Author Note: This chapter contains adult situations, language, reluctance, and rough sex. You've been warned

Sara's eyes were wide, and she felt fear overcome her as she stared at this man in front of her. This was not her loving, sweet, quiet boyfriend. Her hands began to shake.

"What the hell, Fergal?" she asked, trying to stop her voice from cracking

He stepped closer to her and grinned. This grin was evil and sinister, not beautiful like usual.

"I told you, silly girl, Fergal isn't here." He closed the space between them, trapping her between himself and her bed "You think it's just a gimmick? It isn't. It's very real."

She tried to back up but the king sized mattress blocked her from going anywhere. She tried to go around him, putting her hands up to keep him back. He grabbed her wrist and held her to him.

"Where are you going?" He towered over her, glaring down into his scared prey's eyes "Didn't you want to have some fun?"

"I don't know what's happening, but you need to knock it off." She tried pulling her wrist out of his hand, but he held on tightly.

Balor spun her around, so her back was to him. Wrapping his arms around her body, holding her still, he rested his chin on top of her head, ignoring her struggling to get free.

"Sara...you have no idea what you've gotten yourself into. Honestly, I'm surprised you're so afraid. I thought you'd be much more understanding, considering who you are. Fergal will be upset by this. Tsk tsk."

She turned her neck so that she could look up at him. His cold, soulless black eyes made her shiver, to which he just chuckled darkly.

"What do you mean, understand? Who am I? You've completely changed into a completely different person."

"Oh darling...Fergal is a person. I, Balor, am not, but we will discuss this later. I'm growing impatient."

He bent her over forcefully so that she was halfway on the bed. Her arms were pinned under her body, the weight of his strong hand in between her shoulder blades holding her down. With his free hand, he pushed her dress up over her hips.

"Ferg.." She began but was interrupted by his harsh voice

"BALOR" he reminded her

"Balor" she spat out

"Don't…" she stopped as he yanked her little lacy, red, bikini panties off of her.

Balor pressed himself against her, wrapping his hand around her long hair. He bent over and whispered into her ear.

"Do you trust me?"

Sara didn't answer for a moment, and he patiently gave her time. Two voices inside her head, one logical and one clearly irrational, were arguing. This entire situation made her afraid of this changed man she thought she knew, but something inside of her was saying trust him. Ever since Fergal left, and this "Balor" appeared, the voice had been pushing through. Now it was completely overpowering her mind.

"Darling…" he warned that he was patience was little and he wanted an answer

"Yes...I trust you." she couldn't believe she had said those words.

Balor didn't answer, instead he just shoved the pair of panties he still held tightly in his hand into her mouth. He continued to hold her down, even though she had given her consent. He enjoyed being in control, that's what this whole thing was about. Power. Control. Dominance. He pushed his pants off of him and began to stroke himself. Sara waited, wondering if it was a smart idea to have given him her trust. Who knows what he could do to her? She closed her eyes as she felt him at her entrance. He pushed forward, entering her.

"You're wet." he noted with a smirk as he pushed himself into her

Before she could respond, Balor pulled back until he was almost out of her and thrust back in hard. She cried out and bit down on the fabric stuffed into her mouth. As he repeatedly thrust into her, he grabbed her upper arms and pulled them out from under her, wrapping them behind her back and grasping them at the wrist with one hand. His free hand gripped her long hair tightly, pulling her so that she was bent backward, making him fill her completely. She moaned at the slight pain of her hair being tugged, but she could feel the passion start to take over her body.

"Good girl, fuckin' take it." he growled before biting her neck, hard enough to bruise but not draw blood.

She yelped at the sensation but her wetness grew as he continued to pound into her.

"I'm sorry this wasn't a romantic first love making, darling, but I don't do romance." he released her hair and gripped her hip, his fingers digging into her skin, leaving marks

Sara felt her head spinning. She could feel an orgasm coming, the feeling of fear and arousal battling for control. She wriggled her fingers loose from her fists so that she could wrap them around the arm that held her wrist tightly, her nails digging deep into his skin as he pounded into her, hitting that sweet spot perfectly on target.

"Ah, yes. Good girl. I knew you would love this, but you haven't seen anything yet."

Before she knew it, his hands went to her hips and he flipped her around, throwing her up onto the bed.

"Head on the pillow" he demanded and she shifted into the desired position

She watched as Balor climbed over her, staring down at her darkly. He grinned before completely ripping her sundress off her, discarding it to the floor in shreds, and pulling her legs apart. He entered her again, rougher than the first time and she gasped, the panties still in her mouth. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head before he began his rough rhythm. He moved his hips until the look of erotic passion filled her face, and he knew he had rediscovered her g-spot. He pounded her, holding her down under him, loving the sounds she was making through her gag. He bit at her neck and breasts, one hand tearing at the bra that matched her panties. Sara's eyes rolled back into her head, and she gripped at what little of her bedding as she could. Her orgasm was approaching fast and she twisted underneath him in need.

"Do you want to cum, little one?" He said as he bit her collar bone

"Mhmm" her voice muffled

He lifted his head from her neck so he could look down at her. He removed the underwear from her mouth and wrapped his hand around her throat, no too tightly, but enough to show his power over her.

"Beg me." he growled "Beg me, and say my fuckin' name."

"Please, please let me cum!" she lifted her hips and pleaded with him "Fergal, please I want to cum!"

He stopped thrusting into her and his grip around her throat tightened to the point she couldn't breathe.

"My name is BALOR" he yelled down at her. "Say it"

He released his grip and she coughed

"Balor! Please, oh god please fuck me" she begged

"Good girl, keep going" he began moving again, slowly.

"Please, Balor! Harder!" she cried, tears forming in her eyes from the frustration of being so close to orgasm

"What was that?" he grunted

"HARDER!" she yelled

He groaned as he gave it his all, the headboard of the bed banging so hard against the wall she thought it was going to make a hole. She soon forgot about the impending damage as Balor reached down between their sweating bodies to stroke her clit. She screamed as her orgasm hit her in waves. Her body was shaking, her eyes rolled back into her head. A slew of "fucks" and "oh god"'s streamed from her mouth as she came. He watched her with lust, feeling his own release building.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck. Balor, please.."

"Oh yes baby, there you go. Good girl" he growled into her ear, licking and biting her flesh

"I..I can't. Stop, please, it's too much! Oh my god" her legs were trembling and she felt as if her entire waist was on fire

"I"ll stop when I want" he growled, releasing her wrists and wrapping her body into his arms, his fingers and nails digging into her shoulders and back. Her hands flew to his back, her nails dragging down his muscled skin. Lust filled, animal like sounds filled the air as he reveled in the pain from her scratching.

"Harder" he ordered

She clawed at him, not caring if it hurt or not. She knew she was leaving marks, she could feel little drops of blood on her fingertips. Suddenly, he felt his release explode through him, his entire body tensing as he came inside of her.

"Oh fuck…" she gasped out, wrapping her hand in his dark hair, moaning

He collapsed on top of her, completely spent and exhausted. They both laid there, panting and sweating. Her fingers tangled in his hair as she tried to catch her breath. He held her tightly, yet not in a loving embrace, as her small body shook under him.

"You ok?" he muttered

"Yeah..I think so"

"Never fucked a demon before?" he laughed, this time not as dark as before

"Can't say that I have."

She was still trying to wrap her mind around that, in fact. She still had lots of questions about this entire thing, and she laid underneath him, stroking his hair and thinking.

"Did I drink too much at the bar?" she wondered "No, I only had a beer. Did he drug me? No, that's impossible, I was right there the entire time."

She drifted off to sleep under him, her mind finally calming into a peaceful slumber, Whatever he was, whatever had happened, she strangely felt at ease with it. Balor stared down at her sleeping form.

"I will see you soon, my darling Carman" the Demon King smiled as he kissed her forehead

End note: What is happening to Devitt? Is he possessed, or just crazy? And who is Carman? Stay with me here, I promise to explain.