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Demon's Bride (Shadow x Nurse)

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Nurse_K

Pulsar
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Jan 9, 2009
Eza had been in the back of a rickety carriage for hours. She'd barely been given an explanation before she'd been pushed into the carriage, after having spent hours being dressed up and make up caked on her. She sat in the back of the carriage, by herself, her gown folded up around her as she mulled over what she'd been told. She was to be given to a demon lord as the year's tribute. She was an honored virgin, she was told, and she was to marry him and bare his half-demon children. Part of her believed that this was just some sort of sick joke, but how could that possibly be true?

She lived in a small village far from any major city. She guessed that she was being taken to the mountains towards the north, where it'd always been rumored the demon lord lived. Some said he had an enormous palace there, filled with infinite treasures and built entirely out of glittering stone. Some said he had a pet dragon, but she didn't think dragons were real. It was possible though...she'd never been outside her small village.

She sighed and leaned her head against the side of the carriage, peeking out the bamboo flap that covered the window slit. She'd been right, they were headed towards the mountains. They were nearly there, so far as she could see, the mountains were towering above them. She shifted uncomfortably in what she now knew where her wedding clothes, a deep green gown with traditional long draping sleeves and crossed bodice, though it wasn't exactly a kimono. Then suddenly the carriage stopped. She sat up rigidly and held her breath. The door opened and the hand of the driver reached in. She took it and stepped out, her eyes cast down as she'd been ordered. This was the moment.
 
As the carriage approached the meeting point, a bald hilltop at the base of the mountains that towered overhead, peaks lost in mist and fog. All was silent for several long minutes before a cold wind blew from the North, the direction of the mountains carrying with it. a bank of freezing fog. As the fog engulfed the hill and the surrounding countryside, taking visibility down to near zero, the wind increased chilling both the driver and the young woman in her Wedding gown.

Slowly a darker shape in the fog began to take form, descending from overhead at a sedate pace. As it approached it was shown to be a solid cloud shaped vaguely like a chariot of sorts, the Cloud held a single figure, and as the cloud chariot approached closer his features became visible. The man, or rather Demon, was tall and lean in his build topping six feet by several inches. His skin was the first thing that showed him to be inhuman, as it had a sheen to it almost like burnished silver. His midnight blue hair worn loose down his back blew in the silent wind, obscuring his cold and emotionless face every so often. He wore a formal Hakama with a armored chest plate over top, and an ornate daisho set, the two swords traditionally wielded by the Samurai class at his hip. his most absorbing feature was his eyes though they were a poisonous green that seemed to glow and burn in the dim light, his gazing boring into the young woman's eyes as the cloud silently came to the ground.

His gaze left her for a moment moving to the driver as he spoke, his voice an icy tone to it, "This is the woman I requested?" the demon asked in what seemed to be a disinterested tone, at the drivers frantic nodding, his burning gaze turned back to her, and he held out a single hand to her, his hands shown to have small but clearly sharp claws rather than fingernails, "Come to me then Woman, I do not wish to spend more time in the lowlands than is necessary."
 
Eza's eyes grew wide with fear as she saw the cloud forming and then approaching them. The closer it came the huger it was, it wasn't until the cloud had stopped and the demon stepped out that she even noticed him. He was enormous, at least a foot taller than she, probably more. She swallowed nervously when he walked up to her, his booming voice causing her skin to crawl. He was certainly frightening, far more frightening than anything had ever been before. And she was supposed to be his wife? She didn't see how this could be possible at all, it seemed that he would crush her hand when she gave it to him, that he could breathe on her and she would crumble to pieces.

She tried not to look too much in his eyes, aware already that they were the source of most of the terror the villagers felt in regards to the demon lord. Sure, his height and presence were terrifying enough, but his eyes were the real clincher. To just look at them implied a gory death, she couldn't imagine having to look at them all day every day as she would have to from now on. She extended her soft hand to him slowly, placing it in his strange silver hand. His claws freaked her out, honestly, but she tried not to show it, aware that it would only cause anger to burst from him and onto her.
 
As she placed her much smaller hand in his, his fingers closed around it in a grip that while hard was not quite crushing, to her his skin felt only slightly warmer than a piece of ice, and had an odd texture almost like extremely fine scales, so small as to not be visible to the naked eye. He looked down at her for a few seconds that seemed to stretch on before glancing at the driver of the rickity carriage. "Begone, before your presence begins to offend me." His words hold a touch of venom that sends the driver scrambling to the carriage with nary a glance back at the woman he's leaving behind, the horses that pulled the thing were just as eager to be away from the demons disturbing presence, and soon the carriage vanished into the mist.

He gave a tug to her hand as he turned to move back to his cloud chariot, though the tug was clearly gentle for him, it was still nearly enough to wrench the young girls shoulder from the socket. It seemed he either wasn't aware of the effect of his demonic strength or simply didn't care as he lead her to the cloud in silence, as he stepped up onto it, he glanced back at her once again speaking, in his disinterested tone, "You will need to hold tightly to me while riding the cloud, your Kind," his words practically drip with disdain on this word, "Lack the ability to ride without aid."

He pulls her up after him, and indeed it feels as if her feet are sinking right through the cloud he stands so easily on unless she remains very close. Not bothering to check if she's heeding his advice, he turns back to face front, as the cloud lifts from the ground silently and turns back to the mountains.
 
She yelped when he wrenched her forward, a blinding pain shooting through her arm. After a few moments she was alright, but right off the bat she had a sense of the kind of pain this demon could put her through. She 'climbed' onto the cloud with him, shrieking again when her foot fell through the cloud. She lunged forward and grabbed onto his arm to keep from falling through completely. She breathed heavily for a few moments, gasping for breath. She'd been in the presence of the demon lord for five minutes and she'd already experienced extreme pain and extreme terror. This didn't bode well for the life ahead of her.

She could hear the disdain he had for humans in his voice. She couldn't really blame him, she had equal disdain for him and his people. Her village was absolutely terrified of him, and they had good reason. While they hated the demon lord with everything they had, they would never refuse an order from him. If he asked for a hundred virgins, they would search high and low to find them, though the village's numbers weren't anywhere high enough to have that many.

She jumps in fear when the cloud begins to move, her hands clinging to his arm even tighter. She hopes she's not hurting him, as that would surely make him angry, but she didn't think there was any way that she could hurt him. She was half his size and human, she didn't think she'd ever be able to have any kind of effect on him.
 
The cloud began to rise at a faster pace, causing the icy mountain and to whip around the pair, he allowed her to cling to his arm if only to make sure she didn't fall through and end up splattering on the ground now so far below. He did take the time to glance at the woman clinging to him though as he spoke, his voice rising over the sound of the wind. "I suggest you refrain from having outbursts like that, " he speaks casually, referring to both her yelp at being tugged forward, and her shriek when climbing up on the cloud, "It is unseemly, even if you are merely human you will comport yourself with dignity as is proper."

As he finishes speaking he turns back to the 'front' of the Cloud watching it dart amongst the mountain peaks moving steadily toward the largest and highest of the mountains, deep in the heart of the range, an indeterminate amount of time passes, as the mountain looms ahead but finally their destination is in sight. on a massive ledge near the peak, a castle of blue white ice stands. The edifice is sprawling, and has dozens of twisted spires reaching up into the sky, seeming to glitter in the faint light as snow swirls in the air around it. It has few windows and the only entrance visible is the main one, a vast gate of black stone, overhung by the skull of a Dragon that was clearly a gargantuan beast in its life, inset into the ice of the front entrance.

The cloud at last began to descend heading for the clear area in front of the gates, the bare stone kept swept clear of snow and ice by the ceaseless wind. The castle seemed strangely empty on the outside as not a single other sign of life showed besides the two descending from the sky.
 
She didn't really appreciate it when he chided her for screaming. She was being lifted off of the ground on a cloud to the top of a mountain. She thought that was more than enough cause for a scream, it was cause for a faint as a matter of fact. She could tell, though, that if she screamed again, she was going to have to pay for it. This new life wasn't looking too good for her already. She eyes the enormous castle with caution, not wanting to go inside of it.

She hadn't really planned on being difficult for the demon lord, she was going to be quiet and compliant and try to get through her days as unobtrusively as possible, but she didn't know if that was the way anymore. She had tried to be polite with this demon in the few minutes she'd been with him, but he had given her absolutely nothing. She understood that he was a demon lord and she was merely a peasant human, but he could still be pleasant to her. She sighed and let go of his arm as soon as they got to the landing of the castle. Her feet sunk through the cloud and she moved quickly out of it. She stood off to the side and folded her hands together, staring at the ground.
 
He slowly strides off the cloud barely ruffling his Hakama with the swift movement, He once again looked over at his new 'bride' a bit of a frown crossing his otherwise emotionless face, he didn't really like the woman much, but some things had to be done for the greater good, so he buried his distaste. and turned to face her. "Listen Woman, before we enter you must realize two things, In this castle you are the only human, and I am the only thing standing between you and the other lesser demons eating you or worse. I suggest you stay close, and do not leave my side."

He scowls slightly and makes an odd gesture towards the door causing the basalt gates to creak slowly open dragging up drifts of snow in their wake. He reaches out his hand again, a gesture for her to take it as he begins walking toward the gates. His final words are more commands than anything, "And remember you Will do as you are told.... Wife." The last word seemed a bit forced as he turned back to the open gates of the castle.
 
"Let them eat me then," she mumbled to herself as she took his cold hand and followed him into the castle through the enormous gates. She stood close to him, more out of fear than anything else. Though she'd been bold and whispered that the other demons should eat her, she didn't really want them to. She partially thought that it would be better to get eaten than to have to live and be close with this horribly mean demon lord. She kept her eyes on the ground and wouldn't look around, aware that any eyes she saw would glare unpleasantly upon her.

She frowned when he said that she would do as she was told. She probably would do as she was told, but she wanted to pretend like she wouldn't. She wanted to pretend like she would rebel against him and force him to punish her and keep her in line, but truthfully, she would probably be too frightened to do any of that. She held his hand tightly, probably more tightly than she should, but she had a weird feeling that she could get snatched away at any moment.
 
He barely noticed the tightening of her hand as he passed the first of his servants in the inner halls, mostly bird demons of various types. Their wings were kept folded against their backs. and their unnaturally sharp gazes found first her disdain obvious before passing to the Lord, and changing to deferential. He gave them a simple nod of acknowledgment as he continued down the hall, it was sculpted of the same ice as the rest of the castle though glowing lights drifted along the ceiling like will o wisps providing a faint lighting. As he walked hand in hand with the woman, he mulled over her words, he had caught her mutter of course, and had vaguely considered granting her 'request', but no, he would have to keep this woman safe for now.

He spoke up then his voice echoing in the quiet halls as they approached another set of double doors. "I should inform you of some particulars of the wedding ceremony, It is much simpler than what I have heard you humans do." he frowns a bit at the thought of whats coming, "You will be mated in front of my court, where my claim can be plainly seen, after that you will be allowed to retire." He syas all this as if its perfectly normal, and to him it is, the Lord always takes his wife for the first time in full view of his subjects, it is both a way to warn off any foolish enough to try and steal the woman, and to show dominance over the woman herself.
 
His words stopped her dead in her tracks. She dropped his hand and took a few steps back, her eyes wide and her mouth open in disbelief. "What is going to happen?" she asked, sounding a lot harsher than she wanted to. She shook her head a couple of times, trying to say more but having no words. "I...I..." she gulped anxiously and then just blurted it out, "I can't do that in front of other people! In front of...demons!" she said the word demons with such disgust that she was sure it was going to anger him, though she hadn't really meant it to. She hadn't meant any of this to anger him, but it would.

In her society mating was done in a completely private bedroom between the two that were wed and absolutely no one else. It was supposed to be a private thing, not something that was flaunted for everyone to see. That was actually a sin, a deep sin, something that would send you into hell forever without any hope of retribution. She couldn't do it, he would have to compromise. She was giving him everything, he couldn't compromise just one thing for her?
 
he cocks his head to the side, the first real expression on his face since she had met him, it was a mixture of surprise and indignation, Did this human woman think herself too good to be mated to him? A demon Lord? His poisonous green eyes narrowed as he turned to face her, an air of hostility in his stance that had not been their before. When he spoke it was not with booming rage or roars as one might expect from a demon but a tone so cold it was nigh glacial.

"What are you talking about Woman, you WILL do this, I will not have my own subjects thinking me too weak to even make a human my mate, it is bad enough that I must do this in the first place." Growing anger lies behind his tone as he takes a step toward her and seizes her hand in an iron grip. "Enough of this, you will do as you are told or you will be made too, you have no other options." He took back up his walk toward the doors ahead, and she could hear voices and see light from the crack underneath. The Lord was nearly dragging her if she refused to walk.

To her the refusal made sense, it was against her sense of propriety, but too him her refusal was simply an insult, it implied that she didn't think him strong enough, or worthy of taking her, and that coming from a HUMAN of all people, was a blow to his ego.
 
She didn't understand why he thought it was so bad that he had to do this. If he didn't want her, why did he ask for her?! Why would he make her village sacrifice a virgin if he didn't actually want one? That infuriated her, and she tried to wrench her arm away from him, but his grip was so strong and so tight that her pulling only resulting in her hurting herself. She yelled her frustrations, trying to make herself as dead weight as possible so that it was more difficult for him to drag her along.

"If you don't want me, why did you make me come?! Send me back home, I don't want you either! You can have one of your demon whores to have sex with you in front of your entire court! Humans have more common sense and give more privacy than that! We mate privately not in front of others! Only whores do that!" she screamed at him, twisting herself in another attempt to free her hand from him, again futile.

She didn't want him, it was true, but she would deal with being with him, she would deal with him taking her if she had to, but being taken in front of others, especially those that hated her for who she was, something she could not change, boiled her blood. That was something she was going to have an extremely hard time accepting.
 
He barely paused despite her best efforts to fight back, she really wasn't strong... or heavy enough to phase him much, he glanced back at her and spoke in a derisive tone, "I doubt you would understand my reasoning woman, suffice to say that I do this only because I must, I do not see why you have such a problem with a simple ceremony, Its not as if I plan to take you nightly in front of the court, I doubt anyone wishes to see that." he tenses for a moment visibly calming himself and turning back to her.

"I don't expect you to understand or care for demonic tradition woman, but this you will go through, If you do not comply and take part, I cannot force the others not to do as they wish with you." His gaze turned back into a glare as he continued, not releasing his grip on her arm. "If you fight, if you scream and yell and otherwise make a nuisance of yourself, I will draw this out as long as possible, keep your mouth shut until we leave the court chamber and I'll get it over with."

He awaits her response, he's trying to be reasonable about it, but the Laws in place mean he will have to take her, or she will be seen as a prisoner and slave at best, that and if she's screaming and fighting in the public it will tarnish his image.
 
She hadn't really thought about his side of the matter. She hadn't stopped to think that if she didn't let him do what he had to do, his entire court would no longer respect him, that they wouldn't see him as strong anymore. After all, if he couldn't subdue a human woman, how could he possibly lead an army of demons? She slowly stopped fighting him and picked herself back up into a standing position. She breathed heavily for a few moments, trying to catch her breath before she entered a room where not only her innocence would be taken away, but it would be done in front of at least fifty demons who hated her.

"Sorry," she mumbled to him and brushed her gown off, not wanting it to look dirty before it had to. She hoped that she wouldn't have to also be naked in front of these demons, but she didn't see how she wouldn't be. She didn't know how demons went about mating with each other, but if they had their first time in front of others she was pretty sure they were completely naked for it.
 
He allowed her time to brush her clothing off, glad to have averted a possible disaster before it could start, he wasn't particularly fond of this woman, she was a human after all, but it had been quite some time since any female had stood up to him, it was...interesting that she had more courage than your average demoness. He shrugged that thought away before it could take root, but her defiance had brought up his respect for her a notch, even if it doing so merely raised said respect from 'non-existent' to 'barely'. As she muttered her apology he took it in stride, offering his hand back to her as he lead her through the gates that opened easily for their arrival.

The scene displayed was memorable even if only for its extreme strangeness to her. The room they entered was clearly not part of the ice castle outside but looked more like it had been carved out of the mountain rock my some gargantuan beast. The ceiling soared overhead, coated in the brightly shining wisps of light. In the center was a raised dais, with luxurious carpet leading up to it. On all sides Demons of numerous types stood. There were perhaps fifty or so of them, some almost completely animalistic, others very nearly human in appearance. The thing that took the most attention though was the beast that lay, head on talons directly across from the gate. It was a Dragon and an immense one, with glittering silver scales, and long beard of 'whiskers' dangling from its chin, its eyes were slitted, but the same bright poisonous green as the Demon Lords.

He lead her up to the dais slowly, and with what dignity he could muster, she found her reception slightly less cold than she might have expected, the demons here were clearly nobles, most of the ones that seemed older regarded her with cold indifference, but some of the younger ones glared at her as the servants before had, oddly she noticed the most venomous of those glares seemed to come from the younger generation of female demons.

he ignored all this though as they reached the dais, He bowed his head to the great dragon now at roughly eye level with them and spoke, "Honored Grandfather, I have brought my ....Bride." he almost stumbles over the word, but catches himself taking a deep breath as he continues, "If you still will it, we can begin the ceremony."

The dragon snorts a puff of artic air from its nostrils, causing some demons nearby to shiver, "My advise remains the same Young Lord." The thing speaks its gravelly voice shaking the very chamber.
 
She glanced around the room silently, holding the demon's hand tightly again. She was absolutely terrified, sure that one of the demons was going to lunge at her just to make her scream (and scream she would). She could see that some of the demons didn't really seem to care that she was there and others were seething about it. Particularly young female ones who seemed to be around her age or a little older. It dawned on her why they would be so angry. She had taken their chance of being a demon lady instead of just a regular noble. They would hate any woman who ended up with their lord, but they hated her especially because she was not a demoness. She didn't hate them for feeling that way, she understood completely, though it didn't make her feel nice.

She walked up the dias with him and her eyes fell on the enormous beast lying there. Her eyes grew wide and she almost fainted right then and there, it was only her tight grasp on the demon lord's hand that kept her up right. She noticed that they both had the same eyes before he said the words that confirmed what she thought. They were related. And then everything made sense. His grandfather had told him to marry a human woman, and he was following his grandfather's wishes. She understood better now, though she still didn't want to be here.
 
He took a deep breath as he raised his head and turned from his draconic grandparent, to face her, his gaze burned into her own as he stepped behind her to work on the ties of the Obi holding her gown together, it took several seconds for the tight wrap to begin loosening, and as it slid to the floor her gown drifted partially open the many layers pulling apart without the tie holding it all together, still silent he removed his armor and set it aside even as he tugged the sash from around his waist, allowing the upper part of his outfit to drift open, exposing a well muscled chest, as he loosened and stepped out of the wide legged pants that completed his hakama, and stood exposed on the dais, everything now showing, a faint pattern of scales on his skin glimmered in the dim light, but her attention was drawn to the stiff organ standing at his crotch, he was large, larger than most humans could hope to be, around twelve inches if not a bit more if just looking could tell.

He stepped toward her, and pushed/lowered her to the carpeted dais, straddling her hips as he leaned down whispering a short message in her ear, low enough that even the other demons would not hear, "I will make this quick as per our agreement."
 
She laid back on the dias when he pushed her, trying to maintain her composure. She had never in a million years dreamt that her virginity would be taken this way. On a raised dias, by a demon more than twice her size, in front of not only fifty demons but also an enormous dragon...who was the grandfather of her scaly new husband. Her legs opened naturally when she laid down on the dias, but they weren't wide open. No one would really be able to see anything with him between her legs, or at least she hoped not. She tried not to look at his member, but it was so large and prominent that it was hard not to. It intimidated her, to say the least, and she hoped that he wouldn't rip her insides.

She nodded when he said he would make it quick, glad that he was heeding their agreement. He could have easily turned against it and done whatever he wanted, he could probably easily overpower her anyway, but he wasn't doing that. He was being at least somewhat honorable.
 
He idly traced one of his fingers down her side opening her dress a bit more, the claw didn't hurt her but it did bring a tingling feeling of cold to her skin, as he moved closer spreading her legs a bit wider as he moved between them., The head of his member pressed against her bared entrance even as he cupped one of her breasts in a clawed hand and gave it a small squeeze, it was slightly painful, but it seemed more that he didn't know his own strength in relation to her than that he was being intentionally cruel. he then leaned down closer to her as he began to press against her entrance harder.

"This is going to hurt." Is the last thing she hears before his lips claim hers in a somewhat rough kiss, and his hips move thrusting into her tight virgin passage, he tears her hymen with that thrust though he doesn't try to force the entire thing in yet, he groans loudly into her mouth from the sheer tightness grinding his hips a bit to slowly get used to her.
 
She hadn't really expected him to touch her very much, he had after all expressed his disgust at her species and that he was only doing this because he had to. That had lead her to believe that he would do what he had to do and be done with her, not fondle or caress her. She shivered when he ran his claw down her side, her muscles tightening nervously. So far this was painstakingly slow, not fast like he said it would be. She winced when he squeezed her breast, but didn't make any noise.

The noise came when he forced himself inside of her, her inner muscles being forced to stretch open to fit him. She whined in pain, trying desperately to keep it inside but it came out before she could stop it. But fortunately, at the exact same time she whined in pain he pressed his lips down onto hers. She gasped for breath as he kissed her roughly, her entire body tensed up.
 
He breaks away from the kiss as he feels her passage beginning to adjust, not wishing to keep this going longer than necessary, with such an unwilling partner, he moved his hips again driving his length a bit further into her before he began to move with quick, rough thrusts. He knew this was likely hurting her but she wanted this done quickly, and there was no way to make it less painful that wouldn't slow things down considerably, he pressed his lips back against hers when it looked as if she might make another sound of pain not allowing anything to escape as he continued , trailing his claws down to her hips to grip her and hold her relatively still.

He could feel the gazes of his subjects on his back, most of them gave off a feeling of resigned disgust, but some still felt angry at this despite the fact that the Elder endorsed it.. Not that any of them would do anything now. She was claimed officially and an attack on her could be considered an attack on his person.. not something any of them would risk.
 
She half appreciated his masking her whines of pain, she didn't want the demons in the room to know that she was so weak that she couldn't even make it through sex without being in pain. She didn't think they would give her any leeway for the fact that it was her first time and that his manhood was twice the size of the average human. She didn't know what to do with her hands so she left them at her side, flat against the dias beneath her. Eza knew that he was going quickly to try to get it over with quickly, and the pain wasn't really too terrible. The longer he went at her the less severe the pain was.

She didn't know all of the tenants of demon relationships, but she knew that once the marriage was consumated she belonged to him in every way. She wasn't really fond of that idea, but it would be virtually the same in a human relationship.
 
He felt her passage slowly getting a bit less painfully tight as he kept up the quick, rough thrusts, his hips pressed against hers as he made a particularly hard thrust forcing his full length inside of her. He let out a low almost animalistic growl at the sudden return of tightness. His lips pressed to hers harder as his hands clenched on her hips with bruising force, she felt something warm leaking into her passage as he began to grow closer to orgasm. Normally he would last far longer than this, but he made no attempt to delay his finish, just wanting it over with.

He slammed into her a few more times finishing himself off, her tightness helping to put him over the edge, as he floods her womb and inner passage with his seed, his thrusts slow down, his breath having a slight ragged edge to it.
 
She whimpered one last time when he forced his full length inside of her, her insides stretched far wider than she'd ever thought they'd need to be. When he came inside of her she cringed, that was really the weirdest part for her. To feel him emptying his liquid inside her body, that was just weird. She knew the point of this marriage was children, but she didn't think she would be able to love half-demon children. She had no love from her husband (and she certainly didn't give him any), so how could she love children who were half of him? That would be a long time coming anyway. Human gestation period is nine months, but she didn't know how long it was for demons. She figured that it would be closer to nine months for whatever child she ended up carrying as she was a human.

She continued to stare up at the ceiling while he slowed down his thrusts. She didn't really want to look at him, to see his face after he reached his pleasure. She sighed softly and closed her eyes for a moment, pushing back the tears she suddenly wanted to cry.
 
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