Coercion of the Beast

Coercion of the Beast

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

Summary

A demon from the best of nightmares haunts Sarah. He knows everything about her; her past, her fears, her desires, and yet he wants more. He wants all of her, body, soul, and mind, and he won't be pleased until she hands them over. Until she wants him to take them. To take her.

Summary

A demon from the best of nightmares haunts Sarah. He knows everything about her; her past, her fears, her desires, and yet he wants more. He wants all of her, body, soul, and mind, and he won't be pleased until she hands them over. Until she wants him to take them. To take her.

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Submitted: November 05, 2017

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Had it not been for the vampire fangs in her mouth, and the makeup that she wore, Sarah might have completely forgotten that it was Halloween. The idea upset her as well; she loved Halloween. She loved horror in general, in all of its many forms, from the psychological to the gore. She had seen dozens of scary movies, read piles of horror books, and played an uncountable amount of terrifying games, and she cherished every moment. Halloween, however: Halloween was the night for horror, the one where being scary, and loving it was more than acceptable to everyone, everywhere.
 No, Sarah would not be able to forget about Halloween for the life of her. It was simply that, aside from making it difficult to talk, the signs of the wonderful horror day were few and far between, the reason being that she worked in a convince store. Aside from the occasional child tagging along with their parent, almost no one was in costume. Sure, there were Halloween decorations everywhere, but, it was already Halloween; they were preparing for the next big holiday, Christmas. 
It was depressing to her. When she was younger, she used to go out trick-or-treating, or at least to a party, or anything. However, now that she was an adult, and not in college, she had to work until they closed, and the enjoyable terrors of the night would go unseen by her. Each hour that passed made her want to run out, and just see some reminder that her favorite holiday was still being celebrated somewhere, somehow. It made her want to scream at a customer, just to see them jump, and then laugh about it. To feel a chill run down her spine at the sight of an especially well-done costume. To hear the rattling of chains, anything! Anything remotely in the spirit of that night. 
The urge grew worse, and worse, until she absolutely craved it. She needed something to make her jump, and remind her what night it was, and so when her shift was done at last, she found herself almost running for the door. There was still time before midnight, and even though she had to walk home, as her car had gotten a flat tire earlier that day, even if she saw something along the way, it would have been good enough for her. 
She passed by a few houses throwing parties, and the occasional group of children looking for the houses that were still handing out candy, but it didn’t feel the same. Not until she walked down that street.
Sarah had walked home multiple times before, but never when it had been dark out, and when she turned down an empty road, she froze. There was something wrong about it, as if she shouldn’t be there. As if the street was meant to be passed by, and that she should walk down the next one. Yet, she stood, and stared down the dark way. There were a few street lamps on both sides, and a sidewalk as well so that she didn’t have to risk walking in the road, but the lamps were so far apart that there were big patches of nothing between each. She shivered then, though no wind blew, and had she not been so afraid, she would have known that she had found her sign. The sign that Halloween was still around, and very much alive. 
Sarah knew that something wasn’t right, but she was also convinced that she had to go down the road. There was no way that she was lost; she lived too close to work, and knew the way like the back of her hand. Perhaps it was the knowledge, at the back of her mind, that it was Halloween, and simply knowing that was what caused her to be so hesitant. It was a friendly neighborhood, and she knew almost everyone anyway, nothing would happen to her. What could?
She didn’t really believe in ghosts, or monsters, or demons either, though a part of her wished that she would, especially on that Halloween out of all nights. There was nothing for her to be afraid of, except the darkness, and so Sarah drew in a deep breath, and began to walk. 
After she passed under the first light, Sarah noticed someone walking her way, on the same side of the road. Her heart skipped a beat first, having not seen the man, for it clearly was a man, before she began to walk, but she forced the thought to pass. There was nothing intimidating about the man at all, and from the way he walked, he hadn’t even noticed her yet. He wasn’t wearing a costume at all, and the fact that he hadn’t even been wearing a mask comforted Sarah somewhat. If there was a night to get away with a crime, it could have been that night, since no one could recognize you outside of a costume. No, he seemed to simply be walking along, though it was rather late.
As she got closer, Sarah realized that he was actually very attractive, and couldn’t help but to keep glancing at him. He wore a simple plaid shirt, though it looked new and nice, and her eyes glided over how tight it came across his chest, and arms, showing off, perhaps without meaning to, his muscular figure. In the bright lamp light, his hair seemed as dark as the night around then, cut at short length, though long enough to push up and over slightly. He had a cute little nose, but a sharp and strong jaw — although not so much so that the bones stuck out, which was good, because Sarah often found that while a well-defined jaw was handsome, there was a fine line between good and skeletal looking — and lines under his eyes that gave him a very stern, but reserved look. With each step, she stared more, and the longer she stared, the more she couldn’t stop. He wasn’t just attractive; he was incredible. She was sure perfect wouldn’t be right word, but she couldn’t pick out anything she would change. Each time she thought she came across a flaw, like the sharper peak of his eyebrows, or the resting position of his mouth, she realized that even if it was a flaw, it fit, and fit very well. 
She felt wrong, as if each second of her staring was a crime, but even the thoughts couldn’t stop her. She was worried that he would look up, and catch her, and that whatever eyes this man had would lock her in place, and then she could never look away. Yet, he didn’t look up until the very last second that he could, right when the two were about each other by. Sarah had found herself dreading the moment actually, when she could no longer look. Would she ever see him again?
In that last moment, however, before they passed each other by under the pale light of the street lamp, making his skin seem more pale than it likely was, he did look up, but it made Sarah gasp. Those eyes, in the split second that she saw them, spoke a thousand words. They were a hazel sort of color; a light, golden brown, with hints of green. There had been a half-smile playing around his mouth as well. She could never forget the look. His eyes told her that he had seen her well before she had, and that he had known how much she had been staring the entire time, and that he liked it. It made her blush, and a hint of red came to her pale — and made paler with the make up — face. She was guilty, caught in the act, but it was a good sort of guilty; she had committed the crime, but he had liked it. She had to bite into her cheek to keep from smiling. Yet, there had been something else in those eyes. Something that made her smile easier to repress. It had been a dangerous look, like the way a predator glances at its prey right before it pounces. It made her pulse quicken, and she took a quick breath in. Even with the look, she couldn’t have been prepared for what happened next.
Sarah felt her body fly forwards, forced by a strong push, and the wind was knocked out of her as she hit the lamp post hard. She tried to cry out in pain, but couldn’t. There was a hand over her mouth, and another one firmly clasped about her throat. They were his hands, they had to be. She could feel his body pressed against her, his chest rising and falling against her back, his strong arms wrapped around her, and his hands pinning her to the spot.
She was terrified then. It had happened too fast, and she hadn’t expected it in the slightest. Her heart was pounding, and her lungs forced short and fast breaths out through her nose. Her eyes were wide, and her blood ran cold as she looked down at the hand that covered her lips. She didn’t know what to do, and her mind was racing too fast to think of anything. All she knew is that she didn’t want to be hurt. She would give him her money if that’s what he wanted. She would give him her wallet, her phone, anything, just as long as he let her go, and didn’t hurt her. 
But he didn’t say anything. He didn’t ask for her money, or her phone, or her wallet. He didn’t make a noise at all, and that made Sarah all the more horrified. She stopped breathing, and that was when she felt it. There was a breath, his breath, hot and full of moisture in the cold October air, right on her neck. Her head began to spin, and her vision began to blur as she realized what he wanted. He was going to have her way with her, right then and there, and even if his hand wasn’t in the way, Sarah felt as if she didn’t have the voice to scream. She began trembling, and thought she was going to cry, until he started moving her head. 
With the hand that covered her mouth, his hand pulled and twisted, forcing Sarah to crane her neck, and tilt her head to the right, letting his breath cover more of her exposed neck. Then, Sarah lost all feeling of fear and sadness when she felt his teeth begin to sink in. She was too shocked to feel anything but the tearing of her own flesh. She didn’t know how deep he bit in, or how many teeth sunk into the pale skin, but she could feel his powerful jaws lock down, and she knew her own blood burst out. 
Had she been able to, Sarah might have wondered if he was insane, or if, somehow, she had encountered a true vampire. She didn’t believe in silly stories like that, but it was Halloween, and the late night had a way with human minds. However, Sarah could not think any of that, and in fact, could not think very much at all. The only thoughts that ran through her mind were that there were teeth in her neck. He had bit into her. It felt like he was sucking her blood. It didn’t even hurt very much, although she knew that it should have, and would have if it were not for the adrenaline flowing through her. If she lived through whatever the man, the monster, was doing to her, she knew she would feel it later. 
She was unsure if her paralysis was due to the shock, and slowly returning fear, or if it was because he had bit down on some nerve in her neck, and was inhibiting her movement. Regardless of the cause, when his hand moved from her mouth to her chin, holding her head in place, and his other hand slid from her neck, Sarah found that she was unable to make any noise at all. 
Then, he made a noise. It was a strange one for the situation, because she could have sworn it was almost a laugh. A sort of soft chuckle, one to match the half smile he had on his face earlier. It wasn’t a laugh that someone would make when something is funny, but rather, when something is amusing, and perhaps interesting, in a strange way.
That was when his free hand began to move. He had removed it from her neck earlier, but she could feel that it had returned then. He had placed it at the top of her left hip, his fingers wrapping around the curve of her body before letting his hand slide. Sarah knew what was happening then, but for some reason, was less afraid. No, not afraid, she was still deathly terrified. She was less upset. She knew where his hand was going, and she knew that her body was at his disposal, but a part of her was fine with that. If she could move, she was unsure if she would fight back. She didn’t know if she would want to. 
She was suddenly very aware of his body, the warm muscles that pressed into her, forcing her against the light post, pinning her, leaving her helpless against him. His mouth was still locked around her throat, and while she was sure that there was an agonizing pain there, her body felt his hand much more. It slid along her waist, passing over her shirt, until it came to just below her belly button, where it began to make its way under her shirt. She could see the cloth rise as his hand then moved upwards, his fingers tracing lightly across her smooth skin, gliding towards her breasts. Then, the hand snaked underneath her bra, and came upon the more sensitive part of her body. She could feel herself tremble at the touch as the first finger began to make a circle. She had never known what it was like to both be aroused and scared for her life at the same time until that moment. She couldn’t tell if the pounding in her chest was from the maw that ripped away at her, or from the touch so gentle that she was surprised they were the same man.
After a moment, and him giving some attention to her other breast as well, Sarah felt his hand recede, and while she hoped that he had gotten what he wanted in defiling her, an inner craving yearned for the hand to return. He, however, was far from done. His hand then dove downward, forcing itself underneath her pants, though still above her underwear, and then began to move at a tantalizingly slow pace. She could feel each finger pressed hard into her skin, getting closer and closer to where he wanted to be, forcing her to feel every inch of the journey. Her whole body shook as one of the fingers found their way, and passed over the top of her delicate lips. From there, he began to slide down more, moving one finger right down the middle, drawing a line over everywhere that she would have touched herself, before he reached the opening. Then, the fingers began to make circles again, pressing hard into her panties, and while she hated to admit it, leaving a damp spot on them. She had forgotten about the hand holding her head in place then, or the teeth that sunk deep into her, and restricted her breathing. Her eyes were wide open, and she drew in short, sharp, shaky breaths through her mouth, which was now parted slightly, allowing the faintest of gasps to slip through. 
Then, there was that laugh again. The deep, quiet, sexy laugh which told Sarah that he was still paying attention. She could feel it through his chest, which brought her senses back to his body, still pressed firmly against her own. There was something that hadn’t been there before. She felt it pressing into her ass, just as hard and firm as his hand on her chin, and she felt it, she knew just how much further he was planning on going. 
The hand began to retract from her pants, and once outside, she could feel the button at the top being undone, the zipper go down, and then, as she took in a slow, though still shaky breath, she felt him begin to pull at her pants as well. She didn’t try to fight against him then; she was too afraid. Neither did she process what her eyes were fixed upon, for she was just looking into the darkness. All that Sarah was aware of was the feeling. The wind was cold against her bare skin, now that her pants were down, but it was not long before she could feel his own bare skin, warm and smooth, pressing against her. She gasped again as she felt him do it then, as she felt it pushed against her, and slowly forced inside. She could feel him, the girth of his hot, hard shaft, slowly start to push itself all the way into her, so deep that she was worried it would break something. Then, it slid out, letting her juices that had been building up come with it, before he pushed himself all the way back into her. 
He started thrusting faster, and Sarah could feel every movement, and every inch. As he went, her own breath started to speed up. For the first time, she moved, grabbing the post that she was pressed into, and curling her fingers into it. She tried to tell herself that it was a natural reaction. That she didn’t truly enjoy it, and that it was only her body. She knew that she was lying. He had been too damn hot for her to not feel something. The way he had looked at her had even made her tingle. The way he had grabbed her, the force that he held her by, the way that he forced her, and yes, even the fact that his teeth were still sunk into her neck all worked together and made her know that she liked it. She wanted to keep it at that. That she didn’t mind him forcing himself upon her, thrusting in and out of her, in the middle of the street like that. She repeated to herself that it was only that she didn’t mind, but each thrust, each time he pulled her back onto himself, forcing himself deeper, and then pushing her against the post as his hips collided with her own; it broke her will. She knew it was more than what she told herself. She didn’t just like it: she loved it. She loved the way he sped up, the swaying becoming a pounding, harder and harder, faster and faster. She loved the way he held her, using her hip as a handle to move her body, and force her to bounce back and forth on him. She loved the way that had taken her, right in the open, where anyone could see, in the late night of Halloween. 
She began to moan softly, feeling his breath through his teeth speed up, small beads of sweat beginning to roll down onto her, though she was sweating as well. She could feel him pounding in and out of her, his hips now a fury of lust, forcing her to take him in faster, and faster, making her muscles melt, and her legs start to shake. It was going to make her orgasm, and she wanted to hate that, but she also loved it. It wasn’t her first time having sex, but it was certainly the best time she had ever had, and she didn’t want it to end. She wanted to stay on the edge, feeling the ecstasy that the vampire of a man was forcing on her, bringing her closer and closer. 
She moaned louder then, feeling her legs giving away. Her vision began to blur as she felt her whole body shaking, and her eyes closed. She felt as if she couldn’t breathe then, and slowly, her conscious began to drift away from her, leaving her in the darkness of the night. The last two things she could feel was his teeth pulling from her neck, and his cock pulling from her lips. 


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