The demons of Ashcroft Manor (closed)

[cnuveau]

Devin waited in the dining room patiently while the rest of the estate staff slowly filtered in. It had been 6 months since the previous owners of the estate abruptly left, leaving them to care for the grounds while it was put on the market. Though many of them thought they knew the reason for the abrupt departure it was never discussed openly. Things of that nature never were. In the months leading up to their departure the lady of the house had systematically replaced the staff that had cared for the estate for decades with younger men from the nearby town. The sudden purge after such a long period of continuity had tongues around the small community wagging and only seemed to add to the lore of their sudden departure.

"I've just been informed that there is a new owner of the estate." he said when the rest of the staff had finally arrived. "I don't have any details of the new owners but I'm told they'll be arriving in the morning. The terms of the sale were that we were to be kept on but no positions are guaranteed past the transition so if you value your job here you may be well served to make a good impression." he started out as he paced the floor of the dining room.

Michael listened attentively from his seat at the dining room table. He was the last to have replaced his predecessor before the previous owners exit which left him feeling his position was in a rather precarious state. Throughout their absence he'd worked tirelessly to maintain the grounds of the estate and the dark tan on his muscled shoulders told of the hours he'd spent at his work. Still in his mid 20s the position came just in time to prevent him from moving to the nearby city to seek employment. Thankful to be close to his family and longtime girlfriend he was keen to make the most of the opportunity.

Though the rest of the staff seemed on edge with worry about their long-term prospects, Marco had no such worries. As a recent graduate of one of Italy's most prestigious culinary academies he was brought to the estate on a 2 year contract. The terms of the contract secured his position as the house chef for the duration regardless of the ownership transition. Having such a guarantee was a luxury most of his fellow graduates enjoyed as a result of their top notch training. Even though there were few to cook for in the time since the family had departed he kept himself busy experimenting with new flavors and honing his craft in anticipation for the next owner and whatever laid beyond his tenure at the estate.

Devin paused for a moment, running his fingers nervously through the dark wavy hair that framed the chiseled features of his face. "Let's put on the final touches before tomorrow and make sure we're prepared for their arrival." he said finally before dismissing the staff to tend to things.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The hooded figure stood beyond the manor, for the moment, just staring at it before retreating to the woods nearby and entering there. She had hated the man who had owned that place. Now he was gone and she could proceed with her plan. As she drew closer their regular meeting place, the firelight guided her footsteps until she stood facing her disciples. Raising her arms slowly, she pushed back the hood that had hidden her face. The robe she wore flowed around her person.

“You are aware that the owner of the manor is no more. Now, we will summon the demons from the Abyss and offer them a home at the manor where they can feed gloriously. Are you with me?”

There was a soft chorus of ascent before they got to work. A few set about drawing the lines on the hard earth beneath their feet. Others, moved things out of the way for their ritual and others fed the bonfire. When all was ready their leader called to them to remove their robes and to join hands. Men and women dropped their robes to the ground and stood naked in the firelight. Joining hands, they began to chant and sway. Their leader joined them.

“Yes, my children. Just like that. Can you feel it? Can you feel the power rising up?”

The chanting got louder and stronger. The swaying did not stop. A light glowed from the signs drawn on the ground and emanated upward in a funnel.

“The gate! It’s opening. Come. Let us feed the demons as they come forth. Choose a partner and you know what to do next.”

They did. They turned their naked bodies toward someone and reached for them, dragging them to the forest floor and began having sex. As they did, the demons came forth from the unholy light. Some stopped to run their split tongue along ass cracks. Some stopped to fuck a raised ass, their tongues dragging along their chosen target’s backs. Their High Priestess was caught by a huge demon and impaled upon his rigid, pulsing cock. Her scream, whether it was in pleasure or pain is unknown, could be heard ringing through the night. Sometime in the wee hours of the morning, the majority of the hell spawned demons had moved on to their newly promised home. Some lingered in the woods drawing from the energy of the sex that was still happening there. Just before the sun came over the horizon to announce a new day, all the demons had retreated to the manor and sunk into the basement where it was dark, dank and smelly. Just the way they liked it.

​

Stacy O’Shea stood outside of the manor, directing the movers who had brought her belongings. Once again, she glanced at the house that was now hers. Stacy had taken pride in her ownership. This was the first home she had bought with the money from her first sell. Her book was number one on the charts. Stacy had been busy on tour for her book and her manager had found this place for a song. After asking what was wrong with it, her manager had reassured her that nothing was wrong. The previous owner had been old and died. Stacy, taking her at her word, bought the house, sight unseen and now, here she was, moving into her new home.

 

[cnuveau]

Tucked away in the groundskeeper cabin, the stress of the uncertainty surrounding his position at the estate caused Michael to fall into an old familiar pattern. When he’d found the job it was a godsend that kept him from having to move away to find work. Faced with that prospect again, he sat in silence at the table doing shot after shot of tequila until finally he staggered over to the couch and passed out.

Some time later a distant scream from the surrounding forest jarred him awake. Michael bolted upright and listened closely as the screams continued. Staggering out of the cabin Michael stumbled his way towards the source of the sound. Just through a thick stand of trees the light from the bonfire caught his attention and guided his way. Just beyond the last clearing Michael stumbled to a stop and watch in wonderment at the scene that was playing out in front of him.

Paired around the fire were couples in various stages of sexual bliss. His eyes were drawn to the dark figure behind the source of the screams and he watched as it seemingly floated in mid air while it ravaged her ass.

“Holy shit.” Michael sputtered out as he rubbed his eyes and tried to come to grips with what he was seeing. He’d of course seen the fire pit on numerous occasions. When the previous owner was alive, he often spent nights there alone taking in the solace of quiet woods. He’d never, however, seen anything like this.

Like a bullet, a speeding black apparition sped past his head starting him. The near miss panicked him so much that Michael raced back to the cabin, stumbling several times along the way before finally locking the door behind him and leaning against the door. In his drunken haze he couldn’t be quite sure if what he’d seen was real or his imagination. Eventually the screams quieted and Michael settled back onto the sofa and passed out again.

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The next morning the house was abuzz with activity. It had been months since the staff had anyone but themselves to look after and they were all excited to greet the new owner. Devin scrambled around making sure the finishing touches had been applied to everything until finally a car trailed by a moving van pulled into the long gravel drive.

“They’re here!” He called out to the rest of the staff before making his way out front to greet them.

“Pleased to meet you Madam, I’m Devin and I’m at your service.” He said stiffly with his shoulders drawn back.

When he met the new owner Devin was stunned to learn it was a single woman who would be residing in the estate by herself. Though in the end, the previous owner lived there alone it wasn’t always the case. At one time the grounds were alive with the sound of children’s laughter. He never knew quite why but that activity came to an abrupt halt when his wife packed the kids into the car and drove away, never to be seen again.

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Through the broken storm cellar door the dark figure peered out at the activity outside. They’d been told that the house was theirs to inhabit but clearly that wasn’t going to be the case for long. He watched with rapt attention as the attractive woman directed the movers the disappeared inside.

As they gathered together the excited, hissing whispered echoed through the damp musty basement.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

“Yes, that desk goes into the study. Be careful with it. It’s been in my family for ages.”

Outside, by the main entrance, Stacy was pulled in two directions. One, with the movers and directing where the furniture and boxes went and two, by the man who had greeted her as she stepped from her car. His name was…. What was it again? Oh yes, Devin. Stacy made time to greet her household staff and still direct the movers.

“Thank you, Devin and everyone. It’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is Ms. Stacy O’Shea. As soon as the movers leave, we’ll gather in the dining room and have a nice chat, until then, please go back to your usual daily chores.”

Stacy returned her attention to the movers and by turning slightly, she had ultimately dismissed her staff. She would have preferred to have hired her own staff, of course, but the real estate agent had told her the house came with the staff and for now, she was okay with that.

After a few hours, the moving crew packed up and left. Stacy, with a soft sigh, entered her new home and looked around. It definitely looked different with furniture gracing the interior. She found her way to the kitchen to speak with her chef.

“Chef, I would like to have lunch in an hour. Is that possible? And I’d like it brought to my study, please.”

The chef who had been busy at the stove, turned and bowed.

“Of course, Madam. I will see that it’s taken care of. Is there anything special you would like?”

“Something light please. Maybe just soup and a sandwich.”

“Of course, Madam.”

“Thank you, Chef.”

Stacy turned and headed for her study. Her heels made a soft clicking sound on the wooden floors. Once she was where she wanted to be, Stacy softly closed the door and sat down, swiveling her chair to look out of the huge plate glass window behind her and the one that overlooked her gardens. There was a riot of color. Birds and butterflies fluttered from flower to flower. Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, she turned back around and started to unpack and set up her computer. The peace and quiet of the manor seeped into her bones and relaxed her.

​

The only thing left of the debacle from last night was the still smoldering ashes of the bonfire that had been built. The townsfolk who had partaken were already back in their homes, their robes hung up and hidden away. The menfolk had returned to work as if nothing unworldly had happened. The womenfolk went about their chores and none spoke openly of the happenings, but the silent looks exchanged spoke volumes.

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In the basement of the manor, restless energy flowed. While the summoned demons had drank their fill the night before, they were never sated for long. They wandered aimlessly, muttering to themselves knowing that no one, other than themselves, could hear them. They fed on sexual energy and when they hungered, they created intense sexual dreams in the humans around them to feed from. There had been much to feed from this past night, however, they were starting to hunger again and while the villagers weren’t there to feed from, the humans of the manor were.

 

[cnuveau]

Startled by her sudden appearance in the kitchen Marco turned from the stove and bowed. He wasn’t accustomed to his employers coming to see him in the kitchen. The previous owner had always passed him requests through Devin and that was just fine with him. The new owner was quite attractive though so he certainly didn’t mind her surprise visit.

Eager to impress her he couldn’t help but be disappointed by her request of soup and a sandwich. It didn’t really provide him much opportunity to flex but given that she’d allowed him an hour he felt he could put something together to impress her. Retrieving ingredients from the large commercial refrigerator Marco got to work on a lobster bisque and a grilled cheese sandwich made with a mix of cheeses that would elevate it to a standard suitable to suit her.

As the bisque simmered Marco made his way down to the wine cellar in the basement to retrieve one of the bottles the finer vintages. At the bottom of the stairs a swift breeze crashed into him and the room went dark. He stood frozen in place as his mind was flooded by imagery that seemed so real it was nearly impossible to distinguish from reality. He found himself once again in the kitchen with Stacey lying on the granite island in front of him. Her breasts heaved with each thrust of his hips into her. “Fuck me!” She urged him forcefully as she clawed at his chest and wrapped her legs tightly around him. Her loud moans echoed through the room as her body began to convulse uncontrollable.

Suddenly the imagery faded leaving Marco standing there confused with a pronounced erection. “What the fuck?” He whispered to himself before he continued to the wine rack, selected a bottle then made his way quickly back upstairs.

When the lunch was finally ready Marco made his way to the study with the tray in his hand. Through it all the imagery remained fresh in his mind providing him no relief from the erection that showed no signs of subsiding. Pausing just outside the door he looked down one last time then tried in vein to position it in a way to make it less noticeable. Typically he wouldn’t dare enter in that state but something inside him caused him not to care.

“Madam, lunch.” He said after tapping lightly on the door then stepping inside.”

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The soft tap on her closed door drew her eyes away from the story she was writing. It had pulled her from the scene she had been busy writing. Stacy blinked.

“Madam, lunch.”

“Come in.”

The voice had been male and that was odd. She had expected one of the female staff to bring her lunch. The door opened and her chef Marco entered. Stacy’s hands fell away from her keyboard as she watched him enter, carrying a tray with what she presumed was her lunch on it.

“Marco! You didn’t have to do this. You should have sent one of the girls to bring me my lunch.” She pushed the keyboard, on its tray under her desk as she waited for him to walk her lunch across the room to her.

“Something smells really good, Marco.”

Stacy was a writer. She was observant about a good many things, especially things or people around her. Marco was no exception. He was a good-looking man, she silently acknowledged and…. also noticed that he was sporting a hard on beneath his long white apron. It was hard to miss the “tent” and she quickly averted her eyes. It was certainly none of her business what had produced it, that was for sure.

Stacy’s eyes flickered back to her computer monitor. She had been writing about her protagonist, a Navy SEAL who had been medically discharged and was trying to piece together a new life for himself. Now being part of the private sector, the man was finding it hard to adapt. He was an Alpha male and had just engaged with a new client as her bodyguard. Her father had hired him for his only daughter. The Navy SEAL and the man’s daughter had already bumped heads. Stacy was having a rough time writing about the dynamic between the two. As far as she could remember, that had always been an issue with her, getting inside the dominant male’s head. She could write the female’s character with no problem. Stacy cast a deep sigh and flipped off the monitor as she waited for Marco to set her lunch in front of her.

 

[cnuveau]

Given that Marco's contract made his position at the manor the most secure, it galled him that he felt so concerned about the approval of the new owner. Having been raised in a traditional Italian home it didn't feel natural for him to have a female employer or to be concerned about her approval.

"It's not trouble at all. I felt it best if I brought it myself in case you had any preferences you'd like to share for your meals going forward." he replied, doing his best not to sound like delivering her food was beneath him even though he very much thought it was.

"For your lunch I've prepared for you a lobster bisque and a toasted cheese sandwich." Marco said as he watched her eyes focus in just below the tray he was holding then quickly dart in the other direction. It was obvious that she'd noted his state but he didn't find himself particularly troubled by it.

Stepping forward Marco placed the tray on her desk then retreated to the door before turning again and tucking his arms snugly behind him and proudly sticking out his chest. "Will there be anything else Madam?" he asked as he waited for any other direction before being dismissed.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She looked over at Marco standing by the door.

"Thank you for bringing me my lunch, Marco. It smells and looks heavenly. As for my future meals. Nothing super fancy unless you're in the mood to do so. I'm pretty easy to get along with and please don't feel offended if I sometimes forget to eat. I mean no disrespect. I just get caught up in my writing."

She looked down at the lunch tray and picked up her spoon, dipping it in the bisque before bringing it to her lips. A silent dismissal of her chef? Perhaps or his cooking made her hungry.

 

[cnuveau]

The way she seemed to dismiss Marco without a word caused his cheeks to redden and his anger to build as he turned and silently departed the room, closing the door behind him. He wasn't used to allowing himself to be treated like that by a woman even if she was his employer. "Bitch." he muttered under his breath as he made his way down the hallway back to the kitchen. As he walked the images continued to play in his mind with one slight variation. Rather than her laying on her back across the prep table he had her bent over it with a thick handful of her hair clenched in his fist. A grin stretched across his lips as the image seemed to morph to reflect his view of her.

​

As the afternoon wore on Devin group increasingly agitated. Stacy had told him they'd be meeting in the dining room once the movers had left but up to this point she'd been hold up in her office. He paced the floor of the spacious living room wondering what that might mean for his future there even though he knew he was likely over-reacting.

For a moment he'd contemplated going to visit her in her office but he quickly dismissed the idea thinking his intrusion might end up doing him more harm than good. No, he'd wait and let his attentiveness do the talking for him, proving to her that he was someone she should keep on long term.

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As evening approached the demons lurking in the basement began to become more animated. The hushed whispers echoed through the damp space as they huddled in anticipation of the evening to come. Their visit from the chef earlier in the day was an unexpected treat, offering them an opportunity to stir the pot well in advance to nightfall when they planned to fan out and roam the manor more freely in search of someone to help feed their growing hunger.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The sun was slowly settling in the west. Down in the basement, the entities began to stir and with their awakening came hunger. The kind of hunger demons feasted on. Sexual hunger. When the night darkened, they would become hungrier and hungrier. As the humans in the manor slept, the demons would insert their influences on the sleeping humans, giving them sexual dreams to feed upon, degenerate or otherwise.

​

Devin knocked lightly on Stacy’s study door and waited to be summoned in. The summons came soon after.

“Come in.”

Stacy looked up from her computer.

“Devin. What can I do for you?”

“The movers have gone, Madam. You wanted to meet in the dining room.”

With a soft sigh, Stacy closed her writing program and got up from her chair.

“Right. I’ll be right there in a moment. Thank you, Devin.”

It was human to think that your job might be on the line from the new owner, but Stacy had no intention of firing anyone at this time and she needed to reassure the staff of that. Glancing up, she noticed that Devin had silently vanished and she followed him to the dining room.

They were all gathered. Some were fidgeting. Some were looking worried and some, well, Stacy had no idea what they were thinking.

“Thank you for your attendance and thank you for choosing to stay. I’m fairly easy to get along with. For those of you that know me yet, I’m Stacy O’Shea. I’m a writer and I will spend a great deal of my time, in my study. If the door to my study is closed, I do not wish to be disturbed unless necessary. I have no plans to fire anyone and you’ll find your pay quite generous. I expect loyalty from my employees. There will be no gossiping to anyone outside this house, outside of my employment. If I find out otherwise, you will be immediately terminated. Am I clear? If anyone doesn’t agree, you may walk out of here now.”

Glancing around the room, there were murmurs and nods. Stacy tipped her chin their direction.

“Very good. Thank you for coming and welcome to Ashcroft Manor.”

Stacy turned on her heels and left the room. Glancing at her watch, she noted that it would be a few hours until dinner. She could go back to her study but then decided to go up to her room and unpack. Everyone left after Stacy did and went back to their work before calling it a day.

 

[cnuveau]

Even though the address was brief it seemed to settle the nerves of the staff as they went on about their chores to prepare for dinner and the evening. Throughout the day Michael had been busying himself close to the manor to keep in the shade and avoid the heat of the day. Now that dusk was approaching and the heat not so stifling he ventured to repair the fountain that anchored the grand back lawn.

Before the previous owner had departed it was a priority to keep the fountain in working order. In the evenings the owner could often be found on the balcony of the master suite listening to the calming sounds of the trickling water cascading down the ornate statue. With no one residing at the manor it had fallen down the priority list of things that needed to be maintained but with Ms. Stacy now there, getting it working again was something needed to be tended to.

Michael stripped off his shirt then draped it over the edge of the fountain before grabbing the shovel to clear the dirt around the pump that had failed the week before. Even though dusk was approaching the warm air still cause his toned muscles to glisten from the dampness of his sweat as he worked.

​

Having left Stacy's office earlier feeling like her dismissiveness was directed at him, the curtness of her meeting with the staff seemed to indicate that it was just her way. Though it still bothered him to be treated that way, it took some of the sting out to know that he wasn't the only one.

After the meeting he returned to the kitchen to get to work on finishing preparations for her dinner that evening. He was determined to impress her and, especially on the first day, he felt like he needed to pull out all the stops to show her what he was capable of.

Walking over to the stove he checked on the short ribs he'd had braising most of the day. "Just about there." he said aloud to himself when he noted how loosely the meat was clinging to the bone. Turning his attention to the rest of the meal, Marco got to work on the potato soufflé he intended to serve with it.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her day was far from over. She knew that her address had been brief and seemingly curt. She didn’t believe in mincing words. Get it done, over with and move on, had always been her motto. Although she hoped she had managed to convey that no one was losing their jobs. Marco, however, gave her pause. There was just something about him. As if he held her in contempt and she wasn’t sure why. His food was excellent.

Stacy had been standing at a window in her Study, not really seeing anything. At first. Movement caught her eye through the lacy curtains that hung there. Pushing it aside, she found herself watching her groundskeeper, she thought that’s who it was, as he stripped off his shirt and setting it on the edge before he grabbed a shovel to start clearing out the fountain’s base. She watched as his muscles moved effortlessly as he worked. Sweat starting to make his skin glisten in the sunshine. Stacy’s eyes moved slowly over his physique with feminine admiration.

Damn. She exclaimed to herself.

Her eyes meandered down his chest, over his hips, One part of her mind wondered how he moved in bed before she shook herself out of those dangerous thoughts and let the curtain flutter down, back into place. What the hell was wrong with her? And where did these thoughts come from?

 

[cnuveau]

Out of the corner of his eye Michael noticed the movement of the curtain's in the window that overlooked the grounds. For a moment he worried that his state of dress might be viewed as inappropriate. From her short address he hadn't gotten a good sense for the formality with which Stacy intended the manor to operate at. She was, however, a single woman and Michael was well aware that many women, not the least of which his girlfriend, were fond of the way he looked. The long hours toiling at his physical labor had left him with a chiseled physique that most men would kill for.

"Hey, if being eye candy keeps me in her good graces, that works for me." he said to himself as he played up the work he was doing to highlight his sweat glazed muscles.

​

"It's ready when she is." Marco informed Devon as he emerged from the kitchen. He was sure in time they'd settle into a routine that would make things easier but as it was, it was difficult to know exactly when to time his preparation. As he'd been working in the kitchen the irritation from her perceived slight earlier in the day had given way to a fantasy that had begun to develop in his mind.

By day he served her faithfully making sure none of the other staff had any inkling that he was anything more than the dutiful chef that prepared the meals that sustained her. By night however, it was her that dutifully served him. It all started the night she crept into his quarters while he slept. Woken by the sensation of her lips slowly traversing the length of his cock. From there it wasn't long before she'd be pleading for his attention. "Please sir, please let me cum." she'd beg as her arms and legs were bound to the 4 corners of her bed and her body writhed in front of him, eager for him to grant her pleasure.

"Beg for my cock!" Marco growled out as he slowly climbed onto the bed and between her outstretched thighs.

"Oh god. Please!" she'd reply, submitting completely to him.

The scene playing out in his head had caused the time to pass quickly as he worked to finish the meal.

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"Dinner is ready ma'am." Devin called out through the door after lightly tapping.

Down in the cellar the hint of arousal had filtered it's way down to the demons causing the activity among them to increase. They were eagerly awaiting nightfall and for the residents of the manor to make their way to bed so they would be free to roam. The nourishment from the night before was giving way to a growing hunger that was slowly working them into a frenzy.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Sitting back down at her desk, Stacy stared at her monitor. Her mind was working but she just couldn’t seem to focus on her writing. All she could see was Michael’s chest and how the muscles rippled every time he moved. Broad shoulders, ripped arms, tapered waist. His jeans hugged his hips and molded around his ass. Stacy swallowed. Hard. Her heart beat hard in her chest. Her breath came quick. She could feel her blood pulsing through her veins. She gave a small shake of her head. She needed to get laid and soon.

A light tap on her closed study door jarred her from her thoughts.

"Dinner is ready ma'am."

Devin called through the door. Stacy’s eyes went to the closed door and she cleared her throat.

“Thank you, Devin. I’ll be out in a second.”

She shoved back from her desk. Her eyes closed briefly as she inhaled deeply. Again, she cleared her throat. Shaky fingers reached out to turn off the monitor. She got to her feet unsteadily. Her fingertips braced on the desktop. A few seconds later, she moved across the floor and opened the door. Devin had already took his leave and Stacy made her way to the dining room. Mouthwatering aromas filled the air as she got closer to the dining room. Stacy stopped just inside the room. The room looked breath-taking. The table was set formally. Candles, on the table had been lit and sent a flickering glow around the room. Overhead the crystal chandelier, gleamed in the muted light. The only sad thing was that the table had been set for only one. Stacy moved to the head of the table and sat down. The staff had gone all out for their new owner. As soon as Stacy sat down, the kitchen staff started bringing out her meal.

​

In the dark, dank basement the twisted souls grew more agitated and hungrier. Sleep couldn’t come soon enough for the humans that roamed the mansion during the day. The night belonged to demons and their needs. They wanted, nay, they needed to feast on the lurid dreams they stirred in the humans. The more sexual energy they could infuse in the humans, the better the demons fed and they were starving.

 

[cnuveau]

Devin waited out of sight while the kitchen staff served Stacy making sure everything came off as well choreographed. When they returned to the kitchen he peaked out to see her seated alone at the table. Though she was single and likely used to eating by herself the thought of made him a little sad for her. Towards the end, he often sat with his previous employer and they discussed a range of topics from priorities around the manor to the news of the day. He wondered if Ms. Stacy would appreciate that interaction as well. Without putting too much thought into it, Devin poured himself a glass of wine from the staff reserves then entered the dining room, clearing his throat as he did.

"Excuse me ma'am, I was wondering if you'd appreciate some company while you ate. We could talk through your priorities, anything you need help with or whatever you prefer." he said softly hoping that she didn't take offense to his presumption that she needed companionship. It was a breach of etiquette, he knew, but he felt it just as likely that she'd appreciate the gesture than she wouldn't.

Back in the kitchen Marco was winding down from the day's work preparing meals. It was typical from him to pour a shot of grappa for he and the kitchen staff at the end of service and today was no exception. "Wonderful work everyone." he said before raising the glass to them. "cin cin."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Everything about her evening meal was superb. She’d have to make find some time to visit the kitchen and give Chef Marco her compliments as well as the rest of the kitchen staff.

"Excuse me ma'am, I was wondering if you'd appreciate some company while you ate. We could talk through your priorities, anything you need help with or whatever you prefer."

Her private thoughts were interrupted by Devin’s voice. She looked in his direction and smiled softly, gesturing toward an empty chair at the table.

“Of course, Devin. Please join me. I would enjoy your company.”

She waited until he sat down and had in the meantime, set down her silverware and reached for her glass of wine.

“So, please tell me how long you’ve worked here at Ashcroft Manor?”

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Far below, the demons of Ashcroft Manor roamed the cold basement. They were getting impatient for the humans to retire so they could wreak their agenda on the unsuspecting. Soft growls bounced off the cold, clammy walls but none of the humans above heard them. Curled, talons grew out of their hands as their teeth gnashed. Patience was not a virtue of demons.

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In the village, the high priestess stood in front of the blazing fire in her home. Her cloak open in the front to expose her nakedness. Her arms were raised in supplication as she chanted. Reaching for a jar that rested on a nearby table, she threw herbs into the fire and continued to chant, knowing that she riled up the demons that lived in the nearby manor. Her hands idly slipped over her own body, imagining the havoc demons would inflict on the inhabitants. Her dark laughter filled her small hut as the night started to creep in.

 

[cnuveau]

“Thank you.” Devin said before taking a seat. Taking Ms Stacy’s initial question Devin launched into an accounting of his time at Ashcroft. Since she was having her dinner and he’d intruded on her, he thought best if he did most of the talking and kept the requirement for he to answer at a minimum so as not to keep her from eating.

As he recounted some of the history of the manor it brought to mind one of the wild stories he’d heard over the years. “You know, some of the towns people believe there is something mystical about this place.” He said, leaning over the table as if he was sharing a secret between just the two of them. “I’ve been here long enough that if it were true I would have seen it but that’s the talk I’ve heard.” Over the years he had certainly seen his share of unexplained occurrences but nothing that would have led his pragmatic mind to believe anything of the sort.

As he looked at her sitting across from him Devon certainly couldn’t deny that the place at least felt far more mystical now than before she had arrived. To him, Stacy seemed to be everything he’d ever looked for in a woman but that was a point he was sure he’d never disclose to her.

“Well, I should let you get on with your evening.” He said finally, noticing the late hour and that she’d finished her meal. “Please summon me if you need anything.” Devon rose from his chair and subtly bowed before turning on his heels toward his quarters.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Stacy enjoyed her conversion with Devin. He was easy to talk with.

“Well, I should let you get on with your evening. Please summon me if you need anything.”

She set her coffee cup back on its saucer and genuinely smiled at him.

“Of course, Devin and thank you for joining me tonight. I appreciated the thoughtfulness.”

She watched him walk away and a quick glance at her watch told her it was getting late. Getting to her feet, she made her way to her study, turning on her monitors as she did so. Hopefully she could get in a couple of hours of writing before she turned in. Now, where had she left off. A quick reading of what she had wrote and Stacy sat back, trying to get her mind back into her story and it hadn’t taken long for her to do so. Lifting her fingers to the keyboard, she began typing. The scene she was currently writing was a sexually loaded one between her two protagonists. It wasn’t long before she became absorbed in it.

​

The demons began howling and fisting themselves. It didn’t take that much for them to get excited. Someone, somewhere in the mansion was thinking about sex and getting turned on by it. They didn’t know who and they simply didn’t care. They wanted loose from the shackled boundaries of the basement. They wanted to feast on the sexual energies and tensions they were feeling. Soon. Very soon now.

 

[cnuveau]

One by one the demons could sense the occupants of the house drifting off to sleep until finally the last of them had succumbed to the night. There was a loud screech that echoed through the basement just before the door flew open and they each went their separate ways seeking out someone to feed them.

The largest of the demons had no qualms about leveraging his advantage to give him first pick. Quickly he wound his way through the halls then up the stairs, following the residual scent of arousal until it came to the study door. At the door he stopped for a moment, breathing heavily, as he hovered just above the ground then quickly slipped beneath the door to find the woman slumped over her keyboard fast asleep.

Like a flash he darted toward the woman and lifted her head from the keyboard causing her to settle back in her chair. With her head now resting against the back of the chair and her limp arms fallen to her side the demon became one with her thoughts. "Yes." he said excitedly to himself as the scene in her mind started to become clear to him.

The demons hand slipped beneath the waist of her jeans then over the faint patch of course hair before slipping inside her to draw her energy. Gradually, he guided the relatively romantic scene in her her mind in a far more aggressive direction until the two protagonists were in a state of frenzy that very much resembled his own.

​

Down in the staff's quarters Marco's hips thrust violently off the bed as he slept. Images of Stacy straddling him flooded his mind as the demon's mouth wrapped tightly around his cock taking every inch of him into her throat with each thrust. "Yes, give it to me." she said before lowering her mouth back over him and letting her long snake like tongue drag across his length.

His orgasm hit him like a bolt of lightening causing every muscle in his body to tense as he gripped the sheets beneath him. "Ahhhh" he groaned out as stream after stream of his cum filled the demon's mouth.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Stacy, unaware of what was happening in her home, finished up her latest chapter before she turned off the monitor on her desk and shut down her computer. Leaning her head back against her chair, she let her eyes close.

Just for a moment, she thought, I’ll just sit here a moment and relax.

Her body slumped in the chair a few minutes later and her mind took a really weird turn or maybe it wasn’t so weird. She had just finished writing this explicit sexual scene between her protagonist and his love interest. Unconsciously, she could feel the wetness between her thighs. Only in her dream, the scene was much more sexual. Seedier and dear god, it was hot. For whatever reason, she was dreaming about her chef. Her chef! She was straddling his body, riding his cock, thrusting down on him as hard as she could, grinding the head of his cock against her the opening of her womb. It made her splay her legs wider apart as she drove the stiff length into her body, over and over until she quivered above him, feeling his seed fill her body.

Stacy woke up with her hand between her legs. Pulling her hand free, she unsteadily got to her feet and made her way upstairs to her bedroom. What. The. Fuck. Her chef? Really? She got ready for bed and fell in, snuggling down under the covers. If anything she expected herself to dream about Michael, her groundskeeper. That man had a body or maybe even Devin. That man was easy on the eyes as well. There was nothing wrong with Marco. He was good looking man, she had to admit, just not the first one she would be attracted to.

As Stacy fell into a deeper sleep, she found herself having another erotic dream. This one not only included Marco but also Michael…..

 

[cnuveau]

The demon found fertile ground in Stacy's mind and even after she woke in her office he was eager to draw even more from her. Silently he followed her as she stumbled from her office then groggily upstairs to her room. It only took a few moments for her to be fast asleep again and he began to construct a scenario with the characters most prominently in her mind.

"I told you! She loves this shit." Marco said excitedly as he pinned Stacy's arms to the dining room table and looked across her naked body laying in front of him as Michael fucked her from the other side of the table.

"I've never seen someone cum this much." Michael said in amazement as he pounded into her then abruptly pulled out as a stream of her juices gushed out and soaked his legs. When Stacey's body finally stopped spasming Michael chuckled "God damn girl." before shoving himself back inside her and continuing.

"Please don't stop, please don't stop, of fuck." Stacy gasped out from on top of the table as her head flailed from side to side.

"God she does love some dick doesn't she?" Marco noted before tilting her head back toward him and feeding his cock between her lips.

The demon could feel the energy pouring from Stacy as she writhed on the bed beneath her. Each new orgasm he induced in her dream prompted a fresh flow that fed him.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The demon fisted his own cock and wanted desperately to materialize so he could fuck the sleeping woman but at this point in time, that could not happen. Instead, he had to be satisfied with feeding off the sexual energy this woman gave off. Stacy, continued to writhe and moan in her bed. Her desperate fingers found their way down her body and slipped into her core, stroking herself while she dreamt. Her hips lifted and fell off the bed beneath her. She could feel Marco’s cock sliding between her lips and the head pressing against the back of her throat. She gave a guggled moan. Stacy felt Michael’s strong body press against hers as he shoved his cock back inside her, time and time again. Then her dream took a sensual turn. Marco slipped out of her mouth and flipped her on her side, crawling up on the table behind her. His fingers stroked between her thighs, gathering up her juices and spread it between her ass cheeks.

“Michael, give me a moment, will you?”

Michael pulled out of Stacy’s body and Marco slipped his cock in, coating it with her liberal arousal before he pulled out and motioned Michael to continue while he parted Stacy’s ass cheeks and rubbed the head of his cock against the tight ring there. He fisted himself and pressed the head against her tightness, pushing inward just a bit as he leaned over to whisper in her ear.

“Breathe, bitch. This ass is mine.”

One hand grabbed her hip and the other wound into her hair, jerking her head back as his lips found the side of her neck. Just as he spoke, he pushed past the tight opening of her ass and slid inward. The tightness she felt as both cocks filled her drove her insane. All she could do was lie there as one fucked her pussy and the other punished her ass. Marco’s cock made her ass burn as he slid back and forth.

“Christ, she’s tight back here.”

He lifted her leg and held it high as he shoved his massive cock all the way home to the root and moaned. Stacy could feel both cocks moving in her body and that made her moan.

“Oh god, fuck me. Both of you. Don’t stop.”

She ground her body down on both cocks plowing inside her. She could feel herself on the brink of another orgasm. Marco’s fingers slid down her body until they found her swollen clit.

“That’s it, bitch. Take my cock. I’m going to plow my cock deep into your ass and fill it with my cum and Michael’s going to cum inside that greedy pussy of yours. Would you like that, hm?”

Marco’s whisper was hot in her ear, making her body clench in response to both the cocks that were fucking her. She felt his hand tug on her hair, yanking it back.

“Answer me when I speak to you, bitch. Would you like both of us to cum inside you?”

He shoved his cock deeper into her tight pulsing ass until he was in up to his balls.

“Yes…” she whispered hoarsely, “yes…please.”

“Now there’s a good little bitch.”

Marco bit down on her tender neck, making her moan again. The demon orchestrating this little scene was soaking up the sexual energy and pumping on his own cock, his eyes gleaming with an unholy light of glee.

 

[cnuveau]

The sound of her wetness sloshing as Stacy’s fingers plunged into her filled the demons ears as he hovered just above her taking in the scent of her sex. She seemed completely lost in her sexual greed cause by the scene he’d conjured for her. Her moans drove him into a frenzy as her hips lifted from the bed and she cried out and came hard around her fingers.

Throughout the day there were hints of the sexual energy that filled the Manor but what he was able to draw from her exceeded any expectation he’d had for the evening.

​

Out in Michael’s quarters a demon slipped into his quiet shack then hovered at the foot of his bed. Reaching into his mind he found the man dreaming of a quiet romantic evening with his fiancé. The realization nearly caused him to seek out one of the other staff members in search of something far more potent. Instead though, he decided to say and try to spice things up a little.

“Tell me. You want to fuck her don’t you?” She said as she nuzzled against Michael’s neck.

“Of course not. She’s my boss.” He said, shocked that she’d even suggest such a thing.

“I think you do and if you have the chance you should to make sure she keeps you around.”

“I’d never do something like that.” Michael replied still shocked.

With a grin Micheal’s fiancé climbed from his lap then tilted her head back as if putting on an air of superiority. “Oh Michael, I need your help planting these bulbs.” He said as she sauntered across the room then kneeled down on the floor facing away from him. “Oh please Michael, I need your help.” She continued as she lifted her skirt exposing her bare ass to him.

Picking up on the roll play that she’d started Michael climbed from the chair then kneeled behind her.

“Oh my what are you doing?” She asks feigning surprise when Micheal guided his cock into her.

“Yes, that’s better.” The demon thought as he began to soak up the energy that was being released.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The demon who had been invading Stacy’s sleep continued to watch her and soak up all that sexual energy. It was getting sexually turned on by her and wished he could materialize and fuck her himself. Oh, the things he could do to her.

​

In the village, unknown to the high priestess, a dark form started to materialize in a back corner of her small hut. She lay on her eating table in front of roaring fire, fingering herself as the firelight flickered off the walls around her. The dark form behind her moved in her direction and as it did, it started to take on a corporeal form. It was demon. A rather large one. As the woman lay back on the wooden surface, legs splayed wide apart with her eyes closed, she neither saw or felt the demon’s approach. Her hands were ripped from her body as she felt herself being jerked toward the end of the table accompanied by a deep, hungry, feral growl. His talons wrapped around each leg to hold her wide open as her eyes jerked open with surprise but before she could do or say anything, she found herself impaled upon his massive, erect cock. His face loomed over her own as he began to fuck her in a raw, primal way. His tongue snaked into her mouth as he plunged deep into her body. The woman moaned on his tongue, causing the demon to laugh.

“You’ll do more than moan on my tongue before this night is through, Priestess. You serve me and I will fuck you however I wish to and even when you can’t fuck any longer, you will. I will feed upon your sexual energy until I have drained you.”

​

In her dreams Michael and Marco took turns with her. They would switch places so that Michael was fucking her ass while Marco yanked her head back and bumped the head of his cock against her lips.

“Open your mouth, bitch. I plan on cumming down your throat.”

When Stacy resisted, Marco grabbed her jaw and squeezed.

“I said, open your mouth, bitch. Now.”

Stacy’s mouth reluctantly opened and Marco shoved his cock inside it and started pumping along her tongue. He moaned as he held the back of her head in place.

“Oh god… that’s it. Suck my cock, bitch.”

Stacy’s lips closed around his cock and she started to suck. Marco pumped himself deeper down her throat.

Michael, planted firmly and deeply inside Stacy’s ass, was watching Marco fuck her mouth and it made him even harder, if that was possible. The tightness of Stacy’s ass was pulsing around him, pulling him deeper into her hot, tight, recess.

“God, Stacy… your ass is magnificent. I could fuck it every night.”

Marco chuckled.

“We can make that happen, Michael. Let’s flip her.”

The two men withdrew just long enough to flip Stacy to her back. Marco pulled her head to the edge of the bed until it hung slightly over.

“Open,” he growled.

Stacy obediently opened her mouth again and Marco was shoving his cock down her throat. Michel lifted Stacy’s legs to his shoulders and guided his cock back into her ass. Shoving in until he was balls deep. There was a dual moan. One on an earthly plane from Michael and one from another realm from the demon that drove her dreams. As the demon clenched himself, once more he wished he could actually fuck Stacy himself.

He stilled. Maybe he could.

 

[cnuveau]

The screams of sweet agony from the high priestess could be heard echoing through the empty streets of the village for over an hour before she finally fell silent. Inside the hut the demon rolled the spent woman onto her stomach. Her toes brushed against the rough wooden floors as her limp legs dangled from the edge of her dining table.

"I'm not through with you yet!" the demon hissed as he forced himself into her tight ass after stretching her pussy past the point of usefulness.

Barely conscious the high priestess could only manage an occasional grunt as the demon began to slam hard into her ass. Each thrust sent a wave of rippling flesh along her ass as he pounded her limp body. She was long past being responsive to the assault but he cared little about that. The energy she'd fed him with hand sent him into a frenzy and only one thing was going to quench it. "Fuck yes!" the demon groaned out as the sounds of his body slapping into hers echoed through the hut. Another groan from him joined the chorus when he finally reached his breaking point.

The demon's back hunched and he began to quake as he pumped the priestess full of cum. Streams of his seed leaked from around his cock then poured onto the floor beneath her before he finally fell still. When he withdrew from her another fresh flood of cum leaked from her limp body as she let out one final groan than fell unconscious. With a flourish, the demon devolved into a dark wisp then darted into the darkness of the night.

​

Throughout her dream Stacy's body rolled on the bed assuming the physical position of the action that was playing out in her dreams. The energy she'd released was far more than the demon had expected, certainly enough to allow him to take on a far more participatory role.

With Stacy's night shirt hiked up to the middle of her stomach and her legs spread wide for him, the demon climbed onto the bed then traced the head of his cock along her soaking folds. Careful to time his movements with those of her dream he moved Michael from her ass then thrust into her in time with Michael's cock driving deep into her pussy allowing the physical sensation to match that of her dream.