The Demon's Mate

1Feral Fantasy

" But don't you worry, sweet little thing. "
" You will have an eternity to make it up to me.  " He whispers in my ear. Finding me as the sole culprit for his longings. Deeming me fit for whatever punishment his heart desires.
With the idea of crime, comes the idea of punishment. Something that he seems to be promising me. And the intensity of his pledge is what frightens me the most.
Deciding to show me a glimpse of my awaiting doom, he lets out his long tongue letting it slide against my neck, settling on his very own mark. This time I feel a tinge of sharpness. His tongue seems to be piercing into my skin with tiny needle-like scales, digging into several parts of my neck.
His hand seems to inch down to my thigh, where he digs his razor-sharp nails into the flesh of my skin.

" It will be sweet pleasure, little one. " The demon decides to elaborate, letting me in on his sinful thoughts.
To prove his point, he slides his hand against my skin. Inching closer, until his arm nudges the hem of my night dress.
Though he decides to stop right there.
" And that's my promise, dear mate. " He states.
" Don't cry. " He murmurs, as a droplet of my tears manages to strike against his arm that is keeping me caged within his embrace.
The tiny little droplet manages to divert his attention as he takes in my sobbing state, as I'm shivering within his hold. Though the profound sympathy proves to be a facade as he soon reveals his true intentions.
" At least not yet. I haven't even started. "
When nightmares turn into reality, Hazel finds herself as the sole object of desire of a mysterious force. Willing to go far beyond the depths of insanity just to have her. As the demon makes his arrival in Hazel's town, she finds herself in a desperate attempt to flee.
But will she be able to escape the Demon's web, or will she fall right into it?

Unfold