into the fireplace. I stood nude before the fire, watching the flames engulf that beautiful dress. All I could do was cry. After the dress was nothing more than ashes I found my way to the bath. I wanted to scrub away any trace of where that vile beast had touched me more than I wanted to be “presentable” for him.


The water felt good on my skin. I scrubbed myself with the cake of lavender soap left by the servant. I scrubbed my hands knowing he had touched them. I scrubbed even harder on my breasts, knowing his gaze had not left them more than once all day. Normally I would have been pleased had a male taken note of my beasts. I had always thought of them as fine. They were full and well proportioned to my body. Thinking fondly of my stolen youth and how giddy I had once been took my mind off the current situation. I found myself rubbing my breasts playfully as I had often fantasized about the smith’s son doing. I had always favored Enri-jin.


Thinking of him excited me and I felt my nipples harden as I thought about his hard body sweating away in the forge. I closed my eyes and imagined again how good it would feel to hold him, to let him see my breasts that the men were so proud of. I dreamt of what he would look like without his leather work apron on. I felt exited when I thought of his firm arms holding me. His muscled bare chest was pressing against my firm nipples. His hard defined abs…and I almost screamed when my eyes gazed down to his member because it was no human organ. All I could imagine was that ugly red penis that no one but my new husband could have. I opened my eyes ready to finish my bath, now that the dream was over, when I really did scream. He was watching me with a longing look was in his eye. “Well, I see that you like to show off for me. You must truly want me, you body seems to.” His piercing green eyes looked at her firm nipples as he finished the last sentence. “We begin. Now.”


He stood from the chair near the bath. I hadn’t noticed it as I came in, but then I hadn’t noticed much about the castle. Again fear gripped me as he pulled our bodies together as tight as he could. His massive hand reached down and grabbed my arms, pulling me from the water. I tried to kick him and yelled for him to stop. My screams only aroused him more.


\"Scream for me.\" He said while carring me over to the bed. The massive four post bed was covered in the finest red satin sheets. The mattress was stuffed with the finest down. Kings didn’t have beds this nice. Any other day I would have been overjoyed to lie on a bed like this, but this night, as I was thrown onto it naked and wet, was not overjoyed. I fought with him, kicked at him, and screamed as loud as I could but no one came to help me. As his massive hands grabbed my legs, I thought maybe I could keep him out of me, but he was far too strong. He pulled my legs apart as thought I had let him, even though I fought it ever second.


With a smirk, he put his legs on top of mine holding them in place. I scratched at him with my hands as best I could. Again I hadn’t noticed the chains on the four post bed as well when I came in. The beast put the shackles on my wrists and ankles with his hands. He then attached the chains to the top posts as well. I had never felt more afraid, more exposed, more vulnerable, or more naked in my entire life as I did then. I couldn’t move. The iron shackles cut into my wrists and ankles. As I lay there writhing, He put his hands on my breasts feeling them longingly. I pulled my gaze away from his massive throbbing member and looked into his magnificent green eyes.


I was weeping in fear and pain and what I saw in his eyes did nothing to calm me. I saw in his eyes not anger, hate, or the lust, I would have been able to deal with that. It wasn’t anything I could have explained. What I saw in his eyes was love, and that was worse than anything. This beast was going to rape me, was going to hurt me, was going to be my first man, and my first husband, without my consent, yet he thought that this was love.


He moved his body down onto the bed resting his face in my secret area that no one else was aloud in. His demon tongue sliding inside, exploring part that no one had ever touched in me. Moving his tongue over my clit and deep inside me, I was torn between emotions. I felt no joy as he took me, yet this would be my first ‘man’. This would be all I would have for the rest of my life and I knew it. When he was satisfied with the taste of me, he moved up to me showing me his fully erect penis. He smiled as he slowly moving it to the entrance of my secret area. I felt him rubbing it against my clitoris. When he plunged the full length of it deep inside me, breaking my virgin membranes, tearing me inside out, with my screams making even the oldest maids blood run cold.


He moved with insane speed thrusting into me, his red organ made redder by my blood. Finally after nearly an hour of torture, when I knew that if he didn’t stop soon I would pass out from the pain, he filled me with his semen. I looked down at my desecrated vagina as he removed his member. I could feel it inside me. His semen and my blood dripping out of me. I cried as he stood up.


“So how does it feel my new wife, how does it feel knowing you will bear my child?” I couldn’t speak through the tears. He stood over me, hand still on his member. His penis still erect, he stroked it as he looked down at me. Blood running from my wrists and ankles. And blood and semen dripping from my vagina. He smiled as he stroked himself over me and just before I passed out from loss of blood, he emptied what semen he had left onto my face.

AN:well, there you have it, hotaru is no longer a vigin. please forgive me, but my internet has a tendency to work only when it deems necessary