Once upon a time, there was a little girl

                                        

                                              
It was the same nightmare that stalked her dreams these last weeks leading up to her twenty second birthday. Ruby Sanguine was trapped in a nightmare where a demon wolf chased her through a demented forest, the gnarled trees as threatening as the snarl of the unseen monster. She ran through the forest, the delicate fabric of her red dress catching on the sharp branches and tearing. Despite having grown up in this forest, it suddenly seemed dark and sinister and evil. Ruby fought her way through, knowing that if she stopped running, he was going to catch her, the crazed wolf that chased her. The worst of it was that part of Ruby yearned to be caught, to let the primal wolf have her. He’d kill her and so the rational part of her drove her feet onwards, ignoring the pain of the cuts that tore at her bare feet. 
                              
She stumbled into an old garden pathway, the once pristine limestone green and grime covered with disuse. Ruby’s bloody feet slipped and skidded on the slick surfaces and nearly collapsed over a high stone table. The benches had fallen to pieces and yet the table looked study as if it had just been constructed. She sobbed in pain and terror as she heard snarling near-by and screamed when warm hands suddenly grabbed her arms. 
                              
“Shhh easy girl, Ise just a huntsman. Youse alright Kor.” The man’s rough language soothed as Ruby sobbed into his chest. But something was wrong. Her fingers weren’t feeling the rough homespun a huntsman should be wearing, but instead felt the luxurious silkiness of wolf’s pelt. She opened her eyes and looked up at the huntsman and couldn’t see his face. 
                              
“I’ve got you.” The false hunter’s brogue fell away and a cultured voice replaced it. 
                              
“No.” Ruby softly wept, but didn’t fight. 
                              
“Yes.” He breathed, the warm breath smelling like cinnamon and ash. Then his mouth claimed hers, the wolf pelt he wore over his shoulders morphing to reveal a wolf man holding her tight. He was fierce and mighty and terrifying and Ruby tried to push her way free. 
                              
The wolf man let her turn and pressed her against the stone table, gnarled claws tearing through the delicate fabric of her dress until her bared her to his rampant arousal. He pinned her in place with one powerful, deadly clawed hand and the other dropped low to push a sharp claw between her legs, testing her body. Ruby wailed and shuddered, disturbed at how the violation still made her body pulse with excitement, for as his rough claws hurt and terrified her, having him push a curious digit inside her made her moan. The wolf man chuckled a horrible sound at her dismayed sounds of enjoyment and wiggled the finger trapped inside her just to see her jerk and hear her whimper. He pulled the claw out, braced himself behind her and just when Ruby braced for his painful penetration-
                              
Ruby jerked awake, sweating and shaking and scared. It was that cursed nightmare again and she felt like using forbidden language or throwing her shoe across the room. It left her feeling jangled and unnerved and made her stomach ache and her body throb. She’d been moodier and more mercurial than ever as her twenty second birthday approached and these nightmares stalked her every sleeping moment. She even had visions of it when she day dreamed sometimes, there was no reprieve. Groaning she threw aside the covers of her bed and walked to the bathroom, knowing that she should have anticipated the nightmare for today of all days. It was her birthday, finally, according to the traditions of her family, she was a woman. An adult to be treated with respect and given the duties of a citizen.
                              
But Ruby Sanguine’s family had a secret that none in their prospering city could guess at. They hadn’t always been human.
                              
“Ruby darling, take a seat.” Her lovely grandmother requested. Having no reason to object, even with her foul mood, Ruby sat down and waited. “Right around the time that the human civilization was enjoying Celtic gods and pestilence, the first Sanguine woman was clawing her way out of hell. My child, we are descendants of a succubus who bartered her way free of damnation.” Garnet Sanguine told her only family their terrible secret. 
                              
Ruby listened as she learned that there would never be a normal husband and sons in her future, that all her childish fantasies would never have a chance to come true. Because the demons her great ancestor escaped were always trying to bring the family back into the fold. But so far, the Sanguine women had all stayed strong, a stubbornness breeding true for every generation. When the demons came, every year on their birthday once they were adults, the women were constantly under bombardment. Ruby’s own mother, Scarlett, had disappeared on her twenty fifth birthday, when Ruby was only two years old. There are moments when Ruby even fantasizes about remembering her mother’s laugh. And there was never a clue to which man her father had been. It didn’t matter, it had been her and grandmother always. 
                              
But now it was Ruby’s turn to face the oncoming Hunt. It was her birthday. She tried to shrug off the sense of apocalypse that floated around her as she started to draw a hot bath to soak in. She needed the clarity and soothing calm of the hot water. The nightmare still plagued her mind and her nerves were electrified with frustrated need and a sense of doom.
                              
Ruby wondered what it would be like when her darkling came for her. Grandmother had made it sound so terrible, but if Ruby’s mother had chosen to stay, then it couldn’t be all that bad. She lay in her bath and played with her curly hair floating in the water. Everyone always remarked that although her name was Ruby, her hair was every shade of red possible, not just the hue of her moniker. Ruby knew she was a striking figure, with her russet locks floating in the water like a bloody halo and her pale skin perfect under the water, it would be hard for any man to not want her. The curls low on the front of her body were soft and silken, kept tidy and short and a paler, almost cute nest between her legs. Ruby washed her toned thighs and wondered if her demon tempter would be pale like she was, or swarthy and dark? She smoothed her hair in the water, running it along her body and feeling her tight breasts perk under the light touch. Her nipples were pale until they blushed with excitement and Ruby couldn’t help but wonder if her possible demon would be a fighter or a lover; and if lover: he would enjoy her perky but not large breasts, or would he be disappointed in how small they were.
                              
She chewed on her bottom lip, sucking it in and rolling it with her teeth while her finger lightly traced around her nipple, feeling the hard to see line of the areola. It seemed almost unavoidable that she be aroused, the need built and the fear felt demanding a release. She hoped that he wasn’t one of those large breast loving men. If she was going to be tempted, she wanted her lover to take advantage of how sensitive her nipples were. She wondered if he would suckle on them, biting and teasing her nipples with his fingers and teeth. Or would he wish she were one of those large, buxom women so he could press her breasts together and let him thrust his greedy cock between them? Gently Ruby’s hand drifted to lightly caress the silken curls between her legs. Her fingers with their perfectly trimmed nails stopped tracing around her nipple and she pinched herself, moaning lightly as the action made her body moisten and tighten down low. Her fingers stopped weakly stroking the curls and started to smooth across her clitoris and she moaned again.
                              
She hoped her demon would be a man that wanted to have lots of foreplay. She was a virgin and a little concerned over sex, but secretly she was anticipating the pleasures he was going to torment her with. Ruby’s hand started to stroke herself in quicker and stronger swirls and her hips bucked weakly as her body started to swell and throb with a building need.
                              
Ruby’s knees pressed against the confining walls of the bathtub she soaked in, legs wanting to spread wide to invite in the thrusting body of a lover that was only in her head. Her sharp nailed fingers traced useless letters into the nub of her arousal and her other hand left off at teasing her own nipple and dipped under the water to join the other hand between her legs. The water of the bath swished and swirled, adding to the sensation building her orgasm higher as she pushed a fingertip inside, pushing and stretching while her muscles clenched, trying to draw in a cock deeper, harder. But it was just her useless finger and she moaned in frustration, pushing a second finger in and gasping as her body started to jerk and pulse, the orgasm hitting before she expected.
                              
Ruby lay back, letting the hot water and afterglow relax her muscles, languidly scrubbing herself clean and getting out to prepare for the day. The release her fingering gave her pushed the nightmare and warning doom aside and she dressed for the day, never realizing that the red dress her grandmother had given her for her birthday was the same one she’d been wearing in the dream.
                              
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