The wind rustled the leaves on the tree, breaking the eerie silence of the night. You hugged yourself tighter, wishing you had something more than just your sweater. But it was practically all you had left. You hated coming here at night, but it was the only way to get some privacy. The full moon cast shadows that seemed to stretch the whole length of the cemetery while illuminating your mother’s headstone clear as day.

“I’m so sorry mama. I’m sorry I’m such a screw up.” You whispered, your bottom lip trembling as you blinked back tears.

It had been a few months since she’d passed. The funeral a small affair, with a few of the townspeople coming to pay their respect. But they hardly gave you the time of day. Why would they? You were a bit of a dark horse in the town of Knockemstiff, Ohio. While most girls your age had already snagged a man, maybe had a kid or one on the way, you’d insisted on going off to the state college, and came home with bachelor’s degree and “a mouth full of sass,” as Mrs. Wolfe said. But you’d had to come home. You’ll never forget the day you got the call from Dr. Weisman. Cancer, he’d said. But your mama had never said a word.

It had always just been the two of you; your father being a no-good drunk that had run off barely a week after you were born. But somehow, through thick, thin, rough winters, and hot summers, you and your mama made it work. She’d been so proud of you when you’d won your scholarship; the only way you would ever be able to afford college. But she told you to always follow your heart. And that was the last words she’d said to you that night before she slipped away.

In the few months since she’d passed, you’d done your best to find a job, but it was hard. Everyone had always called you a “rebel,” or “trouble maker” or that you were too big for your britches. All through high school you’d always been focused more on your grades and books than anything else. As well as being (or at least trying to be) a voice for justice. It was hard for you to get to Columbus all on your own for protests and marches, but you did what you could in your own town. Having a one-woman rally outside of city hall to show your support for Dr. King had gotten you covered in black paint as some neanderthal from your class spit at you, shouting “There! Now you look like one of them!”

While she’d never come to a rally or march with you, your mama had always been waiting at home with something warm and comforting for you. She was always known as one of the finest cooks and bakers in town; her holiday cookies being the highlight of the town’s annual Christmas pageant reception. Even though you two personally were not active members of the church, her baking made her a welcomed member of the community. But now without her beside you, nobody would talk to you; let alone hire you. You’d just received the final notice from the bank today. You had til the end of the month to pay, or they’d seize the house. You held the notice in your trembling hands, tears now freely rolling down your cheeks. Suddenly, a bright light shined into your face, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Well, well, well. If it ain’t (y/n). What’ya doin out here so late?” A deep voice let out and your sadness turned to anger. Sherriff Bodecker.

You hated Sheriff Bodecker with every ounce of your being. Partially for the fact that he was a cop. You’d seen what police had done to people, kids hardly older than you, down in Birmingham. You decided right then and there that any job that would require someone to beat up people who were simply fighting for their rights was no job worth having. Not only that, but whenever you tried to do anything to promote civil rights or feminism, or anything you cared about and people gave you trouble, Sheriff Bodecker merely stood by and watched. Only intervening when things really started to get out of hand; and it was always you in the back of his car. Thankfully, he never actually arrested you, simply dropped you back at home. Every time, your mama always told you that was just trying to look out for you, but you hated him.

“What the fuck do you want, Bodecker?” you snapped, not in any mood to remotely deal with him.

“I was on my way home and I saw someone alone in the cemetery, just wanted to make sure there was no trouble.” He explained, his tone keeping cool and even.

“Well, there is none, so if you’d kindly fuck off and leave me alone.” Bodecker let out a sigh in response.

“Come on darlin, I’m just trying to be polite here.” He said, you could hear the tenseness in his tone. You only scoffed in response.

“Polite. Yeah, right. Like a pig like you even knows the meaning of the word.” You turned to leave, so angry and you didn’t want to ruin the memory of the one nice place you had left in the world. But as you brushed passed the sheriff, he reached out and grabbed you; pressing your back his chest and holding your arms in front of you.

“What the fuck, let me go asshole!” you yelled trying to squirm out of his grasp, but he held you steady. “HELP!” You screamed out “SOMONE HE-” A hand clamped over your mouth, cutting off your scream. The sheriff’s voice hissed in your ear.

“We really gotta find a way to shut that mouth of yours darling. Lucky for you I got a few ideas.” You struggled harder but he was too strong. He wrenched your arms behind your back, quickly locking you in cuffs and pushing you against the trunk of the tree.

“You know, you call me a pig. But to be honest, I never really cared about the conflicts of you humans. Just gotta keep up appearances.” You turned your head towards him and gasped, his eyes were entirely black. No pupils, no irises, just pitch blackness that you were scared to look at. He blinked and they returned to normal looking, but his irises were a deep crimson. He chuckled.

“Oh, that fear in your eyes makes you look even prettier.” He played with a loose strand of your hair. “No need to look so scared though. Someone very dear to you made a deal with me to always keep an eye out for you.”

“Are…what…are…?” you were at a complete loss for words.

“Well, I guess a little flash of my true form is enough to get you to be quiet.” His body began to grow; He seemed to grow taller, he seemed to get…bulkier almost. His gut staying the same but his chest broadening to match. His clothes ripping at the seams until they hung off him. His skin gained a reddish hue and two pitch back horns grew from his head. You couldn’t stop staring…he was…a demon?

“A very strong and powerful demon, I might add, little one.” He said, his voice sounding deeper, huskier. Your jaw clenched shut, realizing you’d said that out loud. Your brain screamed that you should be running, handcuffs or not, but you were frozen in fear.

“Your mama loved you VERY much.” He said, almost sounding amused. “You probably don’t remember, you were just a little pipsqueak, but your mama got sick. And there was no one else to take care of you. So, she and I made a deal. I held off the sickness til you were an adult, kept an eye an on you…and in return...” His smirk spread into a grin like a kid on Christmas. “You’re all mine now, sweetheart.” He pressed his lips forcefully against yours. When he pulled away, he purred. “So don’t you worry, darling. You don’t have to worry about the house or anything else anymore. I always take care of what’s mine.” He reached around to your front and grabbed the two sides of your jeans, pulling them away like they were tissue paper.

“Please…Sheriff…no…” you whimpered, still scared at the revelation your mother had promised you to a creature of Hell. He shushed you gently, rubbing his hands over your ass.

“You can call me Lee now, baby. We’re LONG past formalities.” He knelt behind you. “Well, aren’t these cute.” He mused, snapping the elastic on your panties and making you yelp. You squirmed against the tree, if this creature was so insistent on having you, you weren’t going to make it easy for him. But a strong clap to your ass made you freeze up.

“Behave, little girl. Or you’ll see how nasty I can be.” He pulled your legs apart wider, and you could feel his hot breath against your cunt. “Fuck you smell so good, baby. Can’t wait to have this pretty little pussy in my bed for hours.” He licked a long stripe up your slit, and that was when you felt his tongue. Longer than any humans you could tell, and as he just teased your entrance, you knew he was well versed. You heard him chuckle a little.

“Fuck darling, seems somebody likes my demon tongue in her little cunt. Don’t you?” You merely squeaked in response and another smack to your ass had you crying out. “When I ask you a question, I expect an answer. Understood, slut?”

“Yes sir.” He hummed in approval.

“Sir, I like that. Now tell me how you like your sir’s tongue in your little cunt.” He started giving you long slow licks, making your legs tremble.

“I…I love your tongue in my cunt…sir…” you said, your voice soft, but he heard you perfectly clear.

“Definitely can’t wait to get you home darling. Going to make you scream for me.” He pressed his tongue back into your cunt, trailing two fingers up the back of your thigh. “I wonder if I can make this pretty pussy squirt for me.” The feeling of his fingers entering you made you squeal. It was all too much; your mind was blank from pleasure. Nothing had ever felt so good; his sinful tongue, fingers rubbing right against that special spot inside you, the utter filth spilling from his lips.

“Sir…please…more…” you cried out, thinking of nothing but the climax building between your legs.

“More? My little bitch wants more?” He pulled his fingers out, making you whine in loss. But you were silenced as Lee brought his fingers up to your lips, and you could see them shining with your own wetness.

“I want you to suck my fingers like the pretty little whore you are.” You clamped your mouth shut; but his other hand reached around and pinched your clit, making you cry out in pain. He forced his fingers into your mouth. “And if you bite on them, I will take a branch from this tree and whip your ass raw. Understood?” You nodded in fear and laved your tongue over his fingers. You wanted to gag, but having him so close, feeling his extremely warm body pressed against you; your resolve was crumbling. He smelled like cinnamon and smoke and it was utterly intoxicating. Part of you was still scared, but a growing part of you wanted him, to give into temptation. You were tasting sin and you wanted more. You pushed your hips back against him.

“Seems someone’s enjoying herself. You want my thick demon cock in this little pussy?” He growled, the hand that had pinched your clit now up your sweater, pinching and pulling at your nipples, making you press further against him as you arched up into his touch. He pulled his fingers away.

“Yes…please…want you deep inside me…” you moaned. The head of his cock rubbed at your entrance before he pushed in. He waited for only a moment to let you adjust before thrusting his cock the rest of the way in you. You’d used your hands plenty of times, but this completely blew that away. The feeling of his cock deep inside you made you feel like you were burning from the inside out; like fire swam through your veins. The hand that had been playing with your nipples wrapped around your throat while the other drew circles around your clit.

“You feel so fucking good baby. I shoulda’ had you the day you came home, but I gave you some time. Like the kind, caring, master that I am.” Each of his boastful words were coupled with a harsh thrust. Having already been left on the edge once, you were desperately chasing this one. Moans and whimpers fell from your lips like raindrops as he fucked you faster, harder.

“Your pussy is clutching my dick like a fucking vice, sweetheart. You want my cum in you? Want me to claim you as mine for all eternity?” He growled, his own climax approaching fast.

“Yes, please…” you begged. “Please please let me cum.”

His hand squeezed tight around your throat. “Cum.” The one-word order had you seeing stars in the most mind-blowing orgasm you’d ever had. You felt him thrust his cock a few more times in you before he stilled, filling you with his hot cum.

Both of you just stood there for a few minutes before he placed a kiss to your cheek. “Hold still for me babydoll.” Before the words could even register, a searing pain seemed to wrap around your neck. But before you could even cry out in agony, the pain was gone. You looked down and where his hand had been wrapped around your throat, was a small dark chain. Just above your cleavage was a small onyx star pendant.

“What’s this?” you asked. Your mind still reeling from had just transpired. The only response you got was the click of the handcuffs as they were released from your wrists. You steadied yourself against the tree as he pulled out. Your legs were practically jelly but just as you thought you were going to fall, Lee caught you. He was back to his human form and his clothes looked normal. Only now, in his hand he held a very warm looking jacket; which he wrapped around you. Before you could say anything else, he picked you up into his arms bridal style and started walking.

“It’s a collar. I meant what I said. You’re mine now, babygirl. Now let’s get you home.” Your brain screamed at you to fight, struggle against him, anything, but you couldn’t. You tried to convince yourself it was some kind of demonic spell he had you under; really, you didn’t want to. Maybe you’d given up, no match for his strength. Maybe, you just didn’t want to be alone anymore.

He approached cruiser and the passenger door shot open at the flick of his wrist. He placed you inside, surprisingly carefully, and kissed your forehead before shutting the door. He came around to his side and got in, but you didn’t acknowledge him.

“Hey, look at me.” He said, softly. You did, slowly. He shifted closer to you, cupping your jaw and looking deep in your eyes. “You might be scared. But I promised your mama once you were mine that I’d take real good care of you.” He squeezed just a little. “And I always keep my word.” His eyes flashed to black once before returning to the bright blue of his ‘normal’ eyes. His pressed his lips against yours gently, and you didn’t resist. He pulled away, a small smile on his lips as he started the cruiser before pulling out of the lot and driving off.

As you leaned your head against the window, Bonnie Guitar’s voice filled the slowly warming cruiser, lulling you to sleep.