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This fiction will contain explicit violence, gore, and very strong sexual themes. This will be rated, "M" for Mature. Reader's discretion is advised.
This scene contains explicit sexual situations. Please read at your own discretion!
Yaotl was starving. The last time he had eaten a hot meal was just last night, but he was already feeling the gnawing hunger in the pit of his stomach. That, and the meal was absolute shit; it was an elderly man who hadn't even put up a fight. He had merely sat down on the ground and closed his eyes, humming a little tune, accepting the fact that he was about to be ripped to pieces by a God.
Still, he had the blood of a first-born, and first-born blood always had the best flavor. The flavor was ripened with age and wisdom, giving it a vintage sort-of flavor. Sure, those two pricks Mictian and Yaotzin knew how blood tasted, but were they always fed the blood of a first-born? Yaotl didn't think so; if he got anything less than a first-born, then the ones who fed him would suffer. They would suffer, die, and suffer some more. He would make sure that the pain lasted them well into the so-called "Afterlife".
He was about to go and raise some Hell, demanding to know where his latest was and why it was late when he heard the telltale signs of screaming and struggling. With a grin to himself, Yaotl hid within the shadows, eager to see what he would be dining upon. He knew that it wasn't necessary to hide, but he did it anyway; he loved to see his meals scared shitless upon seeing him for the first and last time.
He had tasted it all; men, women, the elderly; even children and newborns. Though newborns hardly did anything except fucking cry and squeal for their mothers until he finally had enough of listening to them and put them out of their misery. They didn't taste that good, either; they didn't have that vintage quality to their blood, and killing them was like drowning a puppy in a river.
A couple of times, his meals would take one good look at him, scream until they were purple in the face, and then fall down, dead. Those were the most unsatisfying meals; the spice of fear would fade quickly if he didn't act fast enough. And when he was forced to eat fast, it gave him a stomachache, which made him feel immensely displeased. And when he was displeased…
Oh! His meal had arrived! He watched with glowing yellow eyes as his latest meal was thrown into the room, landing roughly onto the floor of his room. He took one sniff of the air, and he was hit with the strong scent of estrogen.
"Female..." He took another sniff as the room was sealed off, his meal squealing and making a dash for the exit. "…Possibly out of her teens…And hell-o! Fucking first-born! Smells absolutely fucking delicious!" Yaotl thought, feeling his mouth beginning to water. He was so hungry…And this first-born smelled great. Of course, he would have to add his own personal spice to this walking sac of blood. It just wouldn't taste the same without fear spicing it up.
She pounded on the heavy stone door, begging to be let out of his chambers, not even knowing that he was beginning to skulk around the room, adding to the element of fear. Without even meaning to, he stepped on a child's skull, sending a crack throughout the dimly-lit room. He watched as the girl froze, looking behind her into the darkness. He grinned; he could see everything, but her poor, mortal vision couldn't see into the dark room.
Her fear spiked, but only slightly; he could smell it radiating off of her like a disease. She moved to the left, while he moved to her right, keeping out of her peripheral vision. She didn't know that she was about to stumble into the wonderful bone piles that he had left about on that side of the room. He, of course, didn't eat the bones or the actual bodies of the sacrifices; he only craved their blood, and once he was done, he'd let nature take its course. The bodies would shrivel due to the lack of bodily fluids, and essentially become dried up.
He smiled wickedly when he watched her step onto a skull, her screams sending waves of fear coursing all throughout the room. God, this was one meal that he wouldn't mind dining upon. The fear was what gave it that delicious flavor.
Moving towards her as she fell to her ass and scooted backwards, he couldn't wait to see her reaction at seeing what he looked like.
She bumped into the front of his legs, and he was amazed that she didn't impale herself upon the bones jutting out from his legs. She froze when she connected with him, and he just couldn't help himself.
"Well well well…What have they decided to give me this time? Cock? Pussy? Aw, who the fuck cares, so long as it's alive and filled with blood." he said, and he just loved the way she slowly looked up at him.
And she was crying! Her eyes were filled with fucking tears!
Of course, he knew that he was not that attractive to humans. He had bone spikes jutting right from out of his back, and they dripped with blood, as they always did. Of course, he had his primary killing weapons jutting right out of his arms; bone blades. They stretched the flesh on my forearms, allowing others to see the muscles and tissues of his arms. His hands weren't normal hands; they didn't even have fingernails. They were just clawed, and that's the way he liked it; makes it easier to rip flesh and bones.
The final fear factor was that you could see some of his ribs and breastbone, as well as the organs working on the side where his ribs were exposed.
For the longest time, she stared right at him, her mouth gaping open like she was a fucking fish gasping for breath. And then he leaned down close; close enough to where he knew she could smell the blood on him.
"Boo." He said, and the end result of this one word was just beautiful.
She screamed. She screamed loudly, actually causing Yaotl to want to cover his ears. And just as quickly as she had started screaming, she bolted up and towards the exit, pounding for all she was worth on the stone door.
It was time to eat.
Citlali screamed until she saw stars popping in her eyes as she pounded on the stone slab, feeling the flesh peel away from her hands. Behind her, she could hear the monster hulking up to her, and she screamed in both horror and fear when he grabbed a literal fistful of her hair, feeling like her scalp was about to be ripped off.
"Fuck, will you just shut the fuck up? You're giving me a migraine!" The monster said as it began to drag her away from the door and into the darkness, away from the torchlight's. Pain surged through Citlali as she was dragged across the floor by her hair, feeling the monsters sharp fingers scraping at her tender scalp. She kicked and screamed, looking for something to grab onto, perhaps to make him stop dragging her.
Her hand fell upon a broken tibia, the sharp tip looking more and more like a spear. With a shriek, she grabbed the bone and rammed it into the arm of the monster. Blood gushed from the wound, and the monster stopped dragging her. He gazed down at her with glowing yellow eyes, and although he didn't look angry, she felt the anger rising and pouring out of him.
"…Okay, you little shit. You wanna fuck around, be my guest." The monster said, and he continued to drag her by the hair, not even deterred by the makeshift spear embedded within its arm. Citlali continued to struggle, her scalp feeling like it was on fire.
That's when she saw the stone table, and her struggling increased by tenfold when she saw that there was blood upon it. The blood was beginning to turn black, but it was wet and sticky, indicating that it wasn't too old.
She kicked, bit, scratched at the monster, leaving marks in its flesh. She kicked at the hard, white bone face, trying desperately to get the monster to let her go. She hollered and howled loudly. She even spit on him, the saliva splattering on the bone mask.
But she somehow knew that she was no match for this monster…
"You little FUCKER! Fucking hold still!" Yaotl roared as his meal squirmed and thrashed in his grip. He was trying to get her up and onto the table, trying to pin her by the stomach with a bone blade. He was just going to pin her to the table and let her bleed out, enjoying the way her blood tasted as it seeped out of her. He wanted to feel the life seep slowly out of this one.
If only she would fucking hold still. It was difficult to hold somebody down when they were kicking you in the face, actually causing his neck to snap back enough to break the bones. Not that it mattered; the bones would heal in a matter of seconds.
A thought suddenly occurred to him. How long had it been since he'd had a female within his grasp that wasn't covered in fucking wrinkles or wasn't too young to even know what was going on? This one was fairly young; he guessed in her early twenties. She wasn't stupid, he knew that much.
She wanted to fight? Well then, he'd give her something to try and fight.
Citlali suddenly found herself flipped belly-down onto the table, the blood cold and sticky, stinking of rot that infiltrated her nostrils. It made her want to throw up, but something was stopping her. What it was, she would never know.
The monster growled above her as it pinned her arms to the stone table, Citlali grimacing at the feel of the blood on her bare skin. With sudden alarm, the monster had climbed up and onto the table, hovering above her. She could feel the sickly-feeling warmth radiating off of his body, and her eyes stared at the blades protruding out of his forearms. They gleamed wetly in the torchlight.
"So, you want to be frisky, you little shit? You want to play around with me? You want to fucking play? Because I like games; I like them a fuck-ton more than you, you bitch." The monster growled as it removed one hand from one of her arms. Citlali could hear the bone blade scraping against the stone, sending shivers down her spine.
Her heart froze when she felt the monster grasp at the bottom of her skirt, and with a loud ripping sound, he had ripped her skirt off, tossing it to the floor of the room without a care. The air suddenly felt chilly, almost as if she had a fever that was accompanied with chills.
"Weeeeeell…Looks brand new and never used; mint condition, even. Let's fix that; I like fixing shit like this." The monster fairly purred as its hand wandered over to its own nether regions. Alarm bells rang throughout Citlali as she began to struggle once more underneath the monster.
"W-what are you doing?" She screeched as the monster gave a soft sigh of relief. Citlali didn't bother to hold the tears back that she had been suppressing the entire time as the monster leaned its horrible, ugly white head near hers. The tears felt hot as they fell from her eyes and onto her cheeks.
"Showing you what it means when you fuck around with me. I've got a hard-on like you wouldn't fucking believe…But you're going to fix that for me." The monster whispered harshly into her ear as her arm was once more pinned.
Citlali knew what was about to happen.
"No! Not that, anything but that! Please don't!" Citlali screamed, feeling like her voice was about to go raw any second as the monster shifted his position above her.
And before she could get another screaming plea out, she was impaled. The wind was literally knocked out of her as the monster rammed its member into her. She felt her bones crack, felt her organs shift to make room for the monstrous phallus.
The scream was frozen in her throat as the monster thrusted slowly at first, but then picked up tempo. She could hear him grunting obscenities in her ear as he thrusted. Pain filled every single crevice of her body as he violated, no…raped her.
And finally, the scream came out. She screamed until she felt blood gushing up and out of her throat and onto the table to mingle in with the old blood. The blood traveled over to the monster, who was still fucking her wildly, despite her screams of terror and pain.
"You like this, don't you, you fucking slut? You were born and bred to take my cock, you bitch. Aaah, God…" The monster hissed into her ear, giving a long groan of ecstasy as he gave one hard, particularly angry thrust. Citlali felt something become punctured within, a horrible burning sensation filling her being as blood poured out and onto the monsters cock. This only seemed to spur him on further, now yelling his obscenities loudly as he squeezed her arms, almost breaking the bones.
"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" The monster bellowed, drowning out the sound of Citlali's screams of horror, causing dust to rain down from the stone ceilings.
After what seemed like forever to Citlali, the monster came with one final thrust, screaming something about how he loved the feel of her suffering and pain, and how he got off on it. And when he came, it felt like liquid magma had just been poured into her, and she screamed until she was seeing stars popping into her vision, feeling like her head was about to spontaneously combust.
"Ahh, shit…Almost forgot how all that felt…It's been a while since I had a good fuck like that…The last one died before I could even fuck 'em." The monster huffed into her ear as he pulled out of her, the sensation feeling horrible and painful. It hurt when he went in, and it hurt when he pulled out. Citlali had fallen silent, save for a couple of sobs escaping from her raw and bloodied throat.
She didn't even care when the monster shoved her off of the stone table, causing her to crash loudly to the stone floor, adding more pain to her already violated body. As soon as she hit the floor, Citlali curled up into a fetal position, only reaching out to grab her discarded skirt and cling it close to her.
Up above, the monster curled up onto the stone table, apparently beginning to go to sleep. He didn't bother to finish her off by killing her. With a muddled mind, Citlali realized that he wasn't about to kill her anytime soon; if he wanted to, he could have killed her right as he hit his orgasm, but he didn't.
She was now his sex-slave. Now and until he got bored with her.
Citlali realized that there were some worse things than dying. And becoming a sex-slave to an unholy demon of Hell was one of them.
