Do it for her

Lacey writhed on the ground as her pussy quivered, overwhelmed by a dark infection of lust. She felt no pain, though her leg was badly injured. Even so, her mind was ablaze with emotional agony. Her body was betraying her right before her eyes. Meanwhile, the demon closed in.

“You’re a strong mother. That’s good. You will raise our young well. Still, I do not need a bride at the moment. I need a helper.”

Lacey mustered up as much strength as she could manage and screamed at the demon.

“I’ll never help you!”

The demon chuckled. Lacey hated the damn thing’s haughty laughter. He didn’t have to humiliate her like this.

“You’re hurt. Let me help you.”

The demon ran his fingers along Lacey’s wounded leg with surprising gentleness. Then he gouged a wound in his own forearm with a clawed finger and splattered his blood over Lacey’s injury. Immediately, fresh pain erupted as Lacey’s tissues began to shift and reform.

“No! Stop! Get it out!”

“My blood will give you relief and speed up the process. Just relax.”

Lacey didn’t want to believe it, but as she writhed and struggled, she gradually regained feeling and motion in her leg. Before long, she felt as good as new. No, she felt better. Her entire body felt refreshed and energized. She was also unbelievably horny, something she felt deeply ashamed of.

Still, the healing meant that Lacey could escape. With all her might, she sprung to her feet and dashed forward. For a moment, she felt a fleeting sense of hope. That hope was immediately dashed as the demon caught Lacey in his arms and dragged her backwards. The woman fell into the demon’s embrace, feeling its hot, muscular body against her back.

Lacey’s mind cried out In protest while her body swooned. Ever since Jack had passed, she had been alone. As much as the demon repulsed her, there was something deeply sensual about being held.

The demon’s burning tongue trailed saliva across Lacey’s cheek while his hands caressed her breasts through her sweater. By now, the arousal she felt was entirely incapacitating. There was no escape. She was being held by this monstrous beast and he was going to have his way with her. He was fuck her and fill her and make her his.

Lacey knew this was terrible. Her rational brain understood, but the culmination of years of loneliness and her strange, magical lust were becoming too much.

“I know you want this,” the demon growled. “Don’t fight it.”

“I shouldn’t.”

“Think of it this way. You’re receiving my blessing in place of your daughter. This is to protect her.”

That broke the damn. Lacey would do anything for Helen. Hell, she had sacrificed her life for her daughter. This was the ultimate expression of that love. She would debate herself so that Helen would remain pure. “Pure”. God only knew what the girl had been up to in her teenage years. But it didn’t matter. She was safe.

“Please be gentle,” Lacey begged.

The demon chuckled.

“I make no promises.”

Then he pulled down Lacey’s sweat pants, shredded her panties, and brought his cock to bare. When it touched Lacey’s nether lips, it her like a revelation. It was so big! So hot! So powerful!

The demon pushed inside Lacey, lighting up the walls of her pussy like His cock was a live wire. Immediately, Lacey’s misgivings melted away and all that remained was need.