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Demon Girlfriend: Demeter 2 (rough draft)
🕑 Added 2021-01-06 21:00:02 +0000 UTCSeveral years ago, my brother and my fiancé both went off to war. Land disputes between the kingdoms had come to our lands, and our people decided it was not up for grabs. Our lands were defended as best as possible, but Miror still ended up taking us as part of their property. My fiancé died in battle, and my brother, Henry, came back changed. War changes everybody, especially the soldiers, so we had expected him to come home perhaps less of what he was.
I was mourning my fiancé and suffered many sleepless nights, as did Henry, so we often stayed up together, talking in the dead of night. He told me about his nightmares, of a creature taking him and biting him repeatedly until he was riddled full of holes. I thought his dreams were about the guns of the Miror army. Henry showed me his wounds, though, once they were healed enough. They did look like bite marks, dozens of them. Henry told me in secret that Miror had sent in a wild animal into their camp and it had attacked many of the soldiers, killing some, wounding others, and that it had dragged off my fiancé, who saved his life.
I begged Henry not to tell me more, but I still began having nightmares of this monster attacking me and stalking me on the farm. It took time, but eventually Henry returned to life on the farm. About a year after, though, strange things started happening around our village. People made reports of a creature attacking their chickens. Which at first was blamed on coyotes. After that, the attacks began to escalate, this creature started to hunt down geese, who are quite dangerous themselves, then goats, and sheep. The villagers began to prepare, building bigger and better barns to protect their animals at night. Some used straw fortified by mud or cement, others used the same method but with strong sticks and lumber, those who could afford it built stone structures to defend their livestock.
Well, aside from the stone structures, the other two didn’t work out well. Eventually, the creature was taking pigs after destroying the stick and straw structures. Hunts for the creature began in earnest, with large sweeps going through the woods. At night, men would hide out with their weapons, hoping to catch a glimpse of something strange stalking around.
One man allegedly came across the monster and when he told him his livestock were safe in a structure, the creature told him: “then I’ll just blow it down!” For a few weeks, the hunt was all anyone could think about. Rewards were put up for the capture of this monster, people were building traps and finding ways to hide their animals. Henry would guard our barn every night, going as far as sleeping out there, while our father stayed inside with mother and me. Then, one night, someone actually shot the creature. They were able to track it because of the trail of blood it left behind. Unbeknownst to us, the trail led right to our barn.
I was terrified. Henry was in the barn! What if that monster had him! Father kept me and mother locked in the house while he joined the rest of the hunting party. It became known all too quickly what the truth of the matter was and it ruined our lives forever.
Whatever had bitten Henry had caused him to become this monster, this wolf like thing. He was able to run off that night, but everyone was still on high alert, even against the rest of the family.
“He has been chosen by a brother to mine,” Demeter replies. “Someone very much like me, but more in tune to blood and mayhem.”
Henry’s lips curl as he looks at Demeter. “Why is that thing talking?”
“Henry,” I stand before Demeter and extend out my arms. “How long have you been here? Why haven’t you come home?”
His eyes flick up to mine again. “What good would it do? Dad would try to kill me. Mom would hate me. The whole town would want to see me hanging from my neck over a pyre. Think, Bo! Why would I ever want to go back there? To die?”
“Then why stay so close?” Demeter asks calmly.
Henry points to her and snaps his jaws. “Seriously, what the fuck is that?”
“I honestly don’t know, Henry!” I snap. “She just showed up one day. But she’s right! Why remain so close to home? Why not try to run north or towards the Tulgey Wood?”
He stiffens and turns when the pigs start snorting and squealing. “What would be the point? I just found myself here. The mushrooms calmed my nerves, they made the change less painful, less-” His hand hovers around his head before he drops it. “I couldn’t go anywhere looking like this, so I just remained here.”
Demeter lifts her chin. “Sometimes the tether to home is quite short.”
“I don’t like you! Talking black sheep, dad was right! Black sheep and goats can’t be trusted.” I stomp over to his pigs, pulling a rope that allows slop to pour down from a hatch on the side of the house.
“This isn’t about Demeter, Henry.” I then glare down at her. “What is this about?”
Demeter steps before me. “Your brother lives, isn’t that enough?”
I hesitate and just watch Henry’s back as he tends to his pigs. “Can I come back?” I ask him.
Henry rubs the back of his neck. “It’s best you don’t, Bo. Go back to thinking I’m dead. Go home.”
My sheep are roaming around, changing sizes depending on what mushrooms they eat. I whistle and they come to me, some bigger or smaller than they were before. I leave the mossy valley where my brother lives and lead the sheep back home.
Once I’m home, I get back to preparing Demeter’s wool to turn into yarn. I stay there silently as she watches me.
“You’re angry with me.”
I glare at her and she just stands.
“Did you not want to know the truth? Did you want questions all your life?” Demeter approaches me and stands beside me. “What do you want, Bo?”
“I don’t know,” I grumble under my breath. “I’ve never known. I’ve never had a chance to know.” The faster and harder I comb the wool, the more it begins to shine like gold. “My whole life is ripped to shreds!”
“Then spin it back together,” Demeter says gently.
I rub the tears from my eyes. “My life isn’t fibers of wool.”
“Perhaps it is.”
I sniffle and rub my eyes. “What are you trying to do here?”
“I offer my blessings onto this land and the creatures that roam it.” Demeter steps away and lays down in the hay.
I scoff, gathering up the wool now that it has finally been carded, I have to start the roving process. I like this part as I can focus solely on it and nothing else around me. Once this is over, I will start the spinning, and make bolts of yarn to sell. Hopefully, this will sell well because of the deep black color.
I must have fallen asleep as I wake up with my head on the table. I've messed up some of the roving strips, but I’m too tired to focus. I look up to see Demeter is standing on her hind legs again, and looking down at me. I rub my eyes and sigh heavily.
“I never fall asleep like this,” I murmur. “Are you putting some sort of spell on me?”
“It is not a spell. Your brother was a wild thought in your mind, roaming around and causing those nightmares of uncertainty. Now that you know where he is, he is no longer in your mind.” She stretches out her arm and points a finger to the center of my forehead. “Your sleep is yours now.”
I gently push her hand away. “You said it was your brother that did that to him.”
“Yes,” she breathes. She folds her hands together and turns her head away. “The Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing. He had once created an army of wolves to do his bidding. I thought he would have slumbered too, after the Court of Chess, but apparently, he does not sleep long.”
I look up at her sorrowfully. “Is there a way to change Henry back?”
Demeter bows her head. “I’m sorry, Bo, but the effects of my brother’s curse have no cure. Your brother will be a wolf till he dies.”
I sigh heavily. “Can you do the same? If you bite me, will I turn into a sheep?”
Demeter chuckles. “Is that something you would want?”
I look down. “Maybe. I wouldn’t have to worry about anything. I could graze, sleep, eat, and go about my days without a single worry or care.”
“Except for whoever is taking the sheep,” Demeter corrects.
I look up at her, feeling slightly agitated. “Then tell me who it is. Stop them! Do something. What good is being what you are if you cannot do that? You said it was something human who was taking them.”
Demeter’s eyes glow. “Do you wish me to take care of this problem?”
“Yes! Please! Get all this blame and the accusations off my family! Do it!”
Demeter’s fingers slip under my chin. “Then give me just one kiss.”
My gaze follows up her arm. “What for?”
Demeter bends over the table. “My power comes from affection. Just a little given and I will be quite strong.”
“Fine! Take it!” I stretch my neck and kiss her, planting it on her sharp tooth and then slipping to the side of her mouth. Her fingers caress the sides of my face and I feel her lips move upon mine. The kiss is soft and warm, so I find myself leaning into the touch. As Demeter pulls away, I slowly open my eyes and see her, as an ewe, walking out the door with a waggle of her tail.
I leave the roving to be finished tomorrow and go back to bed. Though I am perturbed by the kiss, it is the fact I enjoyed it rather than that it happened. I fall asleep, dreaming I am surrounded by black wool.
I wake in the morning to a knock at the door. My father answers and is talking to the constable outside, who gives my father Demeter and says that the stolen sheep were found in one of the stone buildings belonging to Lady Mary, who owned the most land in the countryside and was a loyalist to Miror.
“Apparently, she had been having her staff steal sheep from the neighboring farms and selling them to Miror farms.” The constable tells my father. “We’ve been going around all day giving back the sheep she had on her property.”
“Could’ve kept this one. My daughter brought it home. But thank you for letting us know.” My father says.
He takes Demeter back to the barn then lets out the remaining sheep. When he comes back, I see a smile on his face. He laughs when he sees me. “I bet they’re kicking themselves, the whole town, right about now. Lady Mary and snow white sheep,” he snickers. “While they were blaming us this whole time.”
“I doubt we’ll get an apology,” I murmur.
He shrugs. “Maybe not. But I bet you’ll see them being a whole lot nicer to us now that Lady Mary is to blame.”
I go out to find Demeter in the field with the other sheep. She trots up to me and nudges her head under my hand.
“Thank you, Demeter,” I coo to her.
“I am happy to help you, for I am yours.”
Later that afternoon, people begin coming to the farm. At first, it was just a few; someone asking my Dad how things were and if the farm was okay. After that, food was being dropped off. Big loaves of bread, pies, even some cured meats. A few days later, people even began bringing back animals they had taken from us a few years ago, or replacing the ones they did take. We had goats again, more sheep. It had gotten so busy preparing for these new animals, I hadn’t spun the wool yet. Knowing we needed funds to repair, I went back to it.
I had noticed the gold like strands in the fibers when I was carding it, but as I spun it, the wool was turning completely into gold. The black disappears as it goes around the spinning wheel, bursting into fine, pure gold. It was like a miracle, but I knew it had to be something Demeter had been aiming for all along.
The gold yarn was sold for a high price to several bidders. Some paid in excess to get one of the bundles of yarn. My father and I were able to repair our tools, the barn, our home. We were able to hire staff again and begin production on the goat’s milk products like we used to.
Since word spread about our miraculous golden yarn, Demeter became the prize of our farm. During the nights, I kept her locked in my bedroom with me, oftentimes allowing her to sleep beside me in my bed. I enjoyed putting my arms around her and snuggling against her back. My father thought I was crazy to want to sleep with a sheep, but she was now our cash crop so he let it be. He didn’t know the full truth about Demeter.
Affection is how Demeter grows her powers, so at night, I have slowly been building up my courage to give her more. I kiss her some nights, I hold her close, I touch her. She never asks for what I do not want to give, and she happily accepts what I do.
“You do not need to push yourself to go further, Bo.” She tells me each night. “Just give yourself as much as you want.”
Finally, one night, I want to give more. I kiss Demeter, moving so that her back is pressed onto the bed. I stroke my hands down her body, feel the black wool against my palms, as well as velvety skin on her arms and belly. She arches her back at the touch, moaning against my lips until I kiss down her neck. She stretches, breathing deeply as my lips press down her arm and onto her fingertips.
I straddle myself upon her hips, looking down at her like I had with my fiancé so many years ago. I lose my breath for a second, having not thought about that night in so long. I push out that sad thought and strip away my nightgown. Demeter reaches up, cupping my breasts in her palms and squeezing gently.
“I knew they would be beautiful. But then again, every breast I have seen has been perfect because of the creature who wears them.” Her thumbs flick over the nipples and a smile perks the corners of her lips. “It’s been so long since I have last enjoyed this vision.”
I press myself further into her palms. “Back when you were worshipped.”
“Oh goodness, you misunderstood.” Demeter rises up off the bed. “I was the one doing the worshipping.” She cups my face between her palms. “I have not practiced in a while, but I would greatly love to worship you, my Bo.”
I kiss her again, grabbing hold of her arms as her hands move down my back. I feel the heat within me come to the surface, it melts my skin so that all she touches is raw nerve. Her fingers slip between us, touching me below where the heat is strongest. She breathes into my ear as her fingers rub circles against my mound. Her tongue bathes over my skin, down my neck and between my breasts. She lays me back in bed, spreading open my thighs and laying them over her shoulders. Her hot breath turns into thick fog that fills the room, closing it off from the rest of the world in it’s white thicket.
Her fingers find that little bud above my lips, teasing it gently while she watches me. My breath hitches and my voice comes out cracked but elated.
“Delicious little thing this is.” Her tongue darts over it and I can feel her fangs against my thighs. “So sweet and sensitive.” She blows on it while her finger rubs around it. “But so very easily forgotten.” She licks at it again while her finger rubs above it.
“Demeter!” I whine.
“Is it too much?” She chuckles. She slips her fingers down into wetness, slashing there for a moment. “Perhaps I should coax you here for a while.” She slips two long fingers inside, moving them slowly.
I bite my lip and throw my head back. That night with my fiancé before we went to war felt award, almost pinchy. He had gone inside me after a few moments of kissing, and he struggled getting himself into place. Something didn’t feel right with it then, but something felt extremely right with Demeter. Her long fingers stirred me upside while her other hand squeeze around my breast. She made me so wet I could feel it seeping out and onto the sheets. Her tongue lapped it up, moaning under her breath.
“Now, let’s see.” She sits up and uses both hands to open me. “Such a beautiful sight. Everything is plump and eager.” She licks her chops and her mouth splits open like it had that day when she scared the children. Her tongue comes out, thick and red, splitting down the center. My eyes grow wide, I was barely used to what men had, this was something entirely new to me.
“Not to worry, my love, you will come to crave every kiss I give you.” She lifts my hips up off the bed and pulls me up so I am almost upside down. My legs dagle over her shoulders while she bends her head down. I feel that slick tongue squirm around on me, her tongue then plunges inside me while a finger taps against that sensitive bud.
I moan and whimper, throwing my head to the side as she holds me up against her mouth. Her slurps and snarls fill my ears while the fog fills my sight. She growls against me, pushing her tongue deeper inside me where it squirms and writhes. I feel myself almost frothing at the sensation. I never felt this good with my fiance, then again that was only once. Demeter’s tongues touch me in place that make me feel unhinged and excited. I have to cup my hand around my mouth out of fear my father will somehow hear my sounds of pleasure. But I have so many.
Demeter coaxes from me something powerful and deep. It erupts inside my belly and pools through my body, taking away any other sensation besides this release. My toes curl, my back arches, and I seep slowly into her. Demeter lays me back down against the bed and lays herself on top of me. She rests her head upon my breast and I begint or ub my hands down her back.
“You feel things so strongly, Bo,” she whispers into my ear. “It’s still radiating through my veins.” She licks my cheek.
“You felt it?” I murmur.
“Deeply.” She kisses me.
Come morning, in her ewe form, Demeter’s wool is as thick as it was when I first met her. I take her out to sheer and begin the process of making wool again.
“Will you give me so much wool after we do that everytime?” I ask her, giving her a bath after the sheering.
“It is part of my power growing.” She nuzzles into my palm. “There is more I can do as well.”
“Such as?”
“Storms and chaos, I can cause the land to split and open up in chasms, or rise to create more mountains and cliffs.” She says proudly.
“The wool is fine.”
She chuckles smugly. “I created all the mountains here back when I was strongest. I wanted to protect the lush valleys that surrounded us, but I couldn’t keep my priestesses safe. It is my greatest regret. But I will protect you Bo, as long as you beckon me, I will keep you safe.”
I return to the moss valley to see Henry again, but when I arrive, I find his home abandoned and his pigs gone. I decided to take care of the shack, hoping he would return one day and we could truly reunite. I make the cabin into my own personal escape, somewhere I can make my gold yarn with Demeter, and be with her in quiet and privacy.
“Tell me, can you?” I ask her. “Where did he go?”
“I can’t say,” she murmurs. “But the big bad wolf will roam this land to find peace. Hopefully, he will come across it one day.”
I kiss her softly and return to spinning the yarn, watching it go from black to gold. I pray I will see my brother again, I do not think he is big and bad, but I cannot say what the changes did to him. All I can do it wait and pray the next word I receive is good. Until then, I will keep his house warm, and I will leave a bundle of gold yarn for him in case he needs it.
