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Marrying A Demon (NursexRude)

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Rude and Not Ginger

Supernova
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Jan 9, 2009
Raz was standing at the alter of the church, chuckling to himself at the looks the humans were giving him. They had their whole world turned upside down when they saw a demon walk into their place of sacred worship. When would they figure out that demons were just like any other species on the planet? That crosses didn't stop them and they they didn't spit fire? They were just stronger faster and smarter. And that was why he stood here today, wearing these uncomfortable fancy clothes. And they were very very uncomfortable. The stupid humans didn't even bother to cut a hole for his tail, which was now uncomfortably cramped in his pant leg.

He was tall and handsome, at least for humans. He was rather average by demon standards. But his dark black hair hung down nearly to his eyes, which were a piercing red and filled with a constant look of annoyance. His whole body was covered in tattoos in a strange language that no human knew. But they were meant to show him as royalty. Then the door opened and all of the crowd gasped. There was his bride...A stupid little human, even if she was pretty. It was all he could do to stay where he was, for the sake of his father's treaty.
 
Elsa had been stuffed into a too-tight fitted white gown for the purpose of enticing her new demon husband. The elders in her village thought that the more attractive Elsa looked, the more likely the demon was to leave the village alone permanently. Elsa, of course, despised this concept and wanted to look as dingy and mangy as she possibly could in hopes of the demon never laying a hand on her. By human standards Elsa was already beautiful. She had dark brown hair that fell to her shoulders in ringlets, her eyes were a honey brown color, and her skin was pale and silky. She was a shapely girl, voluptuous in every manner. The elders thought she was the perfect sacrafice.

When the doors of the church opened she caught her first look at her intended. Sure, he was attractive, but she wasn't drawn to him. His mere existence made her want to stab herself. She walked up the aisle in time to the bridal music, but her movements were mechanical. She was only doing this because she had no other choice. If she had run, she would have to live the life of a hermit somewhere. She figured this one a sliver better than that. When she reached the front of the aisle she turned and looked at the demon as she was supposed to, but she looked up at the cileing rather than at him.
 
Raz meanwhile, looked her over without shame. She looked good in the tight dress that she obviously didn't want to wear. While he despised the idea of having a human bride over a gorgeous demon to have as his queen, it wouldn't be all bad. While she was beautiful by human standards, she was just barely pretty to a demon. Although her curves were still just an enticing. But he was pulled from his pleasant thoughts of what he could do with his own little human toy by the minister speaking. He repeated the vows as he was supposed to until they got to the I do.

"Sure...Whatever..." His voice was rather nonchalant. Obviously he just wanted this to be over. She would be much more entertaining naked and on her hands and knees. Submissive like a human should be. So while she was going through her own vows, he was enjoying the pleasant images that ran through his head. Her whimpering and pleading, then her moaning for him as he ravaged her. Then her look of sadness as he kicked her out of the bed and laughed. This could be fun.
 
She clenched her teeth and counted to ten a few times in her head when she saw that the demon was raking her over with his eyes. She hated him with every fiber of her being and she hated her village for forcing her into this. She should've been marrying an artisan or a merchant or even a human duke, but no, she was marrying a filthy demon prince. She could only imagine what he thought she would do for him, that she would cook and clean for him, that she would beg him to spend time with her, to touch her. She would do none of that for him, she wouldn't even look at him if she could avoid it.

The preacher turned to her and she repeated her vows mechanically, no emotion in her voice whatsoever. No apathy that was in his, no anger, sadness, or elation. Just repetition of words. When it came time for her to say her, 'I do', she said the two words just as mechanically as she'd said the others as if she were saying watermelon or brown dirt. She knew what was supposed to come next, a kiss to seal the vow. She stayed where she was, facing the minister. If the demon was going to kiss her, he was going to have to force her into it. She hoped he would just forgo the formality.
 
Raz sighed a little, getting rather bored with this human ceremony. The demon way was much more efficient. They could do it alone, or in front of a crowd. And there was no need for fancy clothes. In fact, there was no need for clothes at all. And they would get to the demon way as soon as this was over. That was the only reason that he was even still standing here. But then they reached the end of her part and he looked up from his private thoughts suddenly. "Oh...Kiss the bride right?" He leaned in and kissed her cheek, not really caring for kisses.

There was some half-hearted cheers from the crowd and they threw a little rice. He took her hand and walked, not caring if she stumbled. He dragged her from the church without looking at any of them. Now that he was done with the humans for the day, he wanted his new bride to consummate the marriage with him. It would be the only bright side of this whole thing. "Its time for our demon marriage..."
 
Elsa cringed when the demon kissed her cheek. His lips were especially hot and they burned on her soft skin. She let him pull her out of the church for appearances sake, but as soon as they were out she wrenched her hand away from his and moved further away from him. If she had to go with him, she wasn't going to be all close and cuddly with him. She'd follow him to wherever he was taking her, but she wouldn't do it pleasantly. Elsa glanced over his body as they walked, his tattooes were disgusting. Didn't he respect his own skin enough not to color it like that?

"Do what you want, you won't be getting anything from me willingly." she stated flatly, still not looking at his face. She crossed her arms over her chest defiantly as they walked, her dress irritating her more and more with every step. She couldn't wait to burn the damn thing and wear a normal dress again. She cringed at the thought of the consummation of this damned marriage. She figured she'd just be apathetic about it, let him get it over with so that he'd leave her alone.
 
Raz only smirked when she said that. "Well if you insist on making me do it the fun way." He decided that now that they were outside, he could misbehave. He grabbed her and tossed her over his shoulder with ease. She was light as a feather for a demon. And without saying a word, he started to carry her down the long road to his home. It was a few miles and he ignored every word that she said along the way.

It wasn't long before they were standing in front of the huge mansion he called home. Well...He was standing and she was over his shoulder. He carried her to the door and opened it slowly before carrying her in and tossing her onto a couch. "Well my bride...How does it feel to be married?"
 
She groaned when he tossed her onto the couch, quickly righting herself so that she was sitting up properly. She glared at him, how dare he carry her over his shoulder like that! She wasn't a sack of potatoes! She fixed her dress, which had been russled and messed up by both the carrying and his tossing her. She crossed her arms over her chest again and raised an eyebrow at him.

"It doesn't feel like anything." she glanced around the room they were in, it was incredibly lavish. His home was enormous, as she supposed a prince's would be. She wondered if demon princes had different tastes than human princes. From the looks of it, they were equally as self-absorbed and pompous.
 
"Oh come now..." He sat on the arm of the couch, a smirk on his face. "My fair maiden..." He leaned down and stroked her cheek softly. "Isn't it nice to be married? Now we can live together forever and have family together." He couldn't keep the straight face for long and ended up laughing out loud. "You look so scary right now...With that face all upset..." He chuckled again, but he wasn't in the mood for playing with her right now.

He had just put up with hours of boredom to go through her little human wedding. "Now...Take off that dress." He went over to the door, locking it. "I am going to take a shower to wash off these..." He pointed to the markings all over his body. They were strictly ceremonial and weren't permanent, but it still felt strange on his skin and he wanted them off as much as the fancy clothes. Before he was even out of the room, he was pulling his shirt off. And less than fifteen minutes later, he returned wearing only loose pants, all the markings gone.
 
She pulled her face away from him, a grimace written on it. His touch was so weird to her, it was so unhuman. She didn't think that she would ever get used to it, it was too foreign. She didn't appreciate his jibing at her, and he was deluded if he thought she was going to bear him little demon children. If he got her pregnant she would find some way to end it, so that poor innocent soul wouldn't have to endure a torturous life being hated by its mother. She didn't care if she looked scary or not, she knew that she couldn't intimidate him. He was almost a foot taller than she was.

She did glance up when he mentioned washing off the markings. That brightened her view of him minisculely, at least she wouldn't have to look at the tattooes every day for the rest of her life. She scoffed when he told her to take off the dress, yeah right. But after he'd left she began to think about it, and she really didn't like wearing the dress in the first place. She stood up and unlaced it from the back, throwing it on the floor. She still wore the undergown, a soft silken dress that reached just above her knees. It was tight around her bosom and accentuated her butt. There were also silk stockings that went to her lower thighs. It was meant to be lingerie so it was fairly provacative, though she didn't want to provoke him.
 
When Raz saw the tempting outfit she had on now, he smirked, his extra pointed canines showing. His tail started to slowly wag back and forth now that it was free through a hole in the back of his pants. It was long and black, with a point at the end like the stereotypical demons. He walked towards her, his hands moving to her hips slowly. "Well well well...Seems like your elders really wanted this to go well. Now, since you already made if very obvious that you aren't going to be willing." He pushed her back into the couch before undoing the string that held his pants up.

"You are going to behave like a good little bride. You are going to get on your hands and knees and wiggle your butt for me or I am going to make you. You can't get away and you can't over power me. I am going to have my way with you and I am going to have fun. You can behave and take it and maybe even have some fun..." He licked his lips. "Or you can struggle and I can have even more fun forcing you to take it." His eyes gleamed with wicked intent. He really wanted her to resist.
 
She looked him over a couple of times in his drawstring pants. His body was incredibly toned and it was very appealing to any human woman, but she harbored such hate for him that her attraction to him was severely dampened. She had been instructed by her elders to do everything that he asked her to do, but say 'yes sir' and to go out of her way to make him the most comfortable he could possibly be. She'd even been brought to the elders' wives and they'd told her some 'secrets' about how to explicitly pleasure a man. They'd done everything in their power to make sure she pleased her new demon husband. What they hadn't taken into account was whether or not she would actually do it.

She cringed as she usually did when his hands went to her hips. She gave submitting to him one fleeting second of thought, but truthfully, she did not want to enjoy anything that he did to her. She knew that she would have to endure all of it as she was his wife and he had a legal right to take her when he pleased, but that didn't mean that she had to make it easy for him. She frowned at him, "Go ahead and make me."
 
Raz smirked again when she told him to make her. "I was hoping you would say that." He moved closer to her rather quickly and he nearly hit her in the face with his chest. But he stopped just short and grabbed her shoulders before tossing her roughly onto her front. He didn't hesitate to rip the frail garments, the thin shoulder straps snapping and the whole outfit coming off easily. And with his other hand, he pulled off her underwear, leaving them in tatters. It took just about a second to leave her in a completely submissive position.

He held her hips in place for a moment before pulling his drawstring pants down just enough to free his length, which had been getting harder and harder since he saw her without the dress. He was large and throbbing for attention. And without a second thought, he pushed into her. He groaned from the feeling of having her around him, having been craving her since he saw her. "So...Were you a virgin?"
 
The entire process from him lunging at her to turning her around and ripping all of her remaining clothes off happened so quickly that she barely had a second to process it. Before she knew it, she was face down on the couch, her butt raised up in the air with him pressing against her. In the next second he'd shoved inside of her. She gasped and grabbed hold of the couch to steady herself, a streak of pain thundering through her body as he so uncerimoniously ripped through her maidenhood.

She was silent for a moment as she tried to regain control of herself, her mind had been thrown for a loop. "Y-yes," she stammered, her heart thumping wildly now. Her fight or flight response had kicked in, her body was telling her to get away, to run run run, but as he'd just said...she couldn't.
 
Raz smirked and slowly worked his way deeper. As soon as he was all the way inside, he moved a hand down to her thigh, stroking it softly. "Aw...Well...I am sure that you will have plenty of fun your first time." He smirked and started to move back and forth ever so slowly. He wanted her to regret misbehaving. And if she didn't he would torment her again. But for now, he just moved slowly, his hand stroking her thigh teasingly.

Her whole body was looking better the more pleasure he got from her. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. If she learned to be a good little toy for him, it would be a fun little game for them. He could tell her that she had a choice and she would say no to him. Then he would force her and she would love every second of it. Or he could just have fun forcing her. "Does it hurt?"
 
Elsa trembled when he pushed himself in deeper, he was stretching her insides and touching places that had obviously never been touched before. She jumped when he began stroking her thigh, he was teasing her already sensitive skin into being even more aware of his movements. She wanted to hate what he was doing to her so badly, but his slow movements and light touch were driving her impressionable body wild.

The truth was, it did hurt a little. She'd never been stretcehed like that, her insides were obviously not used to his girth. "A little," she admitted quietly, hoping that he wasn't going to make it hurt more because she'd been honest with him.
 
When she was honest with him, he smiled and moved his hips even slower. He stroked her thigh again, having noticed that she liked that. While he wasn't exactly the nicest person, he didn't want her in pain. He wanted to tease and tempt her. He wanted her to want him more than he wanted her, even if he only wanted her because of her looks. So he slowed until he was barely moving, just sliding enough to help her stretch to fit him.

He groaned for a moment, enjoying the feeling. And suddenly, his tail moved between her legs and rubbed her clit teasingly. "Well I shouldn't hurt my new bride. You may be human, but its not fun if I don't get to hear those cute little moans you humans make." He smirked, leaning down and pressing his sharp teeth to her skin.
 
She clenched the couch tighter, his movements causing her arousal to skyrocket. Her inner muscles clenched onto him in reaction, squeezing his member inside of her. She gasped, her breathing becoming faster and more ragged. Why was he giving her this pleasure? She didn't want it, she didn't want him to make her feel good...but he was.

She jumped again when his tail slid between her legs and began to rub her clit. When he did it, he got one of those 'cute little moans' from her, though it was involuntary. Her body trembled again, every muscle in her body growing tight when he bit into her. Her back arched and she gasped again, her body growing hot.
 
While he didn't break the skin, he was excited at the reaction he got from his teeth against her skin. He sat up a little and licked his lips. "Oh my...You are a bit different from what I expected. Not even demon girls like getting bitten." He started to move a little faster, thinking that she would be more used to it now. But she was starting to get a little more tempting now that he had heard her moan.

He wanted to hear that noise again. Since it was considered binding to have sex in the demon world, this was his first time. At least, it was his first time in a girl's pussy. He had done plenty of things with plenty of girls. But they never made noises like that. And he wanted another one. So his tail started to tease her clit more and more.
 
Though she wouldn't admit it to him verbally (it was probably obvious physically), she had loved it when he bit her. The clit teasing was nice and the thigh stroking was nice, but the biting was really the best part besides him actually being inside of her. It had driven her up a wall, put her past just arousal and into desire for him specifically. It'd had some kind of temporary effect on her mind, where she forgot that she hated him and could think only of this.

It took a few moments for him to work her up again, but his faster movements and his tail continuing to stimulate her clit, she moaned again for him. She'd closed her eyes and pressed her forehead against the couch cushion, erasing all else from her mind except this. She was breathing audibly now, and could feel something beginning to build within her.
 
When she gave him another moan he was encouraged to move a little faster again. Now he was almost at a normal pace. And he found himself biting his lip softly to suppress a groan of pleasure. He didn't like this girl. She was human and she liked to complain. But she felt amazing and if she asked, he would have sex with her all day. He found himself starting to pant as his pleasure began to build.

Then he realized something. There was no way that he could orgasm before her. She would feel like she was superior to him. And he couldn't allow that. So he pressed his tail more firmly to her clit and rubbed faster. He licked his lips at how hot and tight she was getting as they kept going. He was going to cum as soon as she did, and he knew it.
 
She kept telling herself that if she had a choice, she would make him stop right now and she would run away. That while this was nice, it wasn't nice enough to endure living with him. But she knew that wasn't true. She was trying to regain control over herself and push her mind away from the pleasure he was giving her, but when he pressed his tail into her clit harder she lost it completely.

She gasped once again, her toes curling, her muscles tightening, her inner muscles clenching down on him hard. There was a split second of tightness and then it all released with a high wild moan and her first orgasm. He hadn't even gone at her hard, he hadn't even pounded into her, and she'd come so easily for him.
 
Raz didn't last much longer than she did though. As she tightened around him, he pulled out and groaned, his seed spilling onto her rear and lower back. He let out a content noise before settling back onto the couch, his whole body tired. He was panting a little and he closed his eyes for a moment before gulping. Although he was tired, he wasn't showing any sign of getting soft any time soon. Another advantage of being a demon. He could go three or four times, being in his prime as he was. And as he stared at her gorgeous ass covered in his cum, he got a wicked smirk.

His tail wormed up her thigh, wrapping around it slowly before pressing her lower lips softly, rubbing them. She would be nice and sensitive now and he was sure that his tail would feel better than it would have before. But then, without warning, he pushed it inside, groaning at how it felt inside of her now. "So...My bride...How does it feel cumming from what a big bad demon did to you?"
 
She was surprised when he pulled out and came on her ass and back, she'd expected him to do it inside as he'd so threatened children on her earlier. She kept her face down in the couch for a few moments, though her grasp on the cushion gradually loosened. Her breathing slowly returned to normal, as did her heartrate. It spiked up again though when he wrapped his tail around her thigh and rubbed her lips with it. She jumped, but grew used to the sensation after a moment.

His tail rubbing her did feel very nice. It kept her arousal up but didn't push it, it was like a sexual massage. She jumped again when he pushed his tail inside of her, her inner muscles flexing on him. When he spoke he turned her face and opened her eyes, looking at him. Her expression was one of irritation but her eyes gave away her arousal. "I hate you," she murmured, though she didn't think it was true anymore.
 
Raz got a small smirk when she said that she hated him. He got comfortable on the couch, his tail wiggling and moving inside of her. "Well then...If you hate me so much I think I will stop my tail and leave you here all alone." He closed his eyes, but his tail didn't stop. Instead it worked even deeper inside until it was far in as his cock had been. He liked to play games with her. But they both knew how it was going to end. She wanted the pleasure as much as he wanted to give it, if only to hear her moan.

"But if you like the things I am doing...If you don't want them to stop then come over here and lay on my chest and beg me to have sex with you again. Its your choice how the rest of the day goes." He put his arms up and rested him head on them, almost purring from how relaxed he was. It was so comfortable with her hot pussy around his tail.
 
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