Hansel & Gretel-The Twin Demon Hunters

Chapter 5

The demon was more silent than the grave it arose from, staring with heavy lidded eyes and a slack mouth. His cheekbones accentuated the skeletal look and in his gaze my mind was robbed of emotion. Instead of running, or screaming I stood more still than the mossy statue in the heart of the graveyard and just as cold. She beckoned with fingers that rapidly faded to only a suggestion of form. I passed each stone without taking account of the path until I stood in a place that was unrecognizable. He became more solid again, but this time his skin bore many silver scars, thick and jagged. She began to think new things, "I want to stay here with him, forever." The thought became a desire and my insides lit with an intensity to make it possible. My body crumpled to the dirt, leaves and mud met the side of my face and my knees curled up like an unborn. It was then I heard Mama shout my name, over and over. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing would come. She was frantic, yelling, scared.

And she woke up screaming.

But this time what her eyes confronted was nothing different from her nightmares. The only thing that changed was that she was not in a graveyard any more but rather in her own bed in her cottage and the demon was standing right beside her bed. His fangs were bared and it gave the semblance of a smile. She shrieked out once again but no sound came out of her throat. The demon had horns protruding from his forehead and his eyes were yellow and irises slit just like that of a snake. She was up against the wall and she had no way of running away.

“What are you so afraid of Lassie? You were dreaming about me, were you not?” asked Hansel smiling at her. He had enough idea about how he looked to the girl.

“no no…you are the demon…stay away from me…O Lord, protect me from evil, save me from giving into sin..” the girl kept on praying and Hansel laughed at her in a vile manner.

“Sweet sweet child…why are you denying yourself of the pleasures of flesh that you so desperately want? You would not be dreaming of me if you were not wanton? It was your lust that hath called me here and you yourself know that it is the truth. I can be only summoned if I am ingrained in the deepest of your mind and I know you want me,” said Hansel as his wings sprouted on his back and his member stood in front of his naked body, standing hard and proud.

Hansel thought about the trail of blood that had grown thicker with him, paling her skin to a translucent white. With each tick of the clock he wanted her heart to stop, just stop, to watch her eyes become glossy and vacant. The blood of my last victim had begun to dry, more brownish than scarlet. I was no longer human. Every choice had lead me here, to the side of the demons. But that was not what he exactly wanted. This time he wanted her to be scared out of her wits and think how that this day she was going to be defiled but would not be.

But there was no particular reason to be rude or crass was there? Thinking of the dream that Hansel had seen her seeing he thought that she would feel much more comfortable if he was in the form of the man that she loved. And lo, there, he was, standing straight, in breeches and boots and a shirt which was half-open at his chest.

The woman who was still praying shrieked and opened her eyes to the man who was sitting at the foot of her bed and touched on her feet gently, and she immediately kicked off her feet like a donkey.

“Camilla!!! It’s me, Hans, look at me, why are you kicking me off?” asked Hansel rapidly in Spanish.

The maiden looked at him with wide eyes and then started sobbing and Hansel looked at her in mock amazement and bewilderment acting as if he had no idea about what was the girl currently facing.

“What is it Camilla? Why are you crying? Have I hurt you in some way? Do you not want me here? Remember that you told me that you were so lonely in this cottage all by yourself and you wanted some company? Is this the reason that you are staying in the forest? That you are having nightmares?” asked Hansel as he slowly crept closer on the bed towards her in a gentle manner not to alarm the maiden at all.

Camilla looked up at her and said nothing. Her face was streaked with tears, all blotty and everything was puffed up and there was fear and helplessness in her eyes.

“Camilla, you need to tell me what is happening with you? You need to come clean with me or I would not be able to help you out with anything at all, sweetness, please, help me to help you out here. I need your help if I am going to be able to do that,” said Hansel and shifted inside the skin of this man that he had taken.

“There is something wrong with me,” said Camilla, in a soft voice, all scared and she looked to be on the verge of another breakdown once again.

Hansel did not say anything and gave the girl her space, because although the myths might have portrayed something absolutely different about him always and said that he impregnated and haunted the women on dreams and fed on their dreams but that was actually not true in reality. The women with whom he had his romantic encounters did not remember anything at all except the hazy encounter of a s****l frenzy which they thoroughly enjoyed but that was not rather accepted by the society, which had distorted everything into something which it was not.

Camilla had started speaking about all that she had been feeling, the dreams, the odd sensations which were the symptoms of being a nymphomaniac through and through and Hansel could not help but lick his lips. It had been quite long since he had tasted one of this kind. His sister Gretel was something like every man’s fantasies come true, without any inhibitions coming between them making them a slave of her sister for their entire existence. A nymphomaniac was the best of kind, it was a beautiful creation of nature who were supposed to be the brood mares because apparently they were not satisfied by anything else.

“Sweetheart, there is nothing wrong with you at all, you are perfect the way you are. These people do not understand anything all about your body, or your health and they have been feeding you lies so that they can keep you under their control and use you as they want to but I don’t want that for you, you are an absolute Goddess. There is nothing wrong with what you have been feeling, neither are you a maiden of Satan. All these words are absolute nonsense,” said Hansel as he sat now beside Camilla and gathered the sobbing maiden back in his arms.

The girl cried her hearts out at the words of soothing and comfort that were being provided by the demon in whose arms she was weeping at the moment. Hansel had to keep his urges in check because he could still smell the dampness and the scent of the sopping wetness in between the virgin girl’s legs but she would be craving for a lot more when he would be finished with her tonight. Now all he needed to do was take away her inhibitions and she could worship him and his body in his true form as a demon. So that he could plant his seed inside her already fertile womb to carry more of his spawns on earth.

Hansel sniffed her hair which smelled of wild berries and lavender and his fangs came down of their own accord and his eyes changed into the original demonic eyes, with yellowish green pupils and slit like that of a snake. Now as his fangs descended he also licked the side of her neck which was beneath her ear just making her moan out slowly but before she could even understand that there was something wrong going on in this scenario his fangs pricked her skin and her blood spilled on his tongue like fresh warm honey melting on his tongue with its rich taste and the tangy smell of that copper spread through his veins and heat pooled in his loins making him hard almost instantly. Camilla did not even know what hit her but the saliva from Hansel’s fangs which entered her bloodstream were an aphrodisiac of high quality for any normal human since they were not of this world altogether.

Camilla moaned at the sensations she was having and rustled against the chest of the demon who was holding her and caressing her as he drank her blood. His hands were on the undersides of her breasts and his thumbs flicked on her n*****s which were now as hard as diamonds. Hansel could understand from her voice and her moans that she was long gone from her normal senses and his skin became rough and calloused and scaly once again. And he turned her head towards him and she gasped at his face and them pulled his face close with her soft palms and kissed his lips and then licked the fangs which made Hansel groan out loud. No one had ever dared to do that. He wanted to elicit fear in her eyes but rather she was lustful towards him even more.

“Do you want me? In this way? Do you like what you see?” asked Hansel in his demonic voice which was as smooth as silk and as rough as the darkest coal, as he took one of her soft hands in his and then made her feel his raging hard erection.

She gasped in delightful pleasure and then giggled at the sensation almost immediately.

“Is this for me?” asked Camilla, her eyes wide with wonder, and something wild playing in them.

“What do you think Camilla?” prompted Hansel making her moan in his mouth once more as she licked the column of his throat and placed kisses on his chest.

“Can I kiss it?” asked Camilla looking at the erection which was still hard and throbbing in her hand.

“Would you be so wanton and daring to do something of this sort?” asked Hansel and the maiden smiled in return as she dropped down on her messed up cot and pressed her lips on the c**k and then smelled something deeply.

“You smell of burning embers and roasted cinnamon,” said Camilla softly, as she licked the tip of his c**k which was oozing with purplish fluid. Hansel wanted to shove his c**k down his throat making her gag and choke but he controlled his urges once again. He had to give her time to blossom up fully into a wanton hussy.

“Why don’t you check if I taste as good as I smell,” said Hansel as he smiled baring his fangs and Camilla took the c**k in her mouth without another word and started sucking on it like she had been doing it for year. She was an absolute natural at it. Her hips were up in the air and she did not even once come for air as Hansel ripped open the gown that she was wearing and showed her porcelain white skin with his demonic mark appearing on her skin.