Perdition Ch. 01

A bit of preface:

I think all of this is really hot, but only because it's fiction. The main character has probably never heard of consent. He abuses a position of power to manipulate women and abuse them sexually. If I catch any of you doing this in real life, I will be very cross. Yes, that means you. I'm addressing you specifically. You know who you are.

This story will have a decent amount of world-building and character development, 'cause I like that, and also I'm a guy who likes to play with the aesthetics of language, which in this case means my prose will be purple as fuck. But don't worry, this is definitely pornography. The focus will be on the sexy stuff. I'm not sure how long the average chapter is going to be, or how fast I'll be publishing them, but if you write sweet things to me, maybe I'll be motivated to work harder.

Did I mention that all characters engaging in sexual acts are at least 18 years of age? Yeah, I think I did.

Chapter 1

No corner of the world will be untouched by the light,

And none shall remain unclean

-Visions 2:47-48

Her name was Despair, and she came to me in the dead of night. They had been chasing her through the woods for days, with bloodhounds, flares, and rifles, and when she arrived at my door, she must have been at the point of desperation. This house was the worst possible place for her to be, and maybe that was the reason she chose it; it was also the last place they would think to look.

It was very late, and I was sleeping, but noises from the chapel woke me, and I stumbled from my bed, mind still foggy with sleep. There was clattering, a large bang.

Yet before I regained my senses, the noises had stopped, and the church was once again silent.

Meaning to know the cause of this ruckus, I moved as silently as I could through the small pinewood door that led from my chamber to the main chapel. Everything was quiet now, and the room was completely dark. In my haste, I had forgotten to bring a candle or any type of illumination.

I stood there for several moments, just inside the door, now realising my precarious position alone in this dark room where possibly some intruder was also hiding. With the sound of blood rushing in my ears, I was unable to decide on a course of action...

And then all at once, she was revealed to me.

There was some movement in the heavens above, and up there, a moon appeared amidst the clouds, shining its pale light through the stained glass windows and down to touch her naked body. It was the body of a beautiful teen-aged girl, her skin unnaturally smooth and entirely free from hair, only apart from the shortish, unkempt bob-do that covered her head while leaving the neck bare. She was crouching between the second and third pew, with her back to me and staring nervously towards the double doors that were the chapel's main entrance. She seemed entirely unaware of my presence.

My heart was still beating very fast, and the blood rushing in my ears was so loud that I was sure it should have been audible to her. But the reason for my excitation was quite different from what it had been just a few seconds ago. I felt little fear; some other emotion, equally primal, had taken me over.

This was a body made only to ignite the shameful cravings of all men. The girl's tender flesh and soft curves existed only for a man to put his hands upon and defile in the worst ways. Her slightly chubby stomach was delicious, and her buttocks were wonderfully round and seemed very soft and pliable, leading into smooth legs with only slightly defined, supple thighs and calves. She was a vision, multi-coloured in the soft light from the stained-glass windows, and I knew that the pull she had on me was entirely sinful.

I began to move towards her, stepping into the coloured light. She noticed me as I entered the center aisle between the pews, and her frightened eyes, glowing slightly in the dark, swung towards me. "Oh! Master! No, please don't hurt me!"

"Am I your Master, then?" Her exclamation was puzzling to me. "Are you not a mere trespasser in this domain of Light?"

She only whimpered.

By now, I had noticed the horns. They were small, though very sharp, protruding from above the ears, completely straight with not the slightest bend to them. This indicated that she was a very young demoness, though of course much older than her nubile form would suggest.

"Please! In here, you are the Master. In the domain of this church, that was all I meant!" As I took another step towards her, she recoiled in fear. It really did seem that I had her at a disadvantage.

Emboldened by this, I took another two steps toward her, and this caused her to recoil so far that her back came up against the wall. With the moon now behind me, I gained a clearer view of her, and felt the pull of sin between us even stronger than before. Her face, even in the throes of panic, seemed completely angelic, with her dimples and slender nose, and smattering of light brown freckles (freckles which, it was somehow clear to me even in the failing light, did in fact adorn her entire body though her skin was no less smooth for it) and she had a slight, almost frail little chin which gave her face the shape of a heart. Her full lips were slightly parted, and in between them I could see the tip of her moist tongue.

"How have you even come to be in this place?" I insisted. "You should not be able to enter."

"Oh, yes, Master. I entered through the door."

"Don't call me that! Wait... You what?"

"I came in through the front door."

"That door was barred from the inside!" I looked over. "It still is, actually!"

"Yes, well," she seemed almost embarrassed, "Iama demoness, as you can see. I have some small feats of magic..."

"So you admit what you are!? Freely and without shame!"

"Well, yes. I was made this way. You are a learned man and can clearly see... well, my horns. Denial would serve no purpose." Her voice, though it was never loud, seemed only to grow softer as she spoke.

Her gaze then flicked downward, for just a moment. Then once more. Something hopeful crept into her eyes now, some smile.

"Never mind that... How is it... That is to say..." I grew distracted as her eyes continued, intermittently, to fall on my... "Someone such as yourself... The force of the Light should repel you, door or no..."

I had moved even closer, and was standing there in my nightshirt, within arm's reach of her naked and vulnerable form, and I realised, as shealreadyhad, that I was fully engorged. The bottom of my shirt was being lifted up, sail-like, in a way that was, I must admit, rather comedic and not at all fitting for a man of the cloth.

"What is this... You are a filthy whore!" I exclaimed, making her flinch most deliciously. She was clearly aroused, maybe even more so than I. Her nipples were hard and protruding towards me (from heavy breasts that sat proudly, high upon her chest in the way of a young girl, with only a slight touch of gravity's pull upon them) and from down below, the musky scent of her sex was already beginning to rise towards my nose.

It was clear that I would have to defend myself from this monstrosity, this harlot, lest I lose myself to her temptations. Instinctively, I lashed out, my fist striking her beautiful face, pushing the back of her head into the wall with a crunching sound that immediately terrified me. I was a very strong man, it is not immodest of me to say so, and in striking her, I hadn't held back at all.

She crumpled to the floor, bleeding from her nose and from the back of her head, and for a horrible second, I thought that I had killed her.

I practically threw myself down next to her, cradling her head and babbling something incoherently. I came very close to begging for her forgiveness, something I knew you should never do to a demoness since it would only grant her power over you, but I believe I managed to restrain myself. While I spoke, she was attempting to look me in the eyes, but her eyelids and pupils seemed to be flickering and she was unable to focus her gaze.

I did feel a knot of guilt and fear in my abdomen, but oddly, after a very short time, those emotions began to fade. I realised that, though concussed, she was smiling to me most sweetly, even as she had to close her eyes from the pain. It was the most comforting thing in the world, that sweet smile, and it made me feel immensely grateful towards her. I had come so close to losing something precious, some core of my being that she could have taken from me if she had wanted to. In my guilt I would have given it freely.

It seemed to me that she had lured me into a trap, when she had enticed me to violence. I had shamed myself in the Light - it happened just as described in The Book of Sinners. a demoness will always find a way to bring out the worst in a man; to make him vulnerable and tractable; and, in the final situation, to break him down fully and make of him something vile. Yet even though she had managed to snare me, she had not taken advantage of my vulnerability.

My hands were still touching her; I must have pulled her closer, because her head was now in my lap. I was caressing her face; she was the softest thing. She was breathing slowly, calmly, and somehow wasn't bleeding anymore.

In the distance, I could hear the sound of hunting dogs. There were many. Now, it was not unusual to hear the bellow of hounds around here; these were the baron's woods, after all. But this was the middle of the night. And as they got closer, it became clear that these were no ordinary hounds. Their barks were much too angry, somehow. They sounded immensely dangerous.

I sat there for a long time, back against the wall, listening to them, coming closer and closer still. Then for a long time the sounds being all around us, some of the dogs maybe sniffing around just outside the church doors, and then, finally, they were moving away, their howls and angry snarls getting softer, yet softer, until the skies began to lighten and a dawn chorus rose outside to drown the sounds of a fading nightmare.

All the while, I was still caressing her face, the skin of her neck and chest, her charming little pixie hairdo. Every part of her was wonderfully soft, so that touching her gave the sense of almost falling into her, and I knew that I wanted to touch her forever. As the chorus rose outside, I took her in my arms and carried her, first to my own modest chamber, then through the trapdoor hidden under the woven rug in front of my bed, and there in my private basement, with its stamped clay floor, I found a few pairs of manacles that had been kept down here for a while, the type with some length of chain attached, which left the victim a little freedom of movement (I did want her to feel comfortable - as is clear by now, my feelings toward her were quite tender) and so I chained my sleeping beauty to the stone wall, I chained my vile demoness, my teen-aged harlot, and before I left her, I gave her a chaste kiss on the lips, long and tender, pleased to hear her moaning in her sleep.