Demon Child

I know a lot of witches from my bloodline have turned to black magic because it calls to us. I have always ignored that call until now. I had preferred doing white magic, and I swore that I would never turn dark like my uncle Jack and Aunt Helen did. They went too far and now their souls are lost forever. They turned their back on good and embraced evil. I guess that I have pretty much done the same thing. I am sure that they would stand by me against the coven if it came down to it, which I hope never happens. I don't want my coven to know my shame. I can't let them destroy my newfound happiness with Damien. If anything happens to me and I'm sure it will.

I want my aunt and uncle to take Lucien to raise as their own. They are about as dark as you can get and I know they will protect him. My thoughts are brought back to the present as I look up and see that Damien has returned. My heart starts to beat faster as he comes closer to me. I know that he is wondering about our baby so I tell him.

"Damien there is no need to fear our child grows healthy and strong. I can feel him moving. There is no reason to be afraid. Soon we will have the child we always longed for."

Anger at my words flashed briefly in his eyes, but was gone so quickly that I wondered if I had imagined it.

"Shayla you must never think of this child as ours. He doesn't belong to us and never will. You should be proud. You have been chosen to be the vessel that carries my master's seed. The Christ child lived, now the time has come for Lucifer's child to live, and you will give birth to him."

"Tell me why I was chosen. Damien I don't want this."

"The Virgin Mary didn't want it either, but she had no choice. Her belly still swelled up anyway, and so will yours."

"You should be ashamed of yourself talking like that."

I said with a voice hoarse with tears as it finally dawned on me the true evil that now dwelled inside of me.

"Shay you wonder why you were chosen. The answer is really quite simple. I sold my soul to the devil to get you with child. We had prayed to god but like always he ignored our prayers. He was too busy to get off his high horse and answer, but Lucifer answered and promised me that it would happen, but I died before my seed could be planted. Then you gave up your soul to bring me back. I made a deal with Lucifer that I would carry his seed if he heeded your call to return me from the grave. He agreed and now you carry Lucien my master's only son."

"Oh God no I can't and won't do it."

I yelled as I moved away from Damien as quickly as possible. I have really crossed the line this time. I'm not what you would really call a religious person, but I did believe in god and I hoped that I would one day go to heaven. I have always believed that if you do good, you won't end up in hell, and I have always done good until now. I should have listened to my coven and let Damien rest in peace. Suddenly this child inside me is no longer welcome. I will kill this monster before I give birth to it. I will not be the one to bring Lucifer's child into this world.

I'm not evil I'm just in love and I don't want to let the love of my life go. I have made a horrible mistake I must go to my coven and beg for their help. I must rid myself of this evil before he is strong enough to be born. I know that it is too late for me. I have made way to many mistakes, but I know I can save the human race by destroying this evil before it is too late. I made this mess and even if it means sending my love back to the hell he came from I will. The beast in me will die if Damien isn't here to feed it. It hurts but I know that I have no choice but to get my coven to help me send him back. I cry out in pain as Damien grabs my hair yanking me back to him. My thoughts are halted at the murderous glint in his eyes.

"Do you think that I can't read your mind little one? I will not allow you to harm the child. I will fuck the life out of every bitch in your coven if I have to. Wouldn't it be ironic if those white witch bitches fed the child with their life force? They can't help you I will make sure of it. You just killed them all Shay and the world will be better off with those snobby bitches gone. Thank you for helping me procure enough victims to feed the masters child."

The anger fades from him as quickly as it had come. Gently he kissed away the tears that were falling heavily from my eyes. I wanted to hate him but I couldn't. Desire swirled inside me swiftly and without mercy as he spread my legs and shoved a finger deep into my pussy. Shame continued to drip from my eyes as I grinded against his finger wanting more of the feelings that only Damien invoked in me. Pleasure flew through me as he added another finger.

"My sweet beautiful Shay it's too late for us. We are both doomed to hell. You will die when the child is born, and my time on earth will come to an end also, and I will take you back to hell with me. I will spend eternity fucking your sweet little cunt. It will be so good that you will know nothing, but the pleasure of my cock filling you over and over again. The child will need to eat again soon, but for now I just want to fuck my wife's tight juicy pussy. Later you will start leading me to the bitches in your coven, so that I may feed my master's child."

I want to say no, but I am finding it hard to concentrate as Damien removes his fingers, and replaces them with the head of his cock. He is teasing me refusing to give me what I need until I give him what he wants. I shudder as his cock slides into me, only to pull back out leaving me whimpering with need.

"Tell me that you will help me Shay. Tell me that you will give me the white witches, and I will give you this big thick dick that you are so hungry for."

To emphasize his point, Damien slid his cock all the way in. Damien Punished my pussy, with a few violent thrusts, before pulling all the way out, and letting only the head rub against my clit vigorously painfully. I was beyond caring anymore. I was doomed anyway. Why shouldn't I enjoy it? I wanted his dick deep inside me, and I would do anything to make that happen.

"Yes Damien I will do anything you ask, if you will just fuck me with that beautiful cock of yours. My body is on fire and I need you to douse the flames. Please Damien fuck me now."

A wicked smile lit up Damien's beautiful face, as he gazed into my eyes. I knew that I was under his spell but I didn't care. I would do anything for him, even betraying the people that I love, if he would just stop this ache in my pussy growing stronger by the second.

"I love you Shayla and yes baby I will fuck you now."

Without another word Damien slammed his cock inside of me. The teasing was over as he filled me to the hilt stretching me making me his. Tears of joy flowed from my eyes as he fucked me, each thrust harder than the last, until I flew over the edge. Coming harder than I ever had before, but Damien wasn't done yet. I realized that as he flipped me over making me get on my knees. Fear clutched at my heart. I was a virgin in my ass. Damien had never had the urge to fuck me there, and I didn't know why he wanted to now. He had never wanted to hurt me like that, but this Damien didn't care and I was secretly thrilled by it. I gasped as Damien reached around catching the juices dripping from my pussy, and rubbed them on my tight muscled ring, before I could protest his cock slammed in my ass. I couldn't speak for the pain that exploded in me.

It fucking hurt and there was nothing I could do but take it. Grabbing my hair he fisted it in his hands using it to plunge deeper into me. I want to beg him to stop, but the loud animalistic sounds coming from deep in his throat tell me that he isn't going to stop no matter what I say. He is enjoying it. I try to shut out the pain as he pulls my hair harder, and to my surprise the intense pain turns into erotic pleasure. I thrust my hips backwards wanting him to go deeper. A loud groan erupts from him as my ass moves backwards meeting his powerful thrusts. Letting go of my hair he reaches over and grabs my vibrator. Turning it on to its highest speed he rams it into my dripping cunt. I scream out as the pain that had torn through me turns to pleasure spiraling around me.

Convulsions attack me uncontrollably sending me to the brink of madness as orgasm after orgasm shreds my core. Damien shows no signs of stopping as his cock pounded into my backside. My core tightens around the vibrator as it rocks against my g-spot. Only in my wildest dreams have I ever experienced this kind of pleasure. My hands fist the sheets as I scream out again.

"Yessssssss Damien. Fuck me harder. Yessssssss, that's it baby."

Damien pulls the vibrator from me so both his hands can grip my hips, so he can slam into me harder. His nails dig into my flesh, but that only turns me on more.

Just when I thought my ass can't take him any deeper I feel the burn as he sinks further. I rock into him taking it all. Damien has pushed me past my limits, but I still want more. I will never get enough of this side of him. In my heart I know I'm giving myself to pure evil, but I'm already damned to hell, so why not embrace it? I feel his body tense as his cock jerks inside of me. He pumps my ass hard and fast, filling me with his hot liquid, and then he was gone. This isn't what I want. How could he leave me after what we just shared? I want what comes after, to be held and caressed. I want to feel loved, not used, but Damien doesn't want that. His only concern is the child. I hate this thing inside of me. I scream out as pain rips through my belly. I'm being clawed from the inside.

I wish it would go ahead and kill me that would be better than living only to bring such evil into this world. Damien saunters back into the room bringing with him what looked to be rope. I'm seized with fear as he ties each of my wrists to the bedpost.

"Damien, what are doing?"

"You don't think I'm leaving you free to run away do you? I'm going out for a bit and I want you to stay right here. By the way it would be best not to think such nasty thoughts. He can hear you and those pains you just suffered was his way of letting you know he didn't like them. I didn't either, for that matter. Death will find you soon enough Shayla, so stop wishing for it. I'm taking the car and will be back later and Shayla be ready for my cock when I return."

I can't believe he has left me a prisoner in my own home, but then again I couldn't believe anything that was happening to me right now. I struggle with the rope trying to free myself, but it was no use they were too tight. I felt the burn to my wrists and knew it was hopeless. I was trapped. I know what he is out doing, but I have no way of stopping him. I don't want him to come back and crawl on me, making this thing inside me stronger than he already is. Again pains rip through my belly. I close my eyes if I sleep maybe I want think and the child won't hurt me anymore.

It has been almost a week, and I am sore in places I didn't know I could be sore in. This pregnancy is taking a toll on me. Nowhere have I read that a pregnancy is supposed to be like this. I just want it to be over. The child grows bigger everyday stretching me making me be in constant pain. Tears of agony have become an occurrence that I suffer through daily. I know that the child is slowly killing me, any time now I will give birth to this monster. No one has to tell me that I won't survive this birth. I can feel it just like I feel him destroying my insides. I have no clue where Damien is. I guess he is out looking for another innocent victim to feed the child, but I'm not sure because my instincts tell me that the child has received all the food he needs. So if that's not what he is doing I don't know what he is up to.

Damien hasn't bought another victim home since the prostitute and I am grateful for that. I don't want to watch him fucking the life out of anyone else. I hope and pray to a god that probably is no longer listening to me, to let this be over. I love Damien but I can no longer handle the sex with him. I am in constant pain and I have no desire for sex, but Damien doesn't care how I feel. I had once wished that Damien would be more aggressive in the bedroom before his death. I guess the old saying be careful what you wish for is true. I want the old Damien back that was a gentle and compassionate lover. Who desired me often because he loved me, not this monster that he returned from the grave as. He doesn't make love to me anymore, no he just plain out fucks me and not because he desires me, no it's strictly to feed the child. He doesn't touch me sexually except to feed it. There is no foreplay, and he is extremely aggressive and dammit it hurts like hell.

I am even more adamant about getting my coven to help me rid the world of both this child and Damien. My time is growing shorter every day, but I can't reach them. Damien can read my mind and so can the child. I have tried doing a spell to reach them with my mind and beg for help, but it ended badly. The child who I still can't bring myself to call Lucien had somehow sensed what I was doing. He became angry and caused me so much pain that I couldn't concentrate. I have become a prisoner in both my home and my mind. I had always wanted to be a mother and nurture a child with my body, but I didn't ask for this I'm not a mother and I never will be. I am simply a vessel to bring unspeakable evil into this world. I can only hope that once this thing is out of me that I will live long enough to contact my coven and have them destroy it. I hear the front door open and I cringe inwardly. He is home and probably wants to feed the child again.

I wish that a big hole would open up and swallow me. I detest everything about him. In some ways he is still my Damien. I catch a glimpse of him from time to time, but it is always short lived and only for the child not me. He is different in so many ways that I can't tolerate. He walks into the room and I choke on a sob as I see who is with him. She is walking with her head held high with what appears to be not a care in the world. He leads her to the bed pushing her on it ripping her dress off her in the process, leaving her naked and at his mercy. Shock grips me hard as my eyes wander to the tattoo above her right breast of angel wings. Where they had once been white and pure they were now inked black and looked sinister instead of heavenly. Tears fill my eyes and my heart begins to ache painfully. I know without a doubt that Damien is going to steal her life force and there isn't a damn thing I can do about it. I am not at all surprised that she isn't struggling.

Harmony, my high priestess has always been too proud, for her own good. I gaze into her eyes and see hatred there for me that shakes me to my core. In the past I had seen what appeared to be hatred in her eyes especially after Damien's death, but it had passed so quickly that I thought I had imagined it. It had been Harmony's idea that I spend time in her library to help me heal instead of the commentary that it only made it worse. I realized then that it was compassion not hatred I saw reflected in her eyes. Harmony never gave anyone free rein to her personal library because of the black magic books hidden there. At the time I had been blown away by her compassion and blind faith in me. I now wish that she hadn't trusted me so completely. I had betrayed her trust and I can't face her, because of my stupidly I am the reason she is going to die why her son will now be an orphan. I turn my head and let the tears fall.

"Shayla there is no use in crying. It is almost over you having served your purpose the time has come for Harmony to serve her's. Thank you for making it possible by bringing me back."

"Damien please don't do this, can't you find someone else? Harmony has the purest soul of anyone I have ever met. She trusted me and I destroyed that trust. She doesn't deserve this leave my Coven alone. You can find someone else just like you have all week. I know that you are responsible for destroying her beautiful wings."

An evil chuckle escapes his throat as his eyes travel over Harmony's nude body, before resting on her tattoo. Tearing his gaze away he glares at me with desire in eyes, but the desire isn't for me but harmony. I can tell at once that he is my Damien. I can no longer see or feel evil in him. I guess the evil has fled him because of the upcoming birth. I smile for the first time in awhile. This is a Damien I can talk to, my loving compassionate husband that will listen to reason. I don't understand why Harmony is here since the evil has fled him, but I am sure that I can convince him to leave my coven alone. I don't understand why I see desire for Harmony in his eyes, maybe there is just enough evil left in him to feed the child once more.

He laughs once again, but this time it's a deep sexy chuckle that is uniquely Damien's. A laugh that always had the power to send tremors of desire rushing through me, a laugh that I haven't heard in over a year, but when he speaks the joy that had momentarily bubbled up inside of me at having the true Damien back flees.

"Don't worry little one, it has been taken care of. I will leave your coven alone because they are all dead except you and Harmony. In the past week I have fucked the life out of 11 of your witch friends. Your whole coven has been wiped out, and I must say they were some tasty little bitches cursing you with every stroke of my cock. I took my time with each of them letting them feel pleasure as their life fled from them. I had to give them time to hate you, and I made sure they knew you were the reason they were going to die."

The tears fell harder from my eyes. How could he do this to me? He knows how important my coven is to me. My parents died when I was four, leaving me an orphan. My mom's sister Helen and her husband Jack had wanted to take me in, but my parents had made other provisions for me if anything happened to them. Thankfully my parents will, stated that upon their death I was to be placed in the care of Mr. and Mrs. Chandler. Harmony's parents had raised me and loved me as if I was their own. Harmony has always been more like my sister than just my High Priestess. The entire coven had become my family and now because of me they're all gone. Harmony looks at me with pity in her eyes. I want so badly to help her, but I can't move.

I am bound to this bed. The heaviness in my belly makes it impossible to move. Damien freed my arms days ago when he realized the thing growing inside me has me enslaved. When I have needed to get up, it has been Damien who helped me. I can't move without his assistance. I fear the impending birth because I know it's going to rip me apart inside. I can already feel it starting. I have always felt cheated that I would never know the joys of a child growing inside me, but now all I feel is disgust. I don't know how I have survived this long. They're days it feels like this thing in me is sucking every bit of air I need to breathe. I wish everyday for it to end. I just want it to be over. I want to be free of the pain and torture. My voice cracks as I speak.

"Damien, please I beg you spare her life. Harmony is like a sister to me. The child is strong enough. I can tell by his movements. I believe he is readying himself to be born."

"Don't be silly Shayla I have no intentions on killing the woman I love."

He covers her naked body with his and her arms fall around his neck. Their lips meet in a sweet, tender kiss. The kisses that were once mine and mine alone. I watch in horror as her body arches welcoming his thick cock inside. She moans out in pleasure as he makes love to her. He glides in and out of her with soft, gentle strokes. Their bodies moving in perfect unison. I can't believe this is happening, even though I'm watching it unfold before my very eyes. I feel like I'm in a terrible nightmare and I'm struggling to wake up. In an instant they are screaming out declarations of love for one another. He has just pleasured my best friend, my sister the way he had once pleasured me. Waves of nausea hit me and I turn my head covering the floor in vomit.