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Characters: Astaroth x Ann [m!Demon x female human]
Warnings/Tags: NSFW, monster x human story, dom undertones, demonic, size difference, domination, horror, dark fantasy
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Ann woke up, her head hurt, and her vision was blurry. It took her a moment to realize where she was or, more like, that she had no idea where she was. She was sitting on a stone floor; everything around her was made of stone; maybe that was a cave of some sort? Some of the walls were decorated with skulls pushed into the stone. Around the edges were placed more skulls, with lit candles on top of them. At first, she thought they were painted red, but then she realized it was dried blood over the bone. In the middle of the room, there was the only piece of furniture she could see if it could even be called that. It looked like a giant table...no, it wasn’t a table. It was an altar. The bottom was built from a line of skulls. On top of them were two lines of neatly arranged bones, then skulls again and bones….row after row until the top of it ended with one final row of skulls. The altar's surface wasn’t flat, the skulls were making it look like a plane covered in almost equally sized hills. More dried blood was stuck to the altar, making some of the skulls look as if they were crying in red. Each corner of the altar had a long bone sticking and leather straps attached.
Just as she tried to look for a way out, a strange white light appeared next to the altar, the light somehow split in two and turned more into a hole and Astaroth walked out of there holding a man in one hand and his mace in the other. He pushed the man on the floor and then pulled dragged another one, doing the same. Ann had seen these portals before, the demons used them to travel between their world and the human world.
“You are awake.” Astaroth finally moved his attention to her as if he never noticed her.
She tried to pull herself away and find an exit, but there was none. There was a stone wall behind her and no escape. Astaroth knelt in front of her, his face looking almost friendly.
“Please…” she begged, unsure what she was begging for. Not to be hurt? Not to be killed? To be let go. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what?” he raised an eyebrow. Ann watched him in panic. “You have done nothing wrong. I have been to so many different worlds, I have seen so many different rituals. For strength, fertility, good crop, less rain, more rain...you name it. Here we are. I have seen people beg gods for power, sacrifice themselves to demons, and worse. I have seen it all. Mortals are stupid; they don’t know demons and gods are just dying races. Do you know that demons cannot create demons? We have lost the power or knowledge of how. There has not been a new demon in centuries, and I will fix that.”
He reached to her face with his free hand, and even though she wanted to run away, there was nowhere to go. His touch was warm, warmer than usual. She looked at his face, and there was something different. His pupils were almost gone, so small, barely as big as needleheads, his jaw was clenched, and he was breathing heavily. “A world where I traveled to many years ago had an interesting ritual. Warriors will not kill their strongest enemies; they will take them prisoners, and then they have a ritual of worshipping whatever gods they bow their heads to. They would use their enemies' blood in all sorts of rituals - to gain their strength, to give it to the gods, to ensure stronger offspring. Fascinating really. I tried it once and it gave me strength. I started doing it on my own then and look where I am…” He smiled. “There is power in your enemy’s death, and there is power in a woman’s body.”
She wasn’t even sure what he was talking about anymore. Was he going to kill the men that he brought here? Was he going to kill her with them?
“Astaroth, please, I don’t want to die.” she begged him, knowing he knew no mercy, but she couldn’t do anything else.
“No, no little pet.” his serious tone suddenly softened, his face looked more concerned than angry. “I won’t kill you. I need you. You are pretty and you have been nice to me and I have been nice to you and despite your little knife accident I know you have warmth in your heart for a demon.”
She did. Ann had given herself willingly to a demon, this tall horned creature with ancient ruins covering his mighty body. She had summoned him and allowed him to turn her into his servant. But then she spoke with other humans in service of the demons and she didn’t like what she heard about him.. They told her about women he had killed, women that just disappeared one day, never to be seen. She looked at the skulls around and a chill thought crossed her mind. Were these all the skulls of his enemies or…
“Astaroth...what happened with the other women…” she had to muster all her courage. Her eyes traveled across the skulls fearfully.
“No, not that…'' there was something strange in how his face moved, new...unknown...and she remembered. She had seen him like that after battles. Dissociated, unfocused… “One...I killed on that altar, one died a few days later, one used my knife to kill herself...no that was two of them. Two killed themselves…there were more. They all died. One way or another they all died, but I didn’t kill all of them.”
“Why...how…” she was panicking Ann started breathing heavily, her whole body shaking. She felt as if she was underwater.
“You will help me take over my enemies' strength.” He pointed at the two men behind, still bound. One of them had regained consciousness and was trying to wiggle free, but not successful. “And also help me revive the demon race.” He slid his hand to her belly. “If I just find the secret, that old forgotten secret, our armies will grow again.”
She didn’t believe what he said. If he was not going to kill her, but just these men, why all the other women had died?
“What do you want from me?” she said fearfully. She knew she had no choice, she might as well follow his lead until there was a different opportunity.
“There is my girl.” he brushed his rough finger against her cheek. “I want you to get up.” He did so himself and offered her his hand; she followed. “I want you to enjoy yourself. Don’t worry.” Astaroth moved behind her and placed his hands on her waist, his lips immediately kissing her neck softly. “Walk forward.”
She did, her mind somehow relaxing from the fear that had obsessed and focusing on the softness of his and his lips following a path. He started removing her clothes as she walked and by the time she reached the altar all her clothes were gone, the coldness of the cave brush against her skin.
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Characters: Astaroth x Ann [m!Demon x female human]
Warnings/Tags: NSFW, monster x human story, dom undertones, demonic, size difference, domination, horror, dark fantasy,
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Astaroth woke up. He didn’t feel the body on top of his at first, nor the pointy edge of the blade pressing against his throat. What woke him up was a feeling, sensing that he was in danger. That same feeling made him turn in the last possible second during a battle, just to see a new enemy launching at him. She was sitting on top of him; her honey hair looked almost black in the darkness of the room. Her hands were shaking as she was gripping the knife as hard as she could, her eyes filled with tears.
“What is it, little fawn?” He moved his hands away from his body, showing to her that he was not going to attempt to push her away. He knew he could; she was scared, that much Astaroth could smell, but for his life, he could not figure out why besides the obvious fact that she was his. “Bad dream?” He had to hold his chuckle. Demons didn’t dream, but humans did; he couldn’t understand how spooked their fragile minds were by something they saw when asleep.
“I’m next, am I not?” She finally said, her voice broken with tears
“Next?” He tilted his head slightly in curiosity. “Next in…?”
“I know every time you get attracted…or whatever you feel toward a woman, sooner or later, something happens to her. Sooner or later, she just disappears or…worse.” He could hear the fear in her voice; she was not going to push that knife into him, not unless he provoked her. He also doubted she realized how much strength was needed to push a blade in the middle of someone’s throat. Breaking through skin, muscle, and bone was not easy; the moment the metal hit bone, it became hard, the blade would screech, and the handle would push. She should have pressed the knife just above his collarbone where the pointed end would sink easier. Then again, she was not thinking. While it would hurt and be unpleasant, his ability to heal would save his life. The knife was made of steel, and while there was some iron in there, it wasn’t enough to kill him.
“Little fawn, is that what worries you?” He pushed himself up, her eyes opening wider as if she did not expect the tip of the knife piercing his skin, but she did not push any further, her expression changing, realizing she couldn’t kill him. “Who told you that?” He reached her face and pushed some of her hair behind her ear.
“Does it matter?” Her shoulders sank, her arms relaxing, but the knife was now pointing at his chest.
“It does…” He smiled, running his hands over her arms. He could feel himself getting hard. There was just something about her holding his life in her hands. The smell of blood, even if it was his blood and just a few drops, woke him up. He ran his hands to cup hers, pushing the knife into the middle of his chest, the blade piercing the skin, letting a river of blood slide down his abs. “You won’t be able to kill me if you point the knife here. There is a bone, a very strong one. If you run toward me and you put all your strength behind the thrust, you might be able to penetrate that bone.” He slid the knife now, leaving a red path down his skin until the knife was pointed just under his ribs. “Here, however, it’s just skin and muscle. You push here, I could probably die if left to bleed out, and you don’t pull the blade. It will be painful and messy. This is your chance, little fawn. Push the blade.”
Astaroth could feel her hands shaking under his. She wasn’t even holding the knife anymore. The only reason it was in her grip was because he was keeping it there. Part of him was enjoying that, the struggle, the fear in her, the very animalistic instinct telling her that if she did not kill, she would be killed, but also, she wasn’t a killer. She was sane, and she was scared. He could live with every death he had ever delivered and then some. She probably couldn’t.
“Who told you about the other women?” He was not going to pretend there was not an ounce of truth in every rumor. He was well aware of what he had done.
“Other servants.” Tears were now falling from her face. She leaned forward, her forehead pressing against his bare chest. He let her sob, wet tears ran down his skin, touching the minor scratches she had done with the knife, sending a burning sensation through his body as the salt touched his blood.
“Ah.” Humans gave themselves to his kin for centuries. They were looking for riches and simple mortal delights. They all ended the same, serving a demon, doomed never to receive or enjoy what had been promised to them. Humans were fools, valuable fools. They served, but they also did not have a choice. “I was not responsible for their deaths.” He reached for her face and held it in his hands. Her head was so small in his grip, her tender skin touching his rough skin so softly… “Let me show you.” his hands moved to her throat and he squeezed, she tried to fight him, but slowly, consciousness started slipping away, and she fell on top of him, asleep, almost looking dead.
Astaroth stood like that for a second. She was going to wake up eventually. He placed her gently on the bed next to him and looked at her still form. For months now he had wondered if she would be the one, but he had wondered that about many women. Some have shared his bed for months, some just for a night, but sometimes he just got that feeling…that this particular person would be the one to give him the strength he needed in battle and a gift every demon hoped for.
Note: Lucy and Dax are characters from a longer story and art series we are working on but we wanted to share some of the fun they have. If you want to see artwork of them, You can check Lucy here and Dax here.
Warnings/Tags: NSFW, monster x human story, dom/sub undertones, alien anatomy, size difference, domination, non-human genitalia, double penetration
Word Count: 1673
Dax walked into his room, it was already late, and the coldness of the night was wearing him out more than the long day he had. It was rare for him to feel that way, but right now, he only wanted to lie in bed and sleep until the sun was up. His kin didn’t take light to low temperatures, which was frustrating given their superior physical strength.
As he stepped into the space lit only by a handful of candles, he noticed Lucy standing by the bed, holding a huge platter. He could smell the raw meat and fruit from where he was standing. Her small frame looked even more petite in front of the frame of the huge bed, her red hair running down her back and the flames from the candle making it look like a reflection of sire.
“What is that?” He approached the small woman and tilted his head, observing the image before him. He wasn’t sure what was more appetizing, the dinner she was holding or her fragile body dressed in nothing but golden chains and jewelry.
Eilis and Lyall are characters from one of the stories on our Patreon. NSFW version is available on Patreon, and full fic is also available on Patreon.
