1. Asmodeus - Demon of Lust: Part 8


    Date: 10/5/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Body modification, Horror, Male/Female, Monster, Pregnant, Romance, Written by women, Author: steelkat29, Rating: 92.3, Source: sexstories.com

    return.” Underneath this golden thread, a bronze thread writhes violently and wraps itself around Layla’s sweet dream, infecting it with fear. In this nightmare, Mark turns into a monster who hunts a woman with an innocence about her which says that she is only just old enough to be considered a woman. With ebony hair and chocolate eyes, she looks a lot like me. The creature Mark catches her, holding her tight in his arms and for a moment it seems that she forgets what he is. Then he presses his lips to her throat as if to kiss her and I hear a lush tearing, followed by Layla’s gurgled scream. Her blood flows thick and fast, spilling past the corners of Mark’s dark lips. Layla meanwhile, loses the vibrancy in her warm brown skin until it turns ashen and her eyelids flutter shut. I watch in horror, wanting to comfort this stranger so like me, seduced by an otherworldly creature. Lucky for her though, this nightmare is just that and will be banished the moment she wakes up. The nightmare changes as another bronze thread consumes the previous one and plays out a new heartbreaking scene. Layla, now hard and pale with none of her innocence still intact, looks over a graveyard under the shade of an old marble catacomb entrance. Below her, a large family buries their loved one. “The coffin is empty,” Asmodeus says, “Layla is witnessing her own funeral.” “What a strange dream,” I whisper, too fascinated to look away. “Who’s that?” I ask, pointing at a devastated young woman, whose ...
    grief is so great that she sinks to her knees before Layla’s empty coffin and dissolves into a flood of tears. “Her twin sister,” he replies, “Her name is Sandra.” “Layla and Sandra?” I ask, confused. The names strike a chord with me, but I can’t find the elusive revelation they will surely bring. I’m pretty sure I don’t know any Laylas and the only Sandra I know is my grandmoth- “Holy shit!” I exclaim, as realisation dawns on me. “You may know the surviving sister as Sandra Ma, who lost her twin Layla when they were eighteen. Layla and Sandra were their simple names, they were born Laghima and-” “Singaramal,” I gasp, astounded by the possibility that I am visiting the strange dreams of my long dead great aunt. “Wait,” I whisper, heart pounding, “How are we even seeing her dreams? She’s dead.” “She is very much alive Selena.” “What?! No way! This is incredible!” I shout, eyes darting through the threads of my supposedly long lost relative, “What happened to her?! How’d she disappear and why hasn’t she returned if she’s still alive? She’s what, seventy-two now?” “Indeed she is, Selena. But she cannot return to her family.” “Why not?” “She is an immortal, my love. The body you see in her dream is the one she still possesses.” “Wait, what?” I ask, struggling to process revelation after stunning revelation. "Arkamun, born three millennia before your grandmother, began using the name Markus after the rise of Christianity. He posed as a farm hand when your grandmother was a teenager ...
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