A Devil's Bride
Chapter 18: For the Road to Hell is Long
Horror Sex Story: Chapter 18: For the Road to Hell is Long - Orpheia, a rare, visually tantalizing creature, has ensnared the attention of a tyrant king whose bloodline is responsible for the slaughtering of Orpheia’s people. Forced to choose between marrying the king and losing the lives of her beloved people, Orpheia calls upon the power of Hell to gain the upper hand. Inspired by Frankenstein, Carmilla, and all things Halloween, this gothic novel is sure to satiate those who crave brutal, bloody romance.
Caution: This Horror Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Hypnosis NonConsensual Romantic Lesbian Shemale Paranormal Ghost Magic Demons Humiliation Light Bond Size Caution Halloween Royalty
Orpheia roused with a groan. She rolled over onto her side, feeling the warmth of fire tickle her skin. Beneath her was a bed of damp silken sheets. The memories of the day’s events flooded Orpheia’s head one after the other until she shot upright with a shriek. Tears fell from her cheeks in heavy droplets as the weight of her father’s death and her mother’s exorcism strangled her breath. Reith curled up on the mattress beside her, wrapping Orpheia in her strong arms and petting her hair just the way Samhain used to. Orpheia fell into Reith’s chest, finding comfort against the warmth of her breasts. Reith held her close as she laid the two of them back down. She whispered sweet nothings into Orpheia’s ear and cradled her softly until the last of Orpheia’s tears fell and she was left with nothing but sniffles and shivers.
“Is it over?” Orpheia whispered so gently that even she couldn’t hear herself.
Reith nodded. “The city is in ruins, my darling. Just as you requested.”
Orpheia’s chest tightened. “And my people?”
“Untouched. My demonic horde freed them from their chains and fed them serpent fruit. So long as the blood moon hangs in the sky, they will have the hunger of a devil. The more Solian flesh they fill their bellies with, the healthier they will grow. Their skin will flush and their bodies will become stronger once more.”
“And the blood moon?” Orpheia asked. “How long will it stay?”
Reith planted a soft kiss on Orpheia’s forehead. “However long you need it to, my darling. I summoned the blood moon, and can cast it away whenever you are satisfied. I am at your command.”
Orpheia shook her head and pulled away. She sat up to face Reith, who blinked back at her in confusion.
“That isn’t correct,” Orpheia said. Her voice was strained against the echoes of dried tears. “I am to submit to your will. That was our agreement.”
“Our agreement was that you surrendered yourself as a vessel to me. That is precisely what you did. Our contract on Devil’s Night was sealed with an equal exchange: you, sacrificing your own flesh, and me, using that flesh to slaughter King Meyrick.” Reith waved her hand toward the king across the floor. In Orpheia’s brief slumber, the flames had spread to his body, yet not burned hot enough to fully scorch off his skin. Only his face had melted away.
“I see. That was why you came back,” Orpheia whispered. She lowered her head to avert her eyes from Reith, for she did not want the Queen of Hell to see her cry a second time. How foolish she had been to think that an eternally powerful, immortal being would care for a creature like Orpheia. To a demon, a spectre wasn’t anything more than just a pale human with regenerative flesh.
Reith furrowed her brow and took Orpheia by the chin. She held on gently, rubbing her thumb up and down Orpheia’s jaw. The two women stared into their gazes in silence, both trying to figure out what the other was thinking. When Orpheia frowned, Reith smiled. Her eyes were lit up with an almost amused pity for the poor, silly spectre girl.
“I came back for you, Orpheia,” Reith whispered gently.
Orpheia’s cheeks flushed bright red. She pulled away and shook her head. “But you left me when Father Grimshaw caught us together. You abandoned me to be tortured.”
Reith’s chest heaved with a saddened sigh. Her shoulders drooped, and she turned away from Orpheia’s wide-eyed gaze. “You are correct. I did abandon you. I should not have, morally, but if I had stayed and put up a fight, it only would have ended poorly. Grimshaw was a clever man. There was a reason that I was not strong enough to kill Meyrick on All Hallows Eve. A reason I needed your aid to rebuild my body.”
Orpheia cocked her head to the side, beckoning her companion to continue.
“Selina summoned me before you,” Reith admitted. “But her connection to Lu’a wasn’t as strong as yours, and she only could summon forth a fraction of my power. I should have beckoned her for more, but I was foolish. I went after King Malachi without taking the correct precautions. Father Grimshaw caught me with the king’s esophagus between my teeth. He stripped me of my body, taking my power with it.”
“He had the power to do such a thing?” Orpheia asked, gaping.
Reith scowled and threw a glance at Meyrick’s corpse. “No. He did. That man knew much of your people’s witchcraft. He taught Grimshaw the spell needed to banish me under the guise of it being an ancient tome written by a prophet of Sol. He abused your people’s magic to weaken me. And as a result, your mother was found guilty of witchcraft.”
“So she was burned for witchcraft while Meyrick remained a hallowed hero?” Orpheia asked. She furrowed her eyes at the man on the ground. Pathetic bastard. A coward. A thief.
“She was supposed to live,” Reith continued. “So long as she took Meyrick’s hand in marriage, he promised to spare her. He was young, and had fallen deeply in love with her. But she refused and willingly faced the stake. Your mother was a brave woman, Orpheia. That is why I am proud to be your servant.”
Orpheia shook her head. “I have no need for a servant. Nor do I want one.”
Reith situated herself on her elbows and studied Orpheia’s words. She appeared confused, perhaps even wounded. She opened her mouth to speak, But before Reith could ask what Orpheia meant by this, Orpheia lunged forward and locked lips with her so tightly that their shape became imprinted onto hers. Reith moaned darkly; the sound trembled Orpheia’s bones. She wrapped her arms around Orpheia’s waist and pulled her in tighter. Her serpentine tongue coiled up and down Orpheia’s throat, drinking in every excited squeal from Orpheia’s chest. Reith tasted of black cherry wine and the feeling of candle light warming the skin. Orpheia yearned for more. Reith chuckled as she pulled away for a moment, then traced the outline of Orpheia’s cheekbone with the forks of her tongue.
“I wasn’t lying to you last night,” Orpheia whispered, her voice drunken with expectation. “I want you to take me. I want you to make me yours.”
Reith chuckled into Orpheia’s ear, tickling her eardrum inside. Orpheia giggled with her and jerked away from the tease. Her breath snagged as she nuzzled Reith’s nose.
“I’ll do whatever you ask of me,” Reith said. She paused between each word to press her lips to a new part of Orpheia’s neck until she was smothered in faint violent pecks. “I’ll worship your body until the end of time. I’ll bow my head in submission and answer your every call. I’ll be your faithful slave. All I ask for in return is your loyalty.”
Orpheia nodded. She was too giddy with anticipation to speak at first, as all that would escape her lips was pure laughter.
“Yes!” She finally exclaimed, having to fight her breath just to get the word out. “Yes, yes, yes! I’ll be yours, and you will be mine. Let it be known beneath the blood moon, my love. For your body was built at the expense of my suffering, and thus you used it to free me from my torment. Our exchange is as equal as it is binding.”
“A bond based in love.”
“Love,” Orpheia repeated quietly. She nodded and repeated it again. “Love indeed. Love my flesh like you love my soul, Reith! Make love to me right here, right now!”
Reith was too hungry to respond. She buried her lips deep into Orpheia’s throat—deep enough that Orpheia screamed. She buried her nails into Reith’s backside, hidden beneath her bushel of long black curls, and traced the grain of where the bat fur on her wings disappeared into her skin. Reith jumped to her knees and scooped Orpheia into her body, pinning her frail form flat against the silk like a taxidermied insect.
“Let’s get this ugly thing off of you,” Reith jested, interrupting her masterful tongue. She pulled the Terrsolis crown from Orpheia’s head with ease, untying her braid without tugging on the scalp. Orpheia’s hair billowed down and spilled across her shoulders. The calla lilies that had adorned her head were scattered across the bed, circling the two as they fell right back into each other’s arms.
Reith intertwined their fingers together and held Orpheia’s hands high above her head. Her tongue traced decorative filigree across Orpheia’s collarbone. Orpheia’s legs kicked and her back bowed, singing the praises of the Hell queen. Her femininity tingled. She ached for Reith’s magnitude inside of her. But she knew that if she were to ask for it, Reith would offer it without hesitation. Orpheia wished to draw out the moment. Seethe in it. Drink it in like fine liquor until it intoxicated her to the brink of death. So she chewed her tongue and remained silent while Reith moved at an agonizing pace, slowly trickling down to Orpheia’s breasts. Reith took a moment to kiss each of them softly, for she had been forced to watch Meyrick torture them days before. She dressed each of Orpheia’s nipples in slow, careful strokes of her tongue, then sucked their teats until Orpheia’s back buckled and she screamed. Heat flushed her cheeks and her chest, leaving her head spinning. The flames that scorched the earth around them seemed to grow hotter with each of Orpheia’s gasping breaths. Orpheia rested her palm against Reith’s cheek, interrupting her from nibbling the erect nipple. Reith glanced up, confused, and furrowed her brow.
“Your turn,” Orpheia whispered. Before Reith could understand what she meant by this, Orpheia wrapped her legs around the demon’s hips and spun her onto her back. Reith collapsed beneath Orpheia with ease, for she refused to put up a fight. Her wings splayed out on the floor around them, making Reith appear small as Orpheia began to grind her hips against the demon’s stomach. Her mare-sized cock was fully erect and had begun dripping a heavy, crystalline droplet of excitement. It stretched up so high that it tickled Orpheia’s spine. Her loins ached for it, but she forced them into subservience.
Before Reith could ask what Orpheia was planning, Orpheia splayed herself across Reith’s torso and copied her companion’s every movement. Though her lips were smaller and her tongue shorter, Orpheia did her very best to smother Reith’s immeasurably sized breasts in as many kisses and nibbles as she could manage. Reith’s body tensed beneath Orpheia’s thighs. She felt a tingling in her perky little rosebud when Reith’s breath would hitch, right as Orpheia sucked from her fat, hickory-brown nipples. When Reith finally broke with a shattering cry, Orpheia’s mouth instantly filled with a rich, creamy nectar that tasted of honeysuckle and gin. Entranced, Orpheia sucked harder and harder, gulping down mouthfuls of the milk until Reith’s breast ran empty. Orpheia jumped back upright with a gasp; soft white milk dripped from the corners of her mouth. It blended against her skin as the droplets began tracing a line down her belly. Reith’s chest heaved, her face dotted with sweat. Orpheia could feel Reith’s member throbbing against her backside, as if it had its own heartbeat.
Slowly, Orpheia crawled backward, holding onto Reith’s gaze. Reith was too exhausted to pick up her head, so she watched Orpheia over the mound of her breasts until the spectre girl was straddling her muscular legs. Reith’s cock sat between them, its fat, spiderweb veins twitching with each passing moment that it remained untouched. Orpheia dragged a finger up its length, studying the discomfort color on Reith’s face. She ground her sharpened teeth and squeezed her eyes shut, as if she were moments from shattering.
“Beg for it,” Orpheia said. Her tone had grown stern, cutting through the tension between them. She began petting Reith’s plump, hair-covered testicles, pinching and squeezing them to create a melody of cries and whimpers from Reith’s lips.
Reith forced a chuckle. “You are the only person, my darling, who has ever dared command me before.”
Orpheia smiled back, narrowing her eyes. She held the cock in place with both hands, careful not to excite it too quickly, then pressed her lips to its throbbing purple head until Reith’s laughter fell into a moan. Soon kissing turned to licking, then to sucking. Orpheia struggled to swallow the flesh at first, gagging as Reith’s cock stuffed her throat full. But as she pushed the member deeper in, letting it slip into her stomach with ease, Orpheia found herself quite enjoying the way Reith filled her insides. She yearned to know what such a cock would feel like between her thighs. She wasn’t the same scared little spectre girl that she used to be.
Reith began with a wail, but by the time Orpheia had sunk so deep down that the demon could see her bulge poking out of Orpheia’s intestines, she screamed. Her legs kicked frantically beneath Orpheia until finally, her resolve shattered. Reith cried, “Please fuck me, my love! You tease me so! I want to feel you all around me! Don’t torture me in such a way!”
Orpheia tried to laugh in victory, but ended up causing herself to choke. She stumbled, trying to drag Reith’s cock from her throat until Reith had to sit up on her elbows and help the poor girl. Orpheia’s mouth poured with heavy tendrils of gossamer saliva that trickled like glistening water. She couldn’t help but laugh at her foolishness after she had caught her breath. Reith chuckled with her, then laid back down and positioned her hips back in such a way that she might stare at her beloved upon the very moment she broke through the spectre’s virginity.
“Are you ready?” Reith asked.
Orpheia wiped her mouth dry and nodded. She had to stand for her womanhood to just barely hover over Reith’s throbbing member. Reith extended her hands to balance Orpheia’s slow, delicate descent. Orpheia sucked in a sharp breath as she felt the head graze her lips. She looked below to Reith for comfort. Reith nodded as well, as if to say, “It’s time.”
Pursing her lips tight, Orpheia let herself fall a bit faster until Reith’s mighty sword pierced through her barrier and shattered her innocence from within. Orpheia’s back arched like a frightened cat. Her screams penetrated the sky above. The flames danced with her pain, then subsided and soothed as pleasure began to wash over her. Tears poured down Orpheia’s cheeks. She sobbed loudly, yet continued slinking deeper onto the staff. Reith kept her steady.
“Take the rest,” Reith instructed. Orpheia had fallen to her knees by then and come to a complete halt. Her rose garden was quite full, throbbing with juicy pleasure.
Orpheia shook her head but was unable to speak through her tears.
“Finish it,” Reith repeated. “And I’ll finish what I started on Devil’s Night.”
The smoke that billowed up into the sky suddenly began coiling down to graze Orpheia’s skin. It played with her hair, tickled her ears, licked her breasts, and traced lines down the mound of her buttocks. Orpheia groaned, for every tendril of smoke felt like chiffon against her flesh. She leaned into its soft, delicate touch and slowly allowed herself to sink.
“That’s my girl,” Reith groaned. “I want to feel myself buried deep in that hole I carved out of your belly. Tell me you want that too.”
Orpheia moaned through pursed lips. She squeezed her eyes shut to cut through the pain and nodded. “Mm-hm!”
“Say it, darling.”
“I want you to fill me, Reith! My queen! I—OH! Ooouuuhhhh...” Orpheia’s body hunched forward. She planted her hands on either side of Reith’s head, letting her hair cast a shadow over both of them. Their faces were pressed together, hidden behind a curtain of silver threads. Orpheia trembled and sobbed, begging Reith to help her where her body was beginning to retreat. Reith took the job happily and slowly thrust her hips up into the air. She sent wisps of smoke between Orpheia’s dewy lips and teased her tingling bud until Orpheia’s sobs turned to screaming.
“Yes!” Orpheia cried. “Deeper, Reith!”
Reith did not stop until her lap and Orpheia’s lap were locked together. The bulge of her cock poked out of Orpheia’s belly, sitting deep and twisted as the spectre’s organs worked to accommodate the new addition. Every pump of her lungs or churn of her insides massaged Reith’s flesh until she, too, was screaming.
“YES!” Orpheia shrieked again. Her body was too wrapped up in the thrill that bewitched her to notice Reith locking her arms around Orpheia’s back. Reith grabbed control and flipped Orpheia beneath her. Orpheia’s limbs fell like sticks onto the mattress. Her fingers and toes had gone numb. She was grinning from ear to ear when she opened her eyes again, entranced by her queen above her.
Reith knit her brow with focus. She held onto Orpheia’s hips gently, careful not to damage the girl’s skin. She began with a gentle gyration of her hips, assessing what little room she had inside of Orpheia, then quickly spiraled into a cacophony of pulls and thrusts. Her balls slapped Orpheia’s thighs with each push deeper. Orpheia struggled to breathe through the waves of pleasure that kept smacking her over and over again. Orpheia buried her fingers into the sheets, for she was growing blue in the face, suffocating on pure euphoria. Reith was the first to scream. Her battle cry sounded like a dragon’s roar. It shook the basilica whole until the rest of the ceiling crashed down around them. Not a speck of rubble hit their bed. Outside, Reith’s loyal demon army howled in tune with their master. The Umbranians whistled through the blood in their teeth. They chanted ancient tongues so loudly that Orpheia could not hear her own thoughts.
At last, she screamed her loudest. The fires roared, growing larger than ever before. They reached as high as the gap in the ceiling and burned hot enough to crumble the limestone. Whatever didn’t turn to dust, melted into glass. It coated the Terrsolis corpses like crystals and preserved their mutilated bodies. Even the effigy of Sol, who had been staring down through a faceless figure and a wide, toothy grin, was dripping. Molten gold poured down its surface and flooded the floor. It enveloped the bodies of Father Grimshaw, his loyal holy men, and the fallen king. All that remained of the deity’s statue was an ugly husk of charred oak that soon fell victim to the heat of the flames as well.
Orpheia did not realize that the gold was beginning to soak the base of the mattress. Its magma-like heat sent the sheets ablaze, chewing up the silk within seconds. Reith was quick to wrap her prize up in her arms, all without removing her cock from Orpheia’s pussy. With a single, powerful gust of her wing, she lifted herself and Orpheia to the sky. Orpheia held on tight around her neck and screamed into Reith’s heartbeat. Reith jerked her hips upward, forcing the very rest of her cock inside of Orpheia until they both cried out with pleasure. The smoke followed them against the background of the blood moon. It squeezed their nipples and scraped lines up the backs of their legs. For Reith, the smoke licked her balls and teased her anus. For Orpheia, it sucked her bud and nibbled her pussy lips. Their chests heaved in unison. The two women looked to each other with their cheeks flushed and their eyes knowing. Reith opened her mouth to speak, but Orpheia dove forward and once more locked their lips together. As their breath became one and their tongues braided tight, both women’s bodies exploded with glorious sanctification. Orpheia’s triumph poured out like glittering rain onto the embers of the basilica ruins, while Reith filled up Orpheia’s belly so tight that she could taste the demon’s dark, heavy cream against the back of her throat.
Tears poured down their cheeks, then laughter spilled from their lips. Reith settled the two of them down onto the steps of the church, where they rolled onto their bellies and cackled with childlike joy. The basilica blazed as hot as the sun. Its blackened silhouette was barely recognizable beneath the licks of fire consuming the stone. It sung praises to the Hell Queen as its levels began to crack and collapse.
Agonized screams echoed up and down the kingdom’s streets. Demonic beasts—some appearing as misshapen animals, some more similar to shadows with gaping mouths and soulless eyes, and some so unnerving in appearance that they could not be properly perceived by mortal eyes—crept and crawled through carnage. They dragged along severed body parts and brought them to the palace’s front gates. They were slowly building themselves a mound from which they could climb over the palace walls and terrorize those cowering inside. Many of the demons had wings, like Reith, and some even had the ability to travel through the shadows. Yet they enjoyed the tease. Orpheia grinned as she watched them.
“This was precisely what I dreamt of,” she said, resting her weary head against Reith’s chest. She could hear Reith’s heart beating wildly.
“I told them to wait before destroying the palace,” Reith said. She planted a kiss on Orpheia’s head. “I thought you might want to watch the grand finale.”