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Subject: {ASSM} Demon Lust Chp 16 - the beast (f,beast)
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Date: Wed, 20 Jul 2011 21:10:02 -0400
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Pater Gregorius looked at the tall figure who was staring out the
window into the night. The man had been standing there for a long time
without moving, staring into the darkness as if he would be waiting
for something.

"What is it friend?", the older man finally asked, unable to bear the
silence any longer.

"It's time.", the younger one said, as he reached into the breast
pocket of his shirt to pull out a package of cigarettes. The priest
watched him, clearly not approving as the cigarette was lit and Damion
inhaled deeply. The red glowing tip illuminated the reflection of his
face in the glass with an eerie glow when he inhaled.

"Time for what?"

"Full moon." It was almost a whisper as the tall man stared into the
night sky. The priest shivered slightly, as he remembered what had
happened a month ago.

"There wasn't a sign of the beast since then. What makes you think it
will come out now?" The priest's voice almost broke as he felt a knot
of fear build in his stomach. His voice was almost a whisper. "It was
a dog. You told us it was a dog and the police went out and killed
every stray dog they could find."

The man at the window slowly turned and looked at him. For a moment,
Demion regretted not having told the priest what really had happened a
month ago. But then he knew it would only have unsettled the old
priest unnecessarily, if he knew who Demion thought was behind the
events happening in his little town.

"I don't want to fill your home with the smoke of my cigarettes." he
smiled as he put on his trench coat. "I also need a bit of fresh air
to clear my thoughts. I won't be out long"

The priest watched him open the door.

"It was a dog, wasn't it?" he asked again.

The tall figure left without answering. The priest stared at the door
and for a brief moment, it looked as if he wold follow the man
outside. But he didn't move and the wide open eyes in his pale face
mirrored the fear that made his stomach tighten until he could bear it
no longer and turned towards the crucifix at the wall and knelt down.
His lips moved silently and only a careful listener would have noticed
he was whispering the same prayer over and over.

-o-

Amber closed the door silently. She too watched the sky and saw the
full moon rising over the hills, it's pale light illuminating the
town. It was the same scene Demion had been staring at, and like the
demon hunter, it made her restless. But unlike the two men, she had
been looking forward to it all day. Lillith's promise of tonight
granting her the power she so wanted so much was on her mind all day
and after dinner, she had left for her room, telling Adam she would do
homework and sleep early.

As midnight approached, she got up and dressed in nothing but a short
summer dress and sneakers. She moved silently through the house and
when she reached the door, she waited and listened. The house remained
silent and she smiled as she opened the door and slipped out into the
night. She moved quickly towards the hills, almost running, until she
reached the little cabin.

She stopped briefly, as she saw bikes parked in front of it and heard
the laughter of men, partying inside. For a few moments, she
remembered the last time she had been in there. She licked her lips as
the screams and groans of men experiencing pleasures like never
before, and the taste on her tongue, when the gift of their loins
filled her mouth came back to her mind.

"Next time." she whispered as she turned into the woods, smiling as
she felt how the memories of that night made her feel. For a few
minutes she followed the small path. If it would not have been for the
light of the full moon, she would have lost the path more than once.
Even with the faint light as guidance, she was starting to fear she
would not find the Witch Stone. A fear that had her almost running,
until she stumbled out of the woods into the glade.

The pale light of the moon shone on the stone. It was about 6 feet
long and three wide, a rectangular grey block, that looked as if it
had been chiseled by crude tools long time ago. It's top though had
definitely been shaped by men, as it was level and even, like a tables
surface. Amber's hand moved over the rough surface as she stood close
to it. It was almost as high as her hips and she felt a shiver run
down her spine as she felt the surface and looked at it. The moonlight
was reflected in its surface to the point where the stone almost
seemed to be bathed in a faint glow.

She looked around, feeling suddenly nervous, as she didn't exactly
know what she was expected to do. The clearing wasn't a big one, maybe
20, 25 yards across. In a radius of maybe 3 feet, there was only earth
around the stone, as if even grass and moss would refuse to grow close
to it. She slowly turned around, looking at the darkness of the wood
that surrounded the clearance, expecting to see someone or ... maybe
something, but there was only darkness under the trees.

She looked at her left wrist, only to notice that she, in her hurry to
leave the house, forgot to put her watch back on. She silently cursed,
afraid she arrived to late at the stone and whoever was supposed to
grant he the powers she wished to obtain, had left. Her gaze felt on
the moon again, that now had risen above the trees. The light bathed
her petite figure in pale light. On a first glance, she looked lost, a
small figure in the night, dressed in a thin, short summer dress. A
second glance however revealed how the dress accentuated her breasts
as if it would have been painted on her body, clinging so tightly to
her skin, that even the swelling of her puffy nipples seemed to be
visible. Then, coming to a conclusion, she slowly reached for the
zipper on her back, pulled it down and let the thin dress slide off
her shoulders. For a moment it clung to her firm breast, as if it
would refuse to leave her naked and then felt to the ground, forming a
little heap around her feet.

-o-

Demion slowly walked along the streets of the little town. As the
nights before, when he patrolled them, the night was quiet and he
wondered, if his old friend was right. Had he only imagined the cross
like shape on its face? If his old nemesis was here to finally get him
and get her revenge, what was she waiting for? What if it wasn't
Lillith in a hound's form, who killed the woman, what if it really had
been a dog? Was he waisting precious time here in Halesowen?

He had reached the outskirts of the town and turned to look again at
the moon that had by now risen completely over the hills. A glance at
his watch told him midnight was approaching and he turned to visit the
spot where Anne had been killed. As he walked along the street into
the woods, he decided to leave Halesowen, should this night end
uneventful again.

-o-

The stone felt cold on her skin. She touched it again, standing naked
right by it and then moved to lay on it. Uncertain what to do, she
laid on her back. `Lillith mentioned I have to offer myself. Offer
myself... I wonder to who?' she thought. She opened her legs until her
ankles touched the edges of the Witch Stone and then, reached up to
place her hands above her head, feeling the rough edge of the stone's
upper end on her wrists. Her nervous giggle filled the air.

`I look like the victim in a bad horror movie, strapped to an altar to
be scarified to some weird god or demon. What am I doing here? I'm
probably too late anyway.'

She was about to get up, when the sound of Halesowen's little midnight
bell sounding the hour stopped her. When the twelve's ring died in the
night's air, it felt to the suddenly scared girl as if all sounds of
the night ended with it. A fait rustle startled her, causing her to
turn her head and stare with wide opened eyes into the night. Again
she heard it, and she swallowed nervously, feeling someone moving
silently between the trees, circling the clearing.

"Who's there?" It was a mere whisper, nervous and scared, answered
only by silence.

"Is it you Lillith?"

The only answer was a faint, sniffing sound to her left and the sound
of moving leaves as, who ever it was who waited for her moved towards
the glade.

"So you're the one Lillith sent." The voice was rough, almost a growl
and the words were pronounced as if the lips would be unaccustomed to
form them. Amber tried to answer, but her throat felt too dry to talk.
The hidden guest sniffed again, followed by a something that almost
sounded like a disapproving growl.

"She has already claimed your soul. So why has she sent you?"

Amber's mind raced. Something primeval, deeply in the back of her mind
told her to run and hide, but the question reminded her what she came
here for.

"She told me you can grant me the power!" She felt a bit more
confident, trusting Lillith wouldn't let her be hurt.

"Power..." the growl vibrated through her body, shaking her. "It is
always power humans want! What is it this time you need power for?"

"She said you can grant me power to seduce who ever I want. Can you?"

The answer almost was a chuckle. "If you are willing to pay the prize.
Are you?"

"Yes - " The girl paused and inhaled, as if to steady herself. "I
will, yes"

"So eager." Again it chuckled. "So eager to agree even without knowing
what the price will be? As she has claimed your soul, what else do you
offer me?"

"She said - " Amber had to clear her throat. "She said I will have to
satisfy your needs."

"There are rules. There are always rules." The growling voice pause
briefly, but not long enough to let her answer. "You will not move. No
matter what happens, no matter what you see, you won't move."

Again the voice paused briefly, giving Amber enough time to nod.

"And you won't scream for help. Do you agree to this too?"

Amber nodded again. She felt scared, knowing she shouldn't be here.
But then she also felt the burning need to seduce Adam, to feel him in
her, and she knew, she would never still this desire without help.

"Do you agree?"

She knew it was her last chance to let it be and avoid what ever was
about to happen. She knew it, and yet the one hidden in the trees
heard her and chuckled again.

"I agree."

"Good. Then I'll call him. You better remember the rules." She heard
him mutter and growl words in a language she was unable to understand,
words that, although she didn't understand them, sent shivers down her
spine as the stench of sulfur filled the night.

"Remember the rules. Or you won't live long enough to regret."

-o-

Demion listened into the night. He was still a good way from his goal,
and yet something had made him stop. He had to cross the town and pass
by the church to get to the get to the road that led to the spot where
the hound - or dog? - had killed Anne. When he passed by the priest's
house, he looked through the window into the room where he left his
friend behind. He saw him kneel in front of the crucifix, lost in
prayer, and he was tempted to go to him, take him by his shoulders and
help him to his feet. This would all that would be needed to ease the
old man's fear, this and to tell him that he had been wrong and would
leave Halesowen to continue his hunt for Lillith somewhere else.

He listened to the bell ring midnight as he watched his friend praying
for his safety and was about to enter the house when something made
him stop. He listened again into the night. The echo of the little
midnight bell had ended and only silence surrounded him. He felt his
heart beat and a sensation he only knew too well made his shoulders
tense. He turned and then almost ran to his car. He didn't know where
he had to go to meet the source of his anxiety, so there was no point
in jumping into the care and drive around. He opened the trunk,
unzipped the bag laying there and reached inside.

It was one thing not to know where to go. But there was absolutely no
reason to go there unprepared.

-o-

The first thing Amber noticed were the eyes. They were like glowing
coals, staring at her from the darkness of the wood. The massive beast
slowly entered the clearing. It was huge, a massive form, it's body
almost shaped like a hyena, only that it was almost twice that size.
Its head, huge and threatening, looked as if a bear and wolf would
have mated to create some obscene offspring. Amber felt the scream
form in her throat, a scream that would have the beast made throw
itself at her and sink its teeth into her throat to end it. Her mouth
opened in horror, but she didn't scream.

The hound circled the stone slowly, staring at her all the time,
waiting for her to scream or to run so he could chase his prey and
feast on her flesh. The short dark fur moved, as muscles bulged under
the skin, tense, ready to attack and kill. Each circle brought it
closer, until the sulfur stench was so intense, it felt like
suffocating her. Amber turned her head as she felt it close and then
gasped as a hot, rough tongue licked the tenderness of her throat. The
beast raised its head, inhaling her scent and then moved along her
body, the sniffing sounds causing her to tremble in fear.

Amber felt the heat emanate from the body as it circled her again. Her
eyes closed tightly, she felt it move down her body again and then
between her legs. She felt his breath on her sex as it inhaled. The
beast didn't move anymore, as it was sitting there, the nose almost
touching the tender folds. Amber felt the heat of its breath on her
sex and then felt it connect to her softness, a sensation that started
to spread over her body, like glowing fire jumps from one twig the
next.

She slowly lifted her head and looked down her body, only to see the
glowing eyes stare at her. They stared at each other for minutes, her
breath gradually changing, until they were breathing in the same
rhythm. The heat covered her lips and made them swell. It then moved
up her belly over her breasts, moving up them with every breath she
took until it engulfed her nipples, making them swell and ache, and a
low moan floated in the air.

She knew now how she was expected to satisfy the beast's needs and her
slowly squirming body told the hound she was more than willing. The
slow, sensual movements made her slide on the even surface as she
tried to make her sex touch the source of the heat that made her
shiver, but the hound avoided the contact until she felt the hard edge
of the stone press into the tender flesh of her ass, the heels of her
spread legs pressing against the stone.

"Please..."

It was only a whisper, barely audible over the panting breath of the
hound, and yet it was all it needed to hear. It moved over the girl's
body, front legs holding her hips, feeling so hot she was sure they
burned her skin. The heat of its body moved over hers until she felt
the heat of its massive flesh at her lips. It stared down at the girl
who arched her back to feel the fur's touch on her aching nipples.

"Teach me..."

Amber's mouth opened as she felt the glowing cock spear in her,
filling her unlike anything she ever felt there before. It move
deeper, forcing her walls to yield and open for it, until the tip
forced its way into her womb. The hound throw its head back and the
triumphant howl drowned the gasp of the girl it impaled so completely.
-o-

Demion froze as the howl filled the night. He spun around, the black
shape of his colt appearing out of nowhere in his hand. He wasn't sure
where the sound had came from, but he recognized it. Last time he
heard it had only been a moon ago. He had almost reached the place
where the hound howled its triumph into the air last time and the
sound bought the pictures of blood and gore he had to see last time
the eerie sound filled the air to his mind. He wasn't sure where the
beast was this time, although it seemed as if the sound had come off
the road from the woods.

Damion charged into the forest, forcing branches and bushes out of his
way, but then had to stop and listen for further sounds, trying to
locate the beast. He listened into the night, clenching his teeth in
desperation. He knew only too well, hounds only howled when they
cought their victim. He continued to press into the woods, running
with a sense of foreboding it would be the victim's screams, that
would lead him to the beast.

-o-

The beast was bent over its victim. Claws grasped tender skin,
threatening to tear it from her flesh should she try to flee. It's
jaws were at the victims throat, ready to rip it from the girl's neck,
should she scream for help, as it rammed the swollen cock into Amber's
pussy again and again. Amber felt her breath being forced from her
lungs every time it filled her pussy, hot, hard flesh filling her
core, stabbing into her womb. She gasped and moaned as coarse fur
rubbed over her nipples. The sensation, as painful it was to her sore
flesh connected with the sensations that radiated from her clit that
was stimulated by the hounds softer fur that covered the sheath.

Although her mind registered the perversity of the act, her body
squirmed in helpless lust in the hound's cruel embrace. Her thighs
pressed against the beast's flanks as more of her body wanted to feel
the heat radiating from the beast's body. Soon the gasps, forced from
her body by the beasts fierce mating turned into moans and then, as
her body tensed and shock in a violent orgasm, into screams.

The beast, feeling the spasms of the girls tender walls on its cock,
shivered and forced its cock even deeper into its victim. It howled,
its head almost bent back to the back, as it felt the heat of the
semen being forced through the cock, into the impaled girl's womb.
Amber screamed again as she felt the hot sperm squirt against her
walls, each spurt intensifying her orgasm. She grasped for the beasts
shoulders, her fingers digging deeply into the dark fur as her body
convulsed beyond her control, her heels caressing her master's flanks.

The white of her eyes showed as she stared at the beast, unable to
understand what was happening to her, unable to understand what
happened as the hounds third howl suddenly ended as half its face
vanished in a deafening explosion of flesh, blood and noise.

-o-

Damion shot again, this time sending the consecrated silver bullet
into the hounds heart. The girls screams had guided him just in time
to the clearing to see her squirm helplessly under the beast, her
small hands pushing against the hounds shoulder, her feet aimlessly
kicking at the beasts flanks as she tried to free herself from the
beast that was raping her.

The impact pushed the hound over, causing it to tumble into a heap of
meat and fur next to the stone. The girl stared at the beast,
struggling to get up. Blood and pieces of the hounds brain covered her
face and naked body. She shook, her fists in front of her face and
then she started to scream on top of her lungs, screams that made
Demion run to the girl. He grabbed her shoulders, trying to turn her
around, to make her look away from the killed beast.

As she felt the touch, the girl spun around and hammered her fists
against his chest with an expression on her face that made Demion fear
the events had been too much for her innocent mind. He pulled her
closer, almost embracing her as he tried to calm her down.

"Shhhh, it's over... it's dead... shhhh....it's over!"

He stared at the beasts head. The silver bulled had ripped the side of
the hounds head off, as it ripped though flesh and bone. Where he
expected to see the pale crucifix shape of pale fur, only a gap of
torn flesh, splintered bones and brain stared back at him.

"It's over. " He whispered, holding the girl. Her screams had ended
and her soft sobs filled the night as she clung to his trench coat,
shivering in the cool night air. He wrapped the coat around her and
pulled her closer. Her warm body trembled in his embrace and he felt
her arms around him, hugging him back as he continued to whisper.

"It's over... it's dead... she's dead..." 
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