Authors note. Special thanks to MissBoePeep for her editing assistance and help. This is my first submission under the erotic horror catagory, please keep that in mind.
She stood at the edge of the wooded area gazing with disdain at the old wooden church that sat on the outskirts of Bellaire, a small village nestled in the New England country side.
She had come to the quaint village not to better its citizens, but to wreak havoc; to sow the seeds of corruption, and damn as many souls as she could before the demon hunter found her trail again.
Duemos was a demon spirit who had been sent by the prince of darkness himself on a ten year mission to roam the earth at will, and spread his hellish influence to as many as possible. The demon would either return to hell at the end of his tenure on earth, or be killed by the demon hunters, and be banished to Tartaurus with the rest of the fallen angels for failing to complete his mission.
Having barely escaped the demon hunter, Cage, in the Canadian wilderness, the demon fled to New England where it assumed the body of a female named Raven. She was aptly named, with long flowing black hair, hypnotic eyes, and a tantalizing smile. Under the locks of hair were four horns signifying her power as a devourer of human souls. The little village was perfect for her demonic influence, as it basked under puritan laws, and many of its citizens were single females who had dedicated themselves to purity and honor.
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Cage saddled his horse and put out the campfire that had warmed him the night before. The trek from the Canadian wilderness to the new world was a long one, especially the steam boat that had taken days to traverse the cold, icy waters. He was tired in body and spirit, but knew that no mortals were safe as long as the demon roamed the earth. He knew he was getting closer to it, he could sense the foulness of its character, and at times could smell the brimstone traces still lingering in the air.
Guided by a sense of purpose and deep instincts, he made his way along the winding trail that cut through the dense wilderness. This was not his first run-in with satyrs and demons. His family was killed by them when he was a boy. Raised by priests, he learned the nature of the foul ones and joined a band of demon hunters at the age of 19. They were all gone now; only he remained to carry out their mission.
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It was not long before Raven spied the first souls to lay waste. A young couple in their 20s were sitting by the sparkling lake at the edge of town. Engaged to be married, they were looking forward to a long and happy life together. Raven crept up beside the tree unnoticed by the two lovebirds. Casting a spell upon the male, she watched gleefully as primal lust overtook his own will. He shoved his prospective bride to the ground and began forcibly ripping her clothes off as she screamed and pounded against him to stop.
The girls face turned ashen as she looked beyond the shoulders of her lust crazed boyfriend to see Raven leaning against the tree, all four horns protruding eerily from her flowing locks of hair, and her eyes glowing red like a wolf in the night.
"Fuck the whore," Raven snarled in a voice from the pits of hell itself.
The sky above grew grey and clouds whirled about as if in the path of a wild hurricane as Raven wove her perverse will over the two helpless souls.
No, please don't do this, you know I am a virgin," the girl pleaded with her partner.
"Be a man and shove your cock in the whore's cunt. Take your pleasure, it is yours to have," Raven bellowed.
She watched in delight as the young man stripped naked and pressed his raging cock against the tender flesh of his girl's pussy lips and prepared to enter.
The young woman shivered from the pain as her virginity was taken in a moment of depraved lust. The pain shortly gave way to a new sensation. One she had not yet experienced. Her nipples hardened and her feminine juices began flowing freely as her man began thrusting his cock wildly in and out her.
"Ohhhhh, please don't spill your seed into me, I will get pregnant," She wept, expressing her shame and fear of being exposed as a harlot.
"Don't listen to the bitch," Raven snapped at the male. "Go deeper, bury your cock in her. You are in control, fill her worthless pussy with your hot load," she snarled.
Raven walked over to the humping male and placed her foot on his ass, pressing downward so as to cause him to slip further inside his girl.
"Empty your balls into her now!" She growled.
The female screamed in desperation as she tried to snap her lust crazed boyfriend back to reality, and save their reputation. Her pleas went unheeded as he shot load after load of hot cum deep into her womb.
He lay moaning in spent passion, as his bride to be wept openly under his weight. His cock was still rigid and pulsating as he sought to catch his breath.
"You call that fucking?" Raven teased. " I have seen better copulation at a monastery, now turn her over on her hands and knees and stick that cock up her asshole, if you are man enough," She taunted.
"Don't listen to her, she is the devil sent here to damn our souls in lust," the weeping female cried out.
"Damn indeed," Raven sneered. "Now get that cock buried in her tight asshole and feel what is like to be a man, or I will turn it into a serpent," Raven ordered.
The male roughly forced the female onto her hands and knees and pressed his still rigid cock against the tight nub of her ass, as her screams were drowned out by thunder above, and the wicked howling of Raven's laughter.
Raven watched the rape with sheer delight, yet something stirred deep inside her, warning her that Cage was on her trail. She had five days left on earth, and was not about to be sent to some underworld torture chamber for all eternity. She would drag as many souls to hell as she could, and get Cage too, or die trying.
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Night came and Cage watched the orange glow of the setting sun sink slowly beneath the horizon. Overhead, vultures screeched against the night sky as they peered the canvas below looking for food. Cage dismounted his steed and began preparing a fire for the night. The days were warm, but the cool night air required some source of heat. He sliced some dried meat, stuck it on the end of a stick, plunging it and out of the fire to give him something hot to eat. He scoured the area to the south carefully. For the last two days,a lone figure had been trailing him. He deliberately slowed down today in hopes the individual would slip up and come into view.
He had just drifted to sleep when the vibrations from an approaching rider could be felt on the ground where he lay. He cautiously reached for his rifle, and his long blade sword, ready for action should it be required. The slow gallop of the horse echoed in the darkness as it approached. As the rider neared the campsite the hoofbeats slowed then grew silent. Cage listened, gun cocked, as his eyes tried to pierce the darkness before him.
"Hello in camp," a female voice called.
State your business," Cage yelled back.
