A monstrous woman.

At the foot of the bed, just behind the red silk curtains, you can see the silhouette of a woman with very defined curves and large ram horns. Your eyes grow wide, and your body trembles at the sight of the demonic woman, who stands motionless at the foot of the bed. At first, you think maybe it is another statue, like the wooden carvings on the bedpost, but then a cool breeze blew through the room and lightly fluttered the red curtains exposing small hints of the woman's body.

As the curtains shifted, you caught a glimpse of the woman’s hips and belly. The woman had pail ashen skin and a powerful muscular body, even more so than you. She wore a pair of black thigh-high boots over her strong legs and a dark loincloth that hung loosely over her wide hips. She slowly ran her long slender fingers over her curves, escorting your eyes over her half-nude form.

“Do you like what you see,” she purred lustfully, her soft and sensual voice echoing through your ears. It felt like her words were boring into your brain like a worm tunneling through soil. Without thinking, you timidly nodded your head. “Are you scared, little one?” she asked you with a sexual purr.

You gulped hard and shivered as you watched her pale hands slide over her toned belly. At the same time, your heart pulsed under your chest, and your lips felt dry. You couldn't tell if it was fear that you felt or desire. Possibly both.

As the curtain continued to shift and furl like a draped flag in the breeze, you caught small glances of the woman's long black claws and the underside of her large ashen breasts. “There is no need to be afraid,” the demon woman told you while lightly swaying her hips, “I’m here to protect you. To please you. To take care of you.”

You notice movement at the foot of the bed. Looking down, your eyes go wide as a long-spaded tail slithered its way past the curtains and over the bedsheets like a viper searching for its prey. Quivering in fear, you scramble back to the headboard in a vain attempt to escape the woman. As you press your nude back against the wood, you feel a damp, warm breath brushing over your neck, along with the quiet sounds of multiple women kissing and moaning. Despite this, you are too afraid to look away from the demon woman before you. The woman lest out a playful giggle then slowly inches her clawed fingers through the crack of the curtains. Your heart races under your breasts, and your breath shortens as the curtains slowly spread apart like a budding flower. As the woman’s lower jaw and smiling black lips come into view, you feel a mix of terror and desire. Part of you wants to flee the room, despite the chain holding you prisoner, while another, stronger part, wants to touch her lips. Those black lips look so soft and welcoming, but at the same time terrifying. You want them to kiss you, all of you, but at the same time, you fear what they might do to you.

The ashen skinned woman slowly starts to emerge from the curtains, first her long left thigh, next to her toned sensual arms, and then her dark hard nipples. The blood-red curtain covers her eyes and upper face as she slowly crawls her way towards you. Despite this, you can see hints of her yellow cat eyes and the black marrow of her horns through the sheer fabric of the curtain. You trembled, and pant as the dominating woman draws closer and closer to you, your breast heaving and falling with every terrified breath you take. She is almost on top of you now, so close that you can feel the heat of her body and the warmth of her breath. As she towers over you, the sheer fabric of the curtain starts to fall away from her face, when suddenly you blink. In the short time, it took you to close your terror-filled eyes and open them again, the tall and intimidating figure had disappeared, and the curtains had returned to the foot of the bed, gently swaying from its rack.

Confused but also scared out of your mind, you take a moment to catch your breath, then carefully crawl forward towards the foot of the bed. Your heart pounds in your chest like a drum. Slowly and timidly, you reach towards the curtain and lightly wrap your trembling fingers around the lip of the fabric. You swallow hard and try to peer through the crack between the red silk, only to feel the small chain tugging you back, preventing you from going any further. Mustering what little courage you had left, you quickly pull the spread of the curtain open. Nothing, just the dim flickering candles at the foot of the bed.

You take in a deep breath of air through your nose and slowly exhale through the crack in your lips in a vain attempt to calm your nerves. "Was that real?" you thought, "Is this a bad dream?" You pull forward once again and feel the chain tugging you back, the black leather collar digging into your throat. It sure feels real. You start to back away from the curtens to see if you can find a way to break your bindings when suddenly you feel a pair of soft mounds pressing against your shoulder blades.

You freeze, and your eyes grow wide with terror as the pair of breasts stab you in the back with its black nipples. Your hairs stand on as two ashen hands with sharp black claws slowly wrap around your body, one sliding over your belly and down your hips while the other runs under your left breasts, cupping your flesh in its long fingers. You can feel the share claws pricking your tender skin and scratching your breasts. You can't help but gasp as one of the claws draws a small hit of blood, but you can't tell if it is a gasp of pain, fear, or pleasure. You then feel the demoness' soft, warm cheek brushing up against yours and her damp-breath coating the pit of your neck. Her black lips are just inches away from your skin. You tremble and gasp in the woman's arms as just the mere thought of being kissed by those soft, cursed lips filled you with fear and desire.

“I saved you, my dear,” the demon woman purred lustfully into your ear, “And for that, I now own you.”