Best left buried pt 2 (OC)

 It had to have been months now since you had gone into that house and now you were driving down the road to recovery although it hasn’t been easy, especially given that you had been raped by a demonic hell beast who had molded the vessel of a young woman into a feral and borderline sickening looking mess. You didn’t sleep for days when you got home from the house, instead just sitting in your bed and trying to forget what had happened to you only moments prior, trying to wash away the feeling of filth and dirt from your body which didn’t work in the slightest, barely eating since any mentioned of food would bring back memories of just how thin your attacker looked, much to your annoyance. Eventually you did fall asleep when you collapsed onto your bed due to a mixture of stress, tiredness and lack of any stable diet, with you hoping that your dreams would be pleasant or at least for the sleep to be at the very least restful.

Of course, your dreams weren’t any refuge from the nightmare that was your life with you waking up in that house every single night and every night you’d hear as her skinny hands and legs wandered over the broken wooden flooring. You were never able to escape her in your nightmares, the house becoming either so big that you were unable to escape or she was simply too fast, being able to outrun you but that wasn’t the most horrifying thing for you since the dream seemed to make one key addition to the skinny woman. That addition was that she was now pregnant, the woman seemingly growing more and more pregnant in every dream, the place stomach bloating her starving form to a strange extent as she would hunt you down and rape you again.

However, I think the months that had passed you had managed to improve yourself as well as decrease your fear over the entire thing by going to therapy telling them a half truth, that you had been raped by a woman and had trauma from it. Of course, you left out the part of being an immortal demon woman since that would get you thrown in an institution but the therapy would seem to help with it all with it almost feeling like you had a huge weight taken off your chest despite what you had seen and all. Now you were laying down in your bed, trying to get asleep once and hoping you didn’t have another nightmare especially given that your subconscious seemed to love generating it, your eyes feeling heavy as you ground your head into the pillow somewhat.

You could hear things outside of your window, the sounds of rattling and rain hitting against the glass, all things that you flinched at out of fear that she would escape the mansion and come for you but you eventually confronted that as a delusion. With that you would shut your tired and weighed eyes as you felt yourself starting to drift off to sleep with you feeling as your body would become weightless as your floorboards creaked slightly with you not opening your eyes to see why they were creaking. Eventually you fell asleep once again, the last thing that you heard was the sound of your covers ruffling and the feeling of something moving around although you couldn’t tell what it was, not that it mattered as you fell unconscious only a moment later.

By the time you came back to being conscious you’d feel as a strange cold move over your now uncovered body with you trying to go and pull the covers back on you before you realized that you couldn’t move your arms at all. Your eyes would then snap open, your eyes glancing around you as you realized that you seemed to be chained to the bed, the chains and cuffs seemingly being ancient before you realized that you were back in the mansion again, your heart racing as you realized that you didn’t recognise this room. It seems to be the room of a typical Young woman but everything seemed to be more horrifying, the walls seemingly painted with someone’s blood as well as a variety of seemingly homemade stuffed animals covering a shelf  on the side of the room, the animals seeming crudely made out of fur pelts and animal parts. 

That was when you heard the sounds of footsteps heading towards the door, the steps being quick and light although you noticed that there seemed to be more than one pair of them echoing through the hall in the process. They would stop as they would reach the door, the people who were at the end seemingly scratching and pushing against the door for a brief moment before reaching for the doorknob, twisting it to the side before the door would suddenly come flying open. Then she would enter through it, flailing limbs and a bony body flying through the air and grabbing against the end off the bedframe, her fingers digging into it as she would pull herself up to reveal herself to you, the woman of your nightmares coming back to haunt you once again.

You would look over her body to see that not much had changed about her, the woman still being as thin as ever with her exposed ribs and her stuck out spine, her eyes still bulging out of her head and her hair being as greasy and dirty as ever although you would notice that there were a few things about her which seemed to have changed. For one her still small and skinny tits were somewhat bloated, the nipples standing hard and at attention whilst her sides seemed like they had been stretched somewhat, the woman groaning and drooling out of her lipless mouth as her tail would move from side to side before you saw a pair of head peak out from doorway, illuminated by the moonlight. As they would come towards you, you’d realize what you were looking at, your blood running cold as they would come clambering towards the bed, their hands grabbing ahold of the wood before they pulled themselves up with you getting a look at your children for the first time in your life.

They both seemed to be twins, both of them being female just like their mother and both of them taking a lot of their looks from their mother, your eyes looking up to their faces to see that it seemed like their lips were chewed off, blood staining their hungry teeth, their eyes seemingly less bulging from their sockets then their mothers were.  Your eyes would slowly trace down the 

greasy mops hair that they had, one of them having shorter hair and one of them having longer hair although both of them had your hair color, your eyes eventually reaching their starved torsos, their tits seeming perkier than their mothers whilst they were both seemingly skinnier than their mother with you probably being able to trace their entire rib-cage with your finger if you wanted too. Their arms had two joints, one higher up on the arm where an elbow should be whilst the other was further down the arm, making the arms look much longer than they actually were, the shorter haired daughter panting away as their mother would chuckle at you before speaking.

“Impressi, mortale? Videte quid fecerit semen tuum!” She shouted out into the air as she would raise her hands up, her children chattering to themselves in the process, the woman placing her hands down onto the mattress as she spoke again. “Ti sleef os doog, ot evah a ylimaf niaga…, I tnaw erom!” She would decry in a tongue that you couldn’t even decipher as she would start crawling across the bed to you again with you hearing the mattress would creek underneath her bed so slight weight. You’d look down at her pussy to see that it was dripping down her bony legs, her sharp tipped hands pushing down onto the fabric as she would move her head down next to your ear, gasping out into the air somewhat as she struggled to keep her tongue wedged inside of her mouth before she spoke.

You would then feel as her tongue would fall out of her mouth, the wet organ sliding across the mattress before moving over to your ear, the woman groaning as she would lap and lick away at it eagerly and messily. You then would feel as her tongue would move over from your ear to your cheeks before moving over to your lips, licking away at them before she would proceed to push her tongue inside, locking into a kiss as she would do so, her fingers clutching ahold of the mattress as she would push deeper and deeper. As her tongue worked its way to the back of your throat, her hips would find themselves above your own, her hands also adjusting to the point that they were grabbed ahold of your shoulders and neck, her limbs angled in all sorts of inhuman ways.

She would eventually pull away from your face, allowing you to both breathe fresh air that wasn’t filled with her hot, demonic breath and allowing you to have a greater look at what was going on around you. With that you saw your two children, perched on top of a table with their skinny bodies hanging off the wooden structure and seemingly watching eagerly as their mothers hips would start moving up and up into the air, her back crunching slightly as her teeth would grind together eagerly. She would then stop, her breathing becoming heavier and heavier with you noticing her skinny chest pushing forward and backward before proceeding to slam  herself down into your hips, the woman groaning as she got halfway down your cock before increasing the strength of her thrust and hitting your base.

She would groan as she would feel you pushing inside of her, the woman clenching away at you roughly as she would babble words in her twin tongues, her hair cascading down her back like rough waves before she would begin any attempt at movement. Said movement was a slow and rough moment up and across your cock, the woman still being unable to restrain the urge to to clench down onto your cock but she was able to resist the urge to slam down against your dick, her hips shaking as she would do so. Then she would reach your tip, the woman shaking as she would try and plan her next moments in her head, her eyes darting around the area before they locked down to your face, the woman staring away at it before she proceeded to slam herself down onto your cock once again.  

She would repeat this process eagerly, the woman’s hips growing stronger and more certain with each thrust, her hands starting to move across your body again as she would start to speak to you again. “Mihi opus est sentire cor tuum, mortale.” She would mumble to herself as she would start to tap against your skin, the claws digging against it before she found your heart, the woman stopping before she proceeded to start tapping in tune to your heartbeat, the woman hitting your base before she stopped moving. She would look down at you inquisitively, the speed of her tapping increasing as your heartbeat did before she would manage to move herself downward so that her chest was resting against your own somewhat, her tongue wiping across her teeth in the process.

After she had finished getting her frail body into possession she would proceed to start thrusting once again but this time her thrust were a lot smoother and more focused, the woman getting around two thirds of the way up your cock before slamming down onto you. You’d also feel that her pace had increased greatly,the woman moving to a rhythm before you realized that she was going to the beat of your heart with this making your heart beat faster which quickened her thrusts against your body. Her other hand would finally stop wandering across the bed and your body before she proceeded to grab ahold of your head, moving your fingers up to your cheeks and squeezing against them so that you puckered up for her before she proceeded to push her jaws against your lips once again.

You’d feel as her mouth would open, her teeth parting to reveal her thick and long tongue, the snake-like organ moving to your lips and attempting to move right through them before eventually succeeding at your goal. After that she was easily able to move past your teeth, gliding across them as if she was celebrating her victory over your mouth and your body before she would find your tongue, rubbing against the middle of them before she would start curling around it. She would keep going until she reached the base of your tongue, groaning as her face pushed against your own, her black hair covering your field of view as you couldn’t help but look into her bulging eyes, seeing how they were bloodshot and looked like they were about to come out of her skull.

As she strangled your tongue she would also restrict your breathing somewhat, the woman gasping and groaning as your heartbeat would grow faster and faster by the moment which only increased her onslaught on your hips. It was at this moment there you could see her true feral nature come out, imagining that this was the attitude she had when she first escaped her coffin, seeing the primal rage and lust burning away in her eyes as her movements grew more and more rapid. You could hear the sound of her groaning and trying to speak, drool building up inside of her mouth and dripping out onto your own before she would start pulling away, keeping her speed as she did so.

That was when you felt the one thing that you were absolutely dreading and that feeling was your cock throbbing inside of her pussy, signaling to the demon woman that you were about to cum inside of her. You could feel as she clamped down when you clenched, adding another layer of pleasure to the entire thing as pressure would start you build up, growing more and more intense as you would try and keep it in as soon as possible, making it so that she cousins get what she wanted throughout this entire thing. Of course, resistance was futile against the beast, hearing as she would whisper to herself before you proceeded to cum inside of her, the woman groaning out as she would hilt yourself on your cock, clenching around your cock in the process.

You proceeded to feel as ropes would escape your cock, the first couple still being restrained by you before the floodgates would completely opened, the ropes now erupting out of your member and pushing against her inner walls, creeping closer and closer to her pussy by the moment. She would groan as she would feel as it would get closer and closer to your womb with you eventually peaking your orgasm, the massive ropes pushing up into her womb and filling up her insides, the woman shaking as she did so. Eventually your orgasm would come to an end, the woman seeming somewhat annoyed by this as the ropes would grow smaller and smaller by the seconds, being reduced to mere droplets before you stopped completely, your head pushing into the mattress in the process.

You felt as exhaustion would push over your body, your muscles feeling like they were aching whilst sweat was dripping down your skin, your eyes glancing around to see your daughters to the side of you before your eyes moved to her. She would simply pant at you as your eyes started to feel as they would become heavy, the woman slowly moving her hips until your cock came out with you being able to see as it would pop out wet drip with a mixture of cum and pussy fluids onto the sheets. With that you would feel way more tired then you should have, the woman seemingly rode the energy  right out of you as you would close your eyes, passing out in front of the woman that had raped you.

Eventually your eyes would snap back open and you were back in your bed, moving your wrists around to see that they were unchained with you sighing in relief as you figured that it was just another one of your many nightmares. Suddenly you’d hear the sound of whistling across the air before you realized that was coming right from your windowsill with you getting up and opening the curtains before you saw something that would make your blood run cold, your hands dropping by your sides in the process. Your windows were wide open, seemingly from the outside as you would glance down to see a familiar clump of greasy black hair clinging to the window, showing that the past wasn't left buried just yet.