Daniel exited the lap-dancing club and headed back to his accommodation through the cold, misty night. The sound and bustle of the busy streets of the city centre gave way to quiet, darker streets as he headed toward campus. He had had his conquest for the night but was still hungry for more. That was how he was. It was how he was born to be. How he had always been. Life was for living, enjoying and taking what you wanted. He could never understand why other people didn’t get that. They’d learn though when it came to the end and they’d look back on their pious, virtuous lives and see that they had done and achieved nothing. He turned up a narrow set of steep stairs lit by one lamplight at the top which opened out onto a barren cul de sac used as a car park by day. A little ahead of him a girl stumbled alone along the kerb wobbling from side to side, clearly suffering from the effect of too much alcohol. She tottered precariously in her black high heels before, with a great deal of effort, pulling them off and tramping into a small secluded grassy area at the back of a building surrounding by a hedge. Daniel had seen this a thousand times before.
“How would he play it this time?” he thought to himself.
Wait till she’d taken a piss, thrown up and play the prince charming?
“Are you OK there? It’s not safe around here on your own at night you know? Do you want me to walk you home?”
Or just go in and take what he wanted. She was so drunk she wouldn’t remember a thing. He looked around. There was nobody in sight. The air was still and deathly quiet. He peered down the alley where the girl had disappeared and after a few seconds hesitation, crept his way along the hedge. The sound of cracking twigs and rustling leaves stopped him in his tracks as he stood motionless, his figure hidden in the murky shadow of the hedge, waiting for his moment. Branches swayed in the inky black night as the girl pushed them aside to emerge into the open, still unsteady on her feet. She turned away from Daniel and began to walk off into the night. Daniel swiftly edged along the hedgerow closing in on his prey. His heart thumped wildly with the thrill of the chase as he calculated how much closer he needed to be before he could reach out and smother the inevitable screams of the girl. How would she smell? How would she taste? Would this be another memorable trophy or one to forget? He sprung forward clamping his left hand over the girl’s mouth whilst pinning her arm behind her back with the other. He pulled her backwards off balance and dragged her to the centre of the clearing. The girl didn’t even have time to scream. In a matter of seconds Daniel had pinned her to the ground face down and was sat upon her. He pressed her face hard into the damp, cold grass and leaned in close so his mouth was next to her ear.
“Make any noise and this will be one thousand times worse,” he whispered menacingly.
The girl lay motionless and obedient. Daniel yanked down her skirt and knickers and roughly stroked the girls ars before giving it a firm slap.
“Do you do that to all the girls you fuck Daniel?” said the girl in a calm, knowing tone.
Daniel paused. Stunned firstly at the calmness of the girl’s voice and secondly at how she knew his name. His mind snapped back into the moment and he tried to regain control.
“You trying to get clever you little bitch? You won’t be so clever when you’ve got my dick up your ars” his voice quivered, still perturbed at the loss of his anonymity.
“Oh Daniel,” the girl chuckled, “you’re just a little boy, you have no idea do you?”
Daniel put his hand on the back of the girl’s head again and rammed it harder into the turf. With his other hand he unbuckled his belt and undid his trousers before pulling his briefs down. His fleshy cock unfurled and sprang to life, eager to burrow deep inside and release its evil seed. As he readied himself a sound emerged from beneath him. Like an egg cracking open. Then something swayed in the dark right before his eyes. A snake blacker than the night itself stood upright on its tail with its diamond shaped head wriggling playfully just inches from his nose.
“What the f…?!”
But as soon as the words began to leave Daniel’s mouth the numbing cold gave way to a searing pain between his legs. This thing, whatever it was had pierced a hole through his ball sack and was now widening the wound with its motion. Each wriggle tore more of Daniel’s scrotum flesh and it felt like burning acid was being poured onto the open incision. Daniel whimpered and gingerly arose from his knees, backing away from the girl on the floor and moving as delicately as he could so as not to aggravate whatever was still impaling him. The girl slowly turned over on the floor and looked with mocking consternation at Daniel.
“What’s up Daniel? You not got the balls for it tonight?”
But before he could answer Marina whipped her tail away from him, severing his ball sack which flopped onto the grass like a small fleshy purse full of change. A cloud of Daniel’s breath dispersed into the frigid night air as he let out a manic scream. He stumbled to his feet, clutching at his groin and ran back towards the road with blood dripping from between his legs speckling the grass underfoot. The first building he came to was student accommodation. He banged on the thick glass door hoping somebody would come down and let him in, all the time frantically looking from side to side and behind him to see if he had been followed. A light flicked on in one of the bedrooms high above the door.
“Help! Help me! Let me in quick!” shouted Daniel.
The curtain above twitched and a face peered out into the gloom before disappearing back behind the curtain. Daniel fruitlessly pushed and pulled with all of his might at the door handle which didn’t budge an inch. Then out of the corner of his eye he saw a figure crouched in the distance. Its blood red eyes pierced the night and fixated upon Daniel. Suddenly it sprang into motion leaping swiftly and stealthily like a rabid deer in a direct line towards him. Daniel turned and ran around the corner along the narrow gravel path stumbling over ornamental bushes and shouting for help when he could force out the words. He heard sprightly footsteps behind him, not human, more animal, like the gallop of a horse but lighter and twice as fast. As he forced his legs to propel him up a set of stairs a breeze shot past him. A slit on the side of his face running from his jawbone to his forehead split open and he felt the cold breeze sting the open wound. His vision became blurry as he realised his eyeball had been sliced in half directly across the middle of his pupil and gooey puss leaked from his eye socket. He fell to the ground and put his hands to his face to try and close the wound.
“Run Daniel, run! Every time you stop I’ll take something away from you,” smirked Marina as she crouched next to him on the floor.
“Please stop! What do you want?” pleaded Daniel, before looking up at his predator. He cowered back in fright as his eyes fell upon her. She had the features of Marina but dead, black soul-less eyes that sat below flailing blonde hair from within which a pair of shiny black horns sprouted, curling slightly outwards towards her ears. The aroma around her was beguilingly blissful and as Daniel gasped it in he couldn’t help but become aroused, in spirit at least. A thwack to the side of his head broke him from the spell as the flat edge of the tip of Marina’s tail slammed against Daniel’s ear, partially deafening him and knocking him to the floor.
“I want you to run Daniel. Run!” screamed Marina with glee as her eyes lit up blood red.
Daniel scrambled to his feet and fell into a run heading towards the main road. As he crossed a cobbled lane and headed for a shortcut through a park to the road, Marina leaped alongside him, forcefully yanked him up by his arm and propelled him forwards with her into the park. She let him go mid-air and his body spun wildly and landed in a heap crashing into a gravestone.
“Get up Daniel.”
Daniel raised his head to see Marina once again in front of him. He had passed out for just a matter of minutes due to the intense pain but was now back in this nightmare.
“Come to me Daniel. See how pretty I am,” said Marina coyly.
“No, stop. What the fuck are you?” sobbed Daniel.
“I’m Marina. Don’t you remember? Or maybe I’m not. I can’t really remember her anymore. I remember what I used to be. Some called me a demoness, some a witch, some a succubus, some a slut, but they were just mean. Like you I suppose. Ha. You still like me don’t you Daniel?”
She stood in front of Daniel and slipped off her top revealing her heavenly symmetrical breasts and taut stomach.
“Come to me Daniel,” she said once more.
“No, stop!”
Marina flipped a gravestone over that stood nearby. The edge slammed onto Daniel’s ankle shattering the bone and leaving his foot dangling off the end of his leg at a precarious angle. He yelled out in pain.
“Come to me Daniel,” said Marina again more forcefully.
Something stirred in Daniel. He couldn’t resist. His body forced itself up. As he tore his leg away from the fallen gravestone and put his weight onto the shattered bleeding stump he cried out in agony. But his body ignored him. He limped toward Marina, his broken arm flapping beside him and his tibial bone prodding into the ground shooting volts of excruciating pain up into his leg on each step. He neared Marina and held out his working arm toward her. Even now he wanted her, even at the cost of everything. Marina opened her arms and embraced him, pulling him in close against her bosom. She stared hypnotically into his eyes before leaning in to kiss him deeply. Daniel responded powerlessly. This was all he wanted, all he was worth. He didn’t care as blood poured down the sides of his mouth and Marina withdrew from the kiss with his tongue between her teeth. She lovingly placed both of her hands at the side of his head before lifting him up and thrusting him onto the end of a nearby tree branch. The branch scraped its way through Daniel’s neck puncturing his windpipe before lodging in place leaving his body slightly swinging back and forth. Marina stood below him and stared at his lifeless cock.
“I’ll let you keep that. I don’t think you’ll be doing much with it anymore.”
Epilogue
Jasmine sat in the empty waiting room. It had been easy to get a quick appointment at the doctors. After the incident there the other week most of the current patients had transferred to another practice. She had been feeling sick and depressed and thought it was maybe just because her best friend had suddenly disappeared from the university, but thought it best to get checked out by a professional.
She entered the consultation room and sat across from the doctor.
“Well I've got some interesting news for you,” said the doctor.
“Oh, OK,” said Jasmine worriedly.
“You're pregnant!”
Jasmine sat in stunned silence before murmuring, “I can't be, but, it's not possible……because I've never………….”
An olde English poem
A cursed demon has no mind of what they were before
Their soul cast out into the one according to our lore
But should they reap a virgin seed of boy and girl and whore
Her soul and memories, darkest powers return to her once more