Hell's Belle - Eve Newton Page 0,21
slimy hands on my arms and legs as some of them drop to their knees. My nightgown is torn from my body so that I stand there naked and…vulnerable. I won’t scream. Giving them fear will only make them stronger.
A tickle at my pussy makes me look down and I nearly retch as a Serpent Demon has reared up and his forked tongue is flicking out at me, tasting the natural dampness between my legs. There is definitely no arousal there.
“Open her legs,” the Serpent Demon hisses loudly.
My legs are forced apart by the tentacles wrapped around my ankles. I stumble, but there are disgusting, fetid and bloody hands there to hold me up.
The smell is overpowering. My stomach churns.
“Get on with it then,” I growl at them, wishing this to be over as quickly as possible. Although the amount of Demons lined up to take their turn with me is growing by the second. I won’t say ‘no’. I won’t give them that power over me. Hell will freeze over before I give up my last shred of control over this fucked-up situation.
Several long, gnarled fingers grab my pussy roughly and squeeze tightly.
“Make her wet,” the Serpent Demon instructs, waving his tail up in the air as his head ducks back down. He guides it towards my hole. I grit my teeth and close my eyes.
“Ahna!”
I hear Drsecal’s voice coming from a distance away. “Dres?” I cry out, opening my eyes as the snake tail thrusts up inside me painfully hard, making me grunt.
“Anna! Anna!”
“Dres! Where are you? Dres!” I shriek as the gnarled fingers join the snake tail and my head is yanked back by a fistful of my hair, the force of it knocking me off my feet so that the tentacles can hold me horizontal a few feet off the ground.
“Anna,” Drescal shouts.
I suck in a huge, noisy breath and my eyes fly open.
I see my ceiling and I sit up, nearly headbutting Drescal in the face as he scoots back quickly.
I’m in my bed.
I’m dressed in my sexy nightgown.
I’m panting and shaking as I leap off the bed and race over to the window. I look down and see the circle of Demons looking around to see where I’ve gone. I see the Serpent Demon that had his tail up my cunt a few seconds ago, shift angrily back into his human form and he storms off, shoving the weaker Demons out of the way. The behemoth stomps off, looking for some other prey that takes his fancy. The Demon with the gnarled fingers looks up at me and I gulp. He is a Gargoyle. We hold eye contact for a brief moment before he too disperses into the crowd.
I spin back to Drescal, trying to figure this the fuck out.
“I was here the whole time?” I ask him.
He nods slowly. “Did you have a bad dream?” he asks carefully.
“I don’t have nightmares,” I spit out.
“You looked like you were having a bad dream,” he insists, but avoids the word nightmare for some reason that I can’t fathom.
“I was down there,” I point out the window. “Powerless and vulnerable and…” I stop speaking. I can’t trust him with that information. “No, you’re right. It was just a bad dream,” I add with a bright smile. “I’m okay. What are you doing here?”
I’m trembling inside, but he seems to buy what I’m selling and stands up to come closer to me, brushing my hair out of my face. “I was drawn here. I felt your fear,” he whispers to me, searching my eyes. “I didn’t know you got scared, Anna.”
“I don’t,” I grit out, but he isn’t teasing me. He is serious and concerned.
I lower my eyes, wishing suddenly that Elijah was here. I want his strong arms around me, his huge solid body protecting me. I don’t know what the fuck just happened, but I was definitely down there with all of those Demons being raped by a snake and Gargoyle, and who the fuck knows what else would have penetrated me had Drescal not “woken” me up.
Astral Projection, maybe? I split my body in half but the half that moved had no powers. What does that mean? Did the Night Mare do it to me?
Drescal leans in and brushes his lips over mine. I push him away as I really just can’t even think about sex right now. I need to go and douche so that any trace of snake and stone is gone