Fuck that demon posted nothin yet but I wanted more. Auther said don't attach there name so it's a secret auther from fivver. Have more demon and myers. As some guessed I got a fucking tickle thing, get that laughter got me hoping. Hope demon or demon girlfriend post soon. Maybe some final girl tickle.
Teeth. Myers registered the feeling slowly. Bite. The gentle sting against his neck. Heat. He couldn't move. Couldn't see. The heat of the mask still there. Settled against his skin. Wrist stuck by something cold. Pulling. Pulling muscles tight. Arms above his head.
Heat. Myers could feel heat from someone. Weight. He could feel someone on his lap, feel their legs on either side of his. He struggled against his binds but a voice stopped him, soft and sultry.
"Don't" Soft, barely a whisper.
"Don't fight me. Let me appreciate this body of yours. Let me worship the blood on your hands." Voice a soft growl.
Wet. Myers could feel her tongue against his neck, slowly going across his skin, lifting his mask slightly. Heat. Heat ignited within him. Want. A want he had never experienced before. He wanted her. Wanted to own her. Dominate her. Make her scream until that soft voice only knew his name.
Touch. So soft it was barely there. Her fingers going down his chest. Cold hands finding there way to his hips. Slowly her fingers pulled down his underwear, fingers purposely grazing his skin. Want. Myers strained against the restraint as the feeling grew. The metal groaning at the pull. He was vaguely away of the bend.
Need. His want transforming into a burning need. A need he didn't realize he had. A need he didn't realize that burned so hot it hurt. Breath feeling more like fire with every huff of air. The metal groaning more as he pulled.
Panic. The emotion caressing his mind. Soft. Soft touch caressed his underarms. So soft it barely was there. Then it was. A feather. An innocent feather. The color unseen, everything about it hidden away. A feather that would be his undoing.
The feather caressed under his arm, making slow circles. Cold fingers found there way under his other arm, moving slowly. Michael Myers gritted his teeth. He slammed them down until the pressure in his jaw caused pain. He kept them slammed. Kept his breathing slow as the sensation shot through him. Only one word was whispered into his ear.
"Pity." Low and cruel.
Down. The feather found its way down. Down. Down his chest. Down. Down his thigh. Down until it was at his feet. The feather slid over his foot, slowly. Pain. Myers felt the pain of his jaw as he tightened it. Pain. He could feel the pain in his lungs needing air. Yet he persisted.
The feather slid down his foot before going back up quickly. Sliding slowly between the toes. Stop. The feather stopped as her heat disappeared. Fluff. Something fluffy ran over his foot. Something fluffy barely touched the skin. Laughter. No longer able to hold it together Myers let out a laugh. Laughter. Laughter echoed through the room.
Break. The restraints broke with a final pull. Freedom. Myers pulled his hands away quickly ripping the cloth off his eyes. Small. The creature before him was small. Small horns, a small body backing away. Red. One red eye the color of blood. A blood red corset. Black. One black eye like death. A pure black skirt. Cuffs wrapped her wrist tight. A collar guarded her small throat.
Revenge. Myers stood stepping toward the demon. Revenge. With no weapon he opened his hand. She was fast, turning to crawl. He was faster. A hand wrapped around her grabbing the leash pulling her up. The chains of the leash pulled tight as she was lifted from the ground, eyes wide. Hunger. Myers looked her over. Hunger. The hunger within growing.
Down. Myers tossed her small body onto the bed. Different. He stopped as the room wasn't one he knew. Heat. The difference gone in moments as heat pulled him back to her. Teeth barred as she held out a small knife. Hunger. Hunger. Hunger.
Myer grabbed her wrist holding the knife. Heat. The knife was ripped away dropping to the floor. Blood. Her other hand shot out. Claws ripped through the mask. Blood. Blood dripped from the wound. Hunger. Heat. Pain. Want.
Myers took the cuffs clasping them on the bars that once trapped his wrist. Anger. Her small mouth barred teeth sharp as knifes. Hunger. Myers ripped the corset off. Heat. Myers ripped off the skirt. Fingers harsh against her thighs as he forced her legs open. Bruises forming on her skin as he did. Squirm. The demon squirmed kicking and growling. Heat. Lust. Anger.
Myers lifted the discarded toy from the floor. Leather. The metal wrapped in leather, the end fluffy, the other a small riding crop. Hunger. Slapping the crop across her thigh Myers felt hunger engulf him. The skin red, her breathing picking up. Hunger. Myers turned the crop in his hand. Heat. Myers brushed his fingers across the soft fur. Revenge. Naked knees met the floor. Fur brushing her feet. Voice soft. Her whimper echoing. Heat. Myers dropped the toy sliding his finger across her foot. Laughter. The longer his fingers played against her skin the more laughter flew. Soft laughter filling the room. Small body pulling. Tugging. Heat. Lust. Need.
Lust. Myers hand touched the floor feeling it. Want. A small feather lay alone. Revenge. Lifting the feather Myers graved it across both feet. Laughter. Her laughter filled the room more. Small feet pulling. Strength. Myers hand held her feet down as she pulled. Lust. The feather swept across her feet. Across her toes. Want. Her small body shook, tears fell, laughter growing. Lust.
Want. Myers stood. Feather falling. Need. Black eyes taking in the room. Want. Chains lay across a table, paddles and whips hung on the walls. Need. Rope lay neatly on the bedside table. Want. Myers took the rope tying her ankles up. Need. Pulling them so her legs pulled toward her wrist. Want. Small body lay exposed. Her eyes wide, teeth barred. Voice soft.
"Die." Voice full of lust.
Heat. Myers pressed his hand to her throat. Lust. Pulling the collar tight. Mask close to her face. Heat. Her snarl turned to gasp. Heat. Myers slammed himself into her. Her gasp growing with every thrust. Lust. Myers pulled the collar harder as he pounded into her. Whimpers and moans. Gasps and grunts. The small demon moaned. Body shaking. Myers grunted. Hips slamming.
Cold. Myers body lay cold surrounded by white walls. Cold. Plain white clothing. Cold. Myers lay alone in a room mind and body knew. Cold. The small warm body that once lay beneath him gone. Scratches. All that reminded Myers of the night. Scratches. The scab on his face growing into a scar. Cold. Nights were cold.
Heat. Myers could feel heat. Want. Hunger. Lust. Small. Small fingers traced his skin.