Left all alone as the stallion's hoof beats faded into the distance, Kelsie pulled off her boots and got comfortable on the bed. She could not quite believe she had gathered the nerve to proposition Leo, but when his hand met her rump, she had felt a spark like none she had ever experienced before ignite deep between her thighs. Every subsequent slap had caused it to grow, so the whipping hadn't even hurt. It had done nothing but leave a tingle in her buttocks and a slick sensation between her thighs.
It was quite frightening to be left alone without any kind of protection, aside from the little dagger always at her waist. She didn't even know if it would do any good. She had never once drawn it since Leo bought it for her. Though she knew she was not entirely helpless, she felt exposed and nervous.
In an effort to distract and comfort herself, she closed her eyes to the gathering shadows and let her fingertips slide between her legs. Remembering Leo's touch, how it had felt to be pressed against his rock-hard body, she felt the warmth begin to creep back into that low little spot in her belly, an excitement that made her breath come quicker.
As she touched herself, she did not imagine Leo, precisely, but something more like a composite of all the men she had known. The image of the soldier from Samilton as he had been when he smiled at her outside the tavern came into her head and made her wonder how he would look without his uniform on, the hard planes of his virile body bared to rut her, as he had so invited. She now regretted not having taken him up on his offer. She would have been relieved the burden of her virginity, and spared the horror of a witch hunt at the same time.
She let her fingertip sink inside herself, feeling how warm and slick the inside of her pussy was. The thin barrier of skin stopped her from going much deeper, but even that little act of penetration was enough to excite her, the heel of her palm pressed against her clit and mound.
“Pretty one...”
The words came in a dark hiss. Kelsie's eyes flew open and she saw a young man standing in the very center of the cottage. He was very, very handsome with hair the color of coal, his eyes so deep in hue one could almost miss that they were red.
“Hello?” There was a tremor in her voice. Her fingers stayed between her legs, paralyzed like the rest of her.
“Hello, witchlet. Daughter of Raine.”
Nobody had spoken her mother’s name in decades. It was a joy to hear it even on this strange creature’s infernal tongue. She already knew he was not human. Humans did not appear in silent darkness. They did not smile with such cursed beauty. His skin was like diamond, very pale in hue. He moved in a way that did not seem to be entirely synchronized with typical time, as if he weren't quite in the same world.
“You know who I am,” she said softly.
“I've known who you are since long before your birth,” he said with a chuckle that sounded like coals bursting into flame. “I've been watching you, witchling. My little pig herd turned seductress.”
The demon began to move toward her. She had the sense that she could have stopped him as easily as she had stopped the soldier if she truly wanted. But she found herself not wanting to stop this apparition who moved without leaving so much as a footprint in the dust.
The demon sat on the bed and gazed at her with smoldering eyes and a bright smile. She looked back, addled by arousal. This was a creature of evil, so she had been told, and yet she did not feel fear as she looked into his unholy eyes. She felt a strange joy, accompanied with a tiny pang of guilt that only served to excite her more. She should have been quivering in fear, banishing the beast from her bed. Instead she shifted over a little to allow him space.
“How do you know me?”
“My name is Immoleth, and you were promised to me,” he informed her in a possessive growl.
“Wha...What?”
“Just as your mother was, your grandmother, her mother before her. I have had copulation rights to your line since before any human can remember. And I will have those rights as long as your line breeds, so when I am done with you, witchlet, make haste into the wilds and find another cock to rut...”
His words were crude and they excited Kelsie. As she stared up into his face, his hand slid over hers and he began to tease her pussy along with her. It was all happening so quickly, and he acted with such calm certainty that she did not stop to question his actions.
“Will you do that for me, Kelsie?” The demon purred the question as his fingers ignored the physical barrier of her clothing, somehow found her slippery slit and teased the wet entrance to the very core of her being. “Will you find a strapping man rich with seed and sink your tight chalice down upon his root?”
She found herself nodding. “Yes... I... yes...”
“Such a weak will,” Immoleth chuckled. “You are to be the easiest of all, I think. No mother to guide you, no father to protect you, just your solitary bare sex waiting to be deflowered. That man who left you. You should take him when he returns.”
“I cannot,” she said. “He belongs to another. And she... she is not weak.”
“Another witch?”
“A sorceress.”
“A witch,” Immoleth laughed. “There is no such thing as a sorceress, only a witch with pretensions. But I suppose she is older, more powerful.”
“Much and much.”
He laughed again, seeming very amused by her replies as his fingers stroked her lower lips with slow, gentle touches, encouraging her sex to flower into full arousal. Kelsie let out a soft moan of desire, needing his touch desperately. She was easy prey there alone, her welling feminine desire repressed for all too long, breaking free under the touch of this malevolent danger.
His fingers left her pussy and slid up, removing her doublet with deft touches. In moments her entire body was laid bare beneath the demon’s gaze. She lay there and allowed the creature to touch her with his infernal fingers. Everywhere his fingertips traced, she felt liquid fire burst across her skin – not so hot as to cause pain, but more than enough heat to excite her.
She left out a gasp as he found her nipples and pinched first one, then the other with wicked swiftness.
“Do not forget what you are, daughter of Raine. You are a witch. A whore for the devil’s use.”
She wanted to deny it, but all she could muster was a moan. The demon was touching her the way she wished she could be touched. His long fingers toyed with every part of her, stripping her innocence by slow degrees as she surrendered the way only an eager virgin can.