No Way Out (Demon Strade/MC fanfic)
Warnings: Minor Vomit, Non-Con, Mind-Break, size difference, painful sex, minor pred-prey
Contains: Demon Strade, Gender Neutral MC (implied AFAB though)
Your feet hit the pavement as you ran down the street. It was dark, and even though the street lamps were on, their light didn’t reach anything. It was just dark shadow on dark shadows. As you turned a corner you found yourself…
Back on the same street. You fought down a scream of frustration. If you made a noise he’d hear you. He’d know he was close.
The street was familiar to you, it was the same one he had picked you up from just a few days ago. Strade, all smiles even as he used a knife to carve you open. But you had gotten loose, hidden a knife under you, and when the moment was right…
You had missed, and he’d made you pay. Taking the knife out of his neck, plunging it into your eye socket, scrambling your brains as he got his revenge.
But you knew you had to have at least nicked an artery, and he was so preoccupied with making sure you paid for the wound that he wouldn’t last long after you were gone. At least no one else would suffer like you had, he wouldn’t hurt anyone else ever again, you thought.
And as the world spun out from under you, your cheek hit pavement, and you’d woken up here. Getting up, catching your breath, wondering where you were.
Turning around and coming face to face with him again. At first you had stood in shock, barely recognizing the face that stared down at you.
He was so much taller, a gaping hole in his chest filled with green flames, horns curling out from his forehead.
“As you requested.” A voice that felt like hot tar being poured over you. “I pulled their soul from the nether, as a reward for your good work. Have fun.”
You whipped around, looking for the source of it, swearing you saw some glowing yellow eyes that disappeared as soon as you met them.
Then a clawed hand reached forward. For you. Eyes glowing, smile widening. You stumbled back, a yell catching in your throat before you spun on your heel and ran.
You knew in the back of your mind this is what he wanted. He wanted you to run, let him have a chase, let him smell your sweat and fear of him.
That brought you to now. You had no idea how long you had been running, clutching at your lungs as you dove behind a dumpster. You’d died. You had for sure died.
And this was hell, or whatever horrible afterlife. You had no idea how long your soul had been adrift, until it was planted down here to be some kind of trophy hunt for that monster of a man. The monster that was now a demon.
You lurched forward, intent on continuing to run, knowing it was hopeless.
“Got you~” A hand curled around your midriff. It was way to fucking big, and you began to push at it until he squeezed, painfully hard. He held you like one would hold a large doll, carefully maneuvering you to face him, using a finger on his spare hand to stroke your neck, claw getting dangerously close to the matching spot you’d stabbed him-
“I could have chosen anyone.” He said. You whimpered at the deadly appendage so close to your neck, but managed to give him a confused look. “My fox.” he began to explain, voice low and crackling with embers.
“A victim I managed to remember fondly… But I wanted you. The one who took me out.” You shook as he brought you close to his face, mouth opening, showing off rows of fangs.
You were faintly aware of your clothes being torn off, shredded and cast aside as his huge tongue lolled out of his mouth, sliding up the side of your cheek, wetting your hair.
“We could have had so much more fun together… I think we’ll have that now.” a grumble. You were airborne for a short second, now naked as he tossed you to his other hand, stomach hitting his palm. You scrambled to try and crawl forward, beginning to sob in fear.
Something huge, heavy hit your back, as he kept a firm hold of you. You didn’t want to look back, feeling it slide against your bare skin, a thick liquid coating the tip of it as Strade let out a groan of pleasure-
It hit you like a bolt of lightning. That was his fucking cock, thicker than your arm, longer than anything you’d ever had inside of you. Feeling him peel your legs apart like you were a limp toy, not a kicking screaming human.
“No- No, it won’t… That won’t-” You couldn’t get your words out , you were so out of breath, stuttering horribly, adrenaline shaking your voice.
If he made any notice of hearing you he didn’t say a thing. Perhaps being a demon had finally quieted him down. But you couldn’t take comfort in a lack of conversation right now, not when that hot giant dick was pressing at your entrance, slowly, painfully.
“Please, I’ll do anything, ANYTHING.” you began to beg, your voice rising to a shriek as he managed to push himself in. The pain of being torn was unlike anything you’d experienced.
“If you’ll do anything you’ll be a good hole for me…” that rumbling voice returned, full of mockery. You couldn’t bring yourself to form words anymore as he continued to invade you. You could feel blood, hot, sticky, pouring down your inner thighs. There was no way, you’d have to black out any second now, you were going to die, again.
Your breathing was ugly, ragged, pants that sounded more like tortured moans, hands gripping at him, still trying to pull yourself away even now.
Then the unique sick feeling of your ass bumping into his pubic bone. It was all inside. You could feel it, everywhere. Tears were streaming down your face, snot and drool mixing at your chin and dripping to the ground. Bile rose in your throat and you vomited, the sour acid burning your tongue and lips.
You were a mess, held there, completely taken by a demon. Taken by this man you hated more than anyone, hated him enough to kill him.
So why was your body reacting this way? Instead of violently trying to push out the intrusion, the only thing screaming for it to stop was your own thoughts.
“You’re sucking me in so nicely, Schatz…” No. No you weren’t. You couldn’t be.
Then he began to pull himself out. It should have brought relief, the sweat trickling down your back should be cooling you off, your body rejoicing in a much needed removal of this intrusion.
Instead every nerve was screaming for him to put it back in, the sweat on your skin felt like it was boiling you alive, and a glance down revealed to your horror that there was no blood.
You were slick and dripping with your own juices. Just as you were about to yell out in horror, scream for the nightmare to end though, he thrust back in, rendering you speechless as he began to fuck you properly.
You could feel each spurt of his precum, blindingly hot, slick up your passage as he began to give out animalistic grunts over you.
You didn’t just know you were going to die now. You wanted to die. You’d rather die than know he was making you feel this way. Your screams were ones of horror, but that was only because you were forcing them to be. You wanted to stay silent, but it was so intense your body had to make noises.
So you could only scream for him to stop even though you clenched around him tightly, you could only pound against him with your hands even though they were growing weaker with your impending orgasm, you didn’t want this. You didn’t want to want this.
Death should have been an escape from him, Death should have been a punishment for him.
What had he done to deserve this type of heaven? What had you ever done to deserve this hell?
Your mind could only go blank as your scream warbled as you came, feeling his cock twitch and pump you full of his cum. It was no good. There was nothing left.
Nothing left but him, as he began to laugh. A laugh that shattered the vision of a familiar street around you, leaving nothing but a dark void. And him.
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