BEASTIALITY
Clara awoke on the black canopied bed alone. She wasn't sure if that comforted her or disquieted her. The silk sheets felt cool, so she assumed Damien had been gone for more than a few minutes at least. His skin was always so warm; she assumed his bed would retain his body heat for a while. Rising, she discovered he'd left clothes for her draped over a black velvet chair in the corner of the room. A short black skirt and a red halter top. Tall black leather boots went with the outfit, but he'd neglected to leave any undergarments. Typical male, she thought. Though Damien was anything but typical.
Before she could start thinking about their time together so far- even considering that had her blushing- she dressed and left the room. In the hall, she was met by a burly male in a strange green outfit. It looked like a cross between army fatigues and an armani suit.
"M'lady," he inclined his head at her. She only looked at him, unsure what she should say in return to the oddly formal greeting. How did one address a servant of the prince of darkness? Finally she just nodded to him and turned to walk away.
He cleared his throat, causing her to turn back. "Your presence has been requested in the atrium."
"Requested?" Somehow, it sounded more like an order to her. She arched a brow at the man. He shifted his weight and looked uncomfortable. "And if I decline?"
"My orders are to get you to the atrium by any means necessary, as long as I do not touch you."
"Not touch me? How does he expect you to get me to comply then?"
"The punishments for displeasing His Highness are quite severe. He expects his orders to be followed to the letter. Sometimes to follow his orders, one must be....creative. Since I am rather fond of all my appendages in their current position, I will just have to find a way to gain your acquiescence." He grinned at her disarmingly, showing elongated incisors.
Clara couldn't help but give him a small smile back. Despite the fact that he was most likely a demon only wearing a human mask for her comfort, she found him charming.
"If it's so important to him that I join him in the atrium, why aren't you allowed to touch me?"
"None of His Highnesses servants, nor any creature in hell, is allowed to touch you in any way. You belong to the Prince, M'lady. The punishment for disobeying that command make the torments in the deepest pit of hell look like a day in the park." He looked uncomfortable at the mere thought.
Clara frowned. Was Damien really that possessive?
Finally, she just nodded and went along with the demon. There was no point in struggling and getting this person in trouble when Damien would get what he wanted in the end either way. The demon looked relieved and led her down the hall. After a few moments of walking, Clara broke the silence.
"What's your name?"
"Jerod, M'lady." He didn't break his stride, keeping his eyes straight ahead.
"Is this your true form?" She wasn't sure if it was polite to ask such a thing of a demon- or whatever he was- but her curiosity got the better of her.
"No, M'lady. The Prince has informed all servants in the castle that we are to appear as humans to you."
"Why?"
"I believe the goal is to keep you sane, M'lady. Not many mortals can see all the creatures of hell and retain their sanity."
"Is your true form really that gruesome, then?"
"Gruesome? I find my form rather dashing, but then, I may be a bit biased." He grinned at her again.
"Would you show me? That way I can decide for myself." She smiled back at him, surprised in spite of herself. She should be terrified. She should hate everything to do with Damien on principle. She should be cowering in the corner, unable to comprehend that not only was the devil real, but he wanted to fuck her, too. Somehow, though, she seemed to be taking it all in stride.
*
Jarod stopped and looked back at her, considering. The punishment if he fractured her mind didn't bear thinking on. She didn't seem that fragile to him, though. After all, she'd survived two nights in His Majesty's bed and retained her sanity. With a shrug, he stopped and closed his eyes.
By force of will, his form changed. Smooth skin melded into thick, dark blue hide. Horns erupted from his skull. His feet, so fragile and vulnerable in human form, became huge black hooves. When he opened his eyes again, Clara was staring at him. It wasn't shock, nor was it fascination. Somewhere between the two, he guessed.
*
Clara continued staring at him, unable to look away. She could handle believe that the man that had been leading her only moments ago was the same being as this hulking demon. But then he grinned at her, that same charming grin. Somehow, despite his monstrous transformation, he was still the same man underneath. Or rather, the same demon.
Clara took a bracing breath and smiled back at him. "Well, Jarod, that's quite the trick you've got up your sleeve. I can't say I think this form is quite as dashing as your human form, but I'm sure by demon standards you're a hunk."
Jarod laughed, and in a moment, Clara joined. Tension dispelled, they continued on their way.
At the door to the atrium, Clara stopped and looked back at Jarod. The demon looked almost nervous for her. She tried to give him a reassuring smile but couldn't prevent the tremor of fear that lanced through her.
"It's been an honor and a pleasure, M'lady," he said, giving her a bow.
"Thanks, Jarod. It was nice to meet you." She waited until he started back down the hall, then turned and opened the door.
The room was huge. From where she was standing, it looked like a forest. Dense foliage covered what she guessed had once been a path. The trees were tall and foreboding. Birds screeched in the distance, but Clara didn't recognize any of the calls. In her mind she had a vision of terrible scaled birds that breathed fire. She could only hope her imagination was wrong.
"Clara…" A deep voice came from the shadow of a huge tree. It made her heart speed up and her breath catch. Fear? Or anticipation?
"Damien," she greeted in return as he stepped out of the shadow. He wore loose brown breeches and no shirt. Somehow he seemed broader than when she'd seen him last. His shoulders looked wider, his muscles thicker. Or maybe it was her memory playing tricks on her. Either way, part of her couldn't help but appreciate the masculinity of him.
"Ready for another night, my pet?" His words made her chin come up a fraction. There was something in his tone, something that had almost seemed like a challenge. Clara should have agreed grudgingly to get the ordeal over with. What was it that suddenly made her feel so brazen?
"Ready if you are," she replied.
Damien smiled at her, not the sarcastic smirk but the animalistic, devilish grin. It sent a chill through her.
"Maybe you won't be quite so willing when you hear what tonight's main event is," he murmured. "Then again, you can be quite the animal in bed..." He slowly walked around her, letting his words sink in.
*
"Are you planning on forcing me to fuck a dog or something?" The flat disgust in her tone was perfectly clear. Damien considered her for a moment. This was about experiencing each taboo with her. He made the rules, and enforced them. Part of him wanted to do just what she suggested, simply to prove that he could. That he could make her enjoy it, make her submit to his every whim.
But he had other ideas for the night.
"Don't give me ideas, pet. No, the animal you'll be fucking tonight...is me." As he spoke, his incisors started to grow. They extended until they were fangs, the rest of his teeth growing as well. His body doubled, then tripled in size. His skin grew dark, a deep shade of red with coarse black fur covering his chest, forearms, and legs. Horns grew from his head. They weren't small blunt horns like Jarod's, but long wickedly sharp black ones.
As she stared, his body structure started to change as well. A tail erupted at the base of his spine. His feet became enormous black hooves. Smooth fingernails grew into sharp claws. His face became more lupine, jaw elongating to accommodate numerous teeth. His black eyes glinted in the moonlight.
Clara gasped once the transformation was complete. He was a monstrous beast, huge and terrifying. The loose breeches had remained on him but were now skin tight, revealing the outline of a terrifyingly large cock. She took a step back, fear overriding her rationality. He could find her anywhere. Running would do her no good. Even still, her body turned, muscles tensing.
"Run, little one," he rasped in a deep, demonic voice. "Run so that I might enjoy the hunt." His words spurred her to act. She sprang away. Her legs moved more quickly than they ever had as she sprinted into the trees. Logic kept telling her to stop running, that it would only be worse for her if she ran. But the panic suffusing every pore wouldn't let her stop. Desperation made her believe there was a possibility of escape. That she might find a way out. A way to get away from the beast chasing her.
Branches tore at her as she raced by, leaving scratches on her skin and throwing leaves and debris in her long hair. Clara didn't stop or notice. The ground began to incline, making running more difficult. As she raced up the hill, she could hear Damien- or the beast that Damien had become- crashing through the trees behind her. Terror provided her with more adrenaline and she shot forward like a bolt, breaking through the trees and into a break in the forest at the top of the hill.
She glanced around and realized that it wasn't a natural clearing. The space had been leveled off and the trees removed. Horror sank in as she realized this was where he'd planned the hunt to end. She'd been herded there. Part of her wanted to sink down to the ground and weep. Give up and let that animal do whatever he wanted to her. She wouldn't be able to stop him anyway. But she couldn't get her body to stop fighting. She turned and dashed to the line of trees across the clearing.
Before she could reach the cover of forest, Damien leapt over her and landed in front of her. He grinned his devilish, now wolfish grin at her with that twisted snout, his lips pulling back to reveal fangs. Clara's chest was heaving from exertion but he didn't even look winded. His huge chest moved steadily, rhythmically. If not for the tension in the muscles of his legs, she would think he almost looked relaxed. His tail flicked, a low growl rumbling from his chest. He advanced on her methodically, making her aware that there was no escape. As all hope of fleeing died, he sliced the seam of his breeches with one claw and ripped the fabric away.
Clara gasped. His cock had increased in size along with the rest of him. It was erect, terrifyingly ready. She backed up blindly only to have Damien bar her way. No escape. As fear consumed her, he pounced. She landed in the grass hard, losing her breath in a rush. When she tried to squirm away he growled and nipped at her neck. It wasn't hard enough to draw blood, but the threat was clear. She stilled, letting the beast at her back explore her.
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