The Dalwick Demon

by Ashley Bennett

“Iris Browne, your crimes include prostitution, theft, and witchcraft. It has been determined that you will be put to death by sacrifice to the demon that resides in Dalwick Cave.”

Another mistress. Why couldn’t they leave those poor women alone? Or at least make the men utilizing their services suffer alongside them?

If he was the demon, he didn’t seem all that threatening. Sure, he looked different than any man I’d seen before, but he’d already shown me more kindness than I’d experienced from the townsfolk in all my twenty years.

“I’m here, Iris. Can you see me?” I asked. “Yes, I see you.” She was closer now. “Even in the low light, a giant demon is hard to miss.” She giggled and nudged my arm playfully. I liked the fact that she was becoming more comfortable. Perhaps I even liked it a little too much. “A giant demon?” I feigned shock, whipping my head back and forth. “Where?”

It seems that humans fear what’s different, the things that they don’t understand. I was born in the unfortunate position of being one of those things.”

“I did what I had to in order to survive.” Selvyn came to an abrupt stop and a low growl crept out of his throat. “Don’t ever let that make you feel like you aren’t worthy, Iris. Or that you’re less than,” he snarled. “You’re something precious. Shame on the townsfolk for not seeing that.”

“It’s been a very long time since I’ve kissed someone. And how could you possibly want to kiss me, little angel?” My soul shattered the moment he spoke those words. He’d been mistreated and alone for so long that he actually believed he wasn’t worthy of love or affection because of what he was. “What was it you said to me? Don’t ever let that make you feel like you aren’t worthy. Or that you’re less than.” I cupped his face with my hand, the heat of his body warming my palm. “You’re something precious. At least to me.”

Without warning, his furred skirt dropped to the cavern floor–revealing what was hidden underneath. Not one, but two, bright red cocks hung between Selvyn’s legs. Both had wide, well-defined heads that dripped a clear liquid. Thick ridges covered the shafts, and a set of smooth balls sat just beneath. It was unlike anything I’d seen on a human man. My mouth hung open and I couldn’t help but stare. “Iris,” Selvyn said in that deliciously rumbling voice of his. “My eyes are up here.”

In terms of sex, I was quite experienced, but being intimate with someone I cared for, someone I felt safe with, was new to me. I wanted Selvyn to push boundaries with me–to walk the line without crossing it. I wanted to reclaim the things I’d been made to feel ashamed of. “I-I want you to call me your little whore,” I whispered. He pulled back and looked at me with wide eyes. “Are you sure?” “Yes,” I said with a nod. “Alright, my little whore. Lean back and part your legs for me.”

“There is no God here, Iris. He could never bring you this sort of pleasure.”

“Is this what you want, my little fallen angel? To be fucked by the demon of Dalwick Cave?”

“Take me.” I rasped against the shell of her ear. “Take me like the good little whore you are.”

“Alright,” I said, and positioned myself over his face. “Hold on to my horns, angel.” He gripped my thighs, burying his face between my legs.

“I want to ruin you, Iris. No man will ever be enough for you after me.”

“My god!” Selvyn spasmed beneath me as his cocks filled me with his cum. I released his hands and rocked my hips, watching as he closed his eyes and parted his lips with a groan. “Selvyn,” I whispered. “Hmm, angel?” He didn’t bother to open his eyes. “God could never bring me that sort of pleasure.”

“Beg for it,” she whispered. Beg for it. My tail twitched back and forth with excitement and a smirk curled up one corner of my lips. If this was her taking back some of her control–her power–I was happy to oblige. I stepped out of bed and slowly lowered to my knees in front of her. Digging my hands into the soft globes of her ass, I pulled her close, until my nose was pressed against her stomach. “Iris.” My voice was low and steady. “Please let me see you. Let me fuck you with my tongue. I beg you–allow me to please you.”

“So what you’re saying is I’ll die before you.” Selvyn gripped my chin and pressed his forehead to mine. “We don’t know that for sure. But what I do know is that we’ve been waiting our entire lives to find one another. Whatever time I have with you is precious. My life begins and ends with you.”