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Demon’s Artifice Series

As the daughter of an elemental witch and a battle magic-using hunter, Sarah is already a force to be reckoned with. But as she approaches her twenty-first birthday, she discovers she has an ability long thought extinct: she is a dream walker. To summon the power she needs to fulfil her quest, Sarah will need to bind herself to the demon Leondris; an act which awakens sexual fantasies and desires she never knew she could realize.

Age Rating: 18+ (Content Warning: Rape, Sexual assault/abuse)


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Book One: Dream Walker

As the daughter of an elemental witch and a battle magic-using hunter, Sarah is already a force to be reckoned with. But as she approaches her twenty-first birthday, she discovers she has an ability long thought extinct: she is a dream walker. To summon the power she needs to fulfil her quest, Sarah will need to bind herself to the demon Leondris; an act which awakens sexual fantasies and desires she never knew she could realize.

Age Rating: 18+ (Content Warning: Rape, Sexual assault/abuse)

Original Author: Elithra Rae


Lips pressed softly to the inside of my left thigh; his hands were curled around each of my legs just under the knee, forcing them to stay apart as he wished.

I felt his lips part against my flesh, and time slowed, my breath catching in my lungs as his teeth grazed over my skin.

I could feel my heart racing to the point I thought it would burst any moment; I knew what he was going to do; I craved it, and he knew it.

When his mouth could open no further, he bit down into my skin, slowly causing my body to writhe.

My movements stilled when a low growl rumbled against my body. All I could do was whimper. My body was so tight from trying to be still for him. His teeth sank deeper into my skin until I couldn’t take it anymore.

I bucked under him, crying out as an orgasm ripped through my body.

I was still shaking from the release when he released his bite and licked the perfect set of teeth marks on my skin. I shuddered for him because of him.

“Bad girl, I didn’t give you permission for that.” His voice was low, threatening, and rough, and it made my already soaked core tighten even more.

“I’m sorry…,” I panted out. “I couldn’t hold it.”

I felt the bed shift as he got up, wishing I wasn’t blindfolded, wishing I could see him, wishing the silk ties on my wrists let me touch him.

I wanted so badly to run my hands over him, to see his face, to see what he was about to do to me.

“If you can’t do as you are told, then maybe we should stop.”

My heart skipped a beat. “Please, don’t stop, please.”

I felt his hand come down hard on my other thigh, and the slap ripped a cry from my lips.

“Please…,” I begged him, the last please coming out more like a whimper—the slap hurt but in all the right ways.

“Will you be a good girl?” His hand pressed to where he had struck me, and he rubbed the sting away. I felt his breath caressing my neck as he leaned in to speak close to my ear.

“I’ll be good. I’ll do what you say.” I wanted to, I really did, but this man always pushed me to the breaking point, and I loved it.

“Let’s see.” His hand slid in between my legs and cupped the wet folds of my sex.

My hips bucked up off the bed to press into his hand as I gasped at the instant pleasure his touch gave me.

I didn’t know it was a distraction because the next moment, I felt his teeth again, but he bit into the side of my neck so hard I screamed in pleasure, jerking against the binds and his hand.

“Be still.”

I trembled and did my best to still my movements; however, every fiber of my body ached to move.

My throat ached where he bit me, my thigh as well. His fingers rubbed gently over the folds, curling up and down until two pushed between them and right into the tight entrance of my core.

I couldn’t stop my hips from jerking; another cry pulled from my lips. His fingers left my body the very instant my hips moved, and he slapped my pussy.

“Bad girl.”

He struck the puffy lips three more times in rapid succession. Each strike had been like a bolt of pleasure and pain all mixed into one, sending me to the very edge and past it, tearing more cries from me.

My body was limp on the bed, trembling when he stopped.

“What will I do with you?”

I felt him move, the air in the room stirring, but I was still blinded, still bound. When the bed dipped again, and I felt him move in between my legs.

My pulse skipped again.

“Please…” I didn’t even know what I was begging for anymore. I just wanted him and whatever he would do to me.

“Shh, now bad girls can beg all they want, but they only get what I want to give them.”

I whimpered again. I had no clue what he’d do now. I could only hope.

He grabbed my legs, yanked both up, and pushed them until my knees were near my head.

He leaned down, rubbing his thick cock against my soaked entrance, and spoke right near my lips. “You will always be mine.”

His hips moved back.

I felt the tip of his cock pushing into me.



My Alarm jerked me awake to the point I was sitting up in bed, my heart going a million miles an hour.

“Fuck!” I picked up the clock and threw it literally across the room, the small digital clock breaking into bits.

“SARAH! STOP BREAKING YOUR ALARMS!” I heard my mother yell from downstairs.

“Yes, Mom!” I yelled back. I stared at the sun coming through the window. “But fuck… Why right then… Just ten more minutes…” I whined, lifting both hands to rub my face. “Ugh. Now I need a cold shower.” I yanked back the covers and noticed a light bruise on the inside of my left thigh where I had been bitten in the dream. It caused me to still. “Shit.”

I got up and went to take my shower. I didn’t take a cold one; I took a long, hot one and scrubbed myself down until I was wide awake.

After climbing out, I stood before the mirror for a moment. Normally, my wavy mass of brown hair went in any direction it wished, but for now, it was still soaking wet and clung to my pale skin.

My hazel eyes were bright against the whites of my skin, as if they glowed with an inner light. I had no other new marks besides the two bites on my five-foot-six frame, thankfully.

I checked everywhere before heading back to my room and dressing. Within twenty minutes, I was headed downstairs.

My mom and dad were sitting at the table, my plate already there.

“Good morning, Sarah” and “Good morning, sweetie” were the greetings I got as I down.

“Morning.” I picked up a strip of bacon and bit down on it, chewing twice before speaking. “I’m dream walking again.”

My dad spilled the coffee he was sipping on his shirt, and my mother dropped her fork.


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“What?” Both of them spoke at once, though Dad was trying to get the coffee off his pants.

My mother stood in the next instant and moved next to me, touching the side of my face. “Were you hurt? How bad was it? Where did you go?”

My dad had set down his coffee and was staring at me intently.

“I don’t know where. It wasn’t bad, just a bruise this time. I saw the guy again… Well, I think it’s him; he was older.”

My parents looked at each other.

My mother spoke first. “We should redo the wards on the house. Maybe they weakened.”

My father shook his head and replied to her. “We can if you want, Amy, but Sarah will be twenty-one in a week. Her abilities are hitting their peak, and we can’t just chain her spirit down anymore.”

My dad looked at me, his entire face serious. “Do you think he is your soul mate? Or is he a threat trying to trap you?”

I sat back, even taking another bite of bacon though, at the moment, I wasn’t all that hungry.

“The one from last night is my soul mate, but he’s a threat… I don’t think it’s to me. He’s got all this energy, this power that radiates off him. He’s scary, Dad.” My dad nodded, and my mother hugged me from the side, moving to stand against me.

“Honey, do you think he would hurt you?” I thought about my mother’s question as she held me against her side, and I leaned in.

“Honestly, Mom, yeah. I don’t know if he’d do it intentionally, but I think I’ll get hurt. Something keeps telling me this is gonna hurt, but I have to do it anyway.”

I looked at my dad, then up at my mom. “We all know I have to find him to make the dreams end.”

My mom’s eyes watered a bit. “Amy, come here.”

My dad called my mom away from me so he could hold her.

“Sarah. You’re right, but nothing says you have to do any of this alone.

“When we found out your abilities were heavy into dream walking instead of elemental magic, your mother and I set up a network of friends that would help look after you when it came time for your quest.”

I blinked and stared at my dad. “Dad… What did you do?” My voice was a little worried about what he had set up. “You didn’t make any deals, right?”

Deals in our world were normally pacts between our race—witches and warlocks, if you hadn’t guessed by now—and other races.

But deals could happen between a witch and another race: vampires, shifters, demons, Fey…even gods.

When my dad nodded, I winced and sighed, but he answered my next question.

“Some of them I called in old favors from my questing and school days. Others… Well, two were a bit more complicated.”

I heard my mother smacking his shoulder. “David! What did you do?”

I smirked. At least I wasn’t the only clueless one.

“Two of them. You’ll have to give payment yourself for, Sarah.”

I raised a brow, and he continued before my mother hit him again.

“One of the wolf shifters has a sister who has been in a coma for two years, and a curse caused it. They have tried everything but sending in a dream walker.”

My mother got up out of his lap, anger pouring off her in waves. “You don’t send a dream walker into a cursed body. They could get trapped also!”

Oh, she was mad.

“But Sarah isn’t just a dream walker, Amy, and she’s also a full-fledged, combat-trained witch.

“Her battle magic is in the top twenty at the academy plus; she can harness your elemental magic, which we didn’t let the covens know about because she was too strong.

“If anyone can get inside the mind of that wolf and find out what this curse is, it’s Sarah.”

My mother’s energy spiked just before every cup on the table broke.

I moved my chair back to avoid the liquids that spilled off the sides of the table. I grabbed the rest of my bacon.

“So, just because she’s special, you want to send her into some cursed trap in someone else’s mind! You are out of your mind, David!”

It wasn’t uncommon for my mom to lose her temper in a fight. She was a full-fledged elemental witch, and when her emotions ran high, her powers went wild.

My dad, however, was a professor at the witch academy and taught battle magic.

Battle magic was more like spells that wove your energy into attacks and defense, so almost all witches and warlocks could use it to some extent.

Dad, however, hadn’t told mom some of the other things he taught me he didn’t teach in class.

My dad taught me how to break curses; some could be unraveled, some you could break, others you could kill the caster, and some you just had to meet certain conditions.

Of course, there were some you were just fucked with.

“I’ll do it,” I said before Mom got too worked up.

“Sarah! Ho—”

“Mom, this is my quest. Dad made deals, and if I don’t think I can get out alive, I’ll tell them and walk away. But I have to get the girl out if I can.”

She huffed and sat in a chair. She was still mad, and we all knew she’d fight more with my dad over it after I left today.

“You said there were two I have to make payment on, Dad. What’s the other?”

My dad moved his chair away from my mother.

“You have to be tied to a demon for three years in an energy-sharing contract.”

Every moment in the house froze for a moment before the air was all sucked inward toward my mother.

I turned and hit the floor, my hands going over my head, a defense spell slipping from my lips as my dad was thrown across the room. Every window shattered outward as my mother’s temper exploded.


The furniture was next to go splintering and shattering into dust.

I glanced up to see my dad in the corner of the room.

His lips were moving as fast as possible, one hand holding up a shield toward my mother, the other moving slightly as he weaved a spell into the walls to contain mom’s power in the house.


A flash of power went out and stuck my dad’s shield, thankfully bouncing off it.


I was sorta with my mom on this one. Demons were known to be some really fucked up beings. But my dad looked at me as his spell for the house finished.

“Sarah, you mind helping?”

I sighed. I didn’t want to; I was amused at the moment, but I sat up and looked at my mom, lifting a hand.

I twirled my index finger four times above her head and used my energy to call forth water.

The next moment I clenched my fist, and about four gallons of water dropped on my mother. She froze, and the magic she had been using stopped as she stood shocked and dripping wet.

“I didn’t sell her to a demon, Amy. I made a deal, so they would share spells, magic, and some energy.

“The demon will be sure she survives her quest. With the two of them tied, Sarah can’t be killed, not by anything less than a god.”

I blinked; that was pretty damned smart. “Damn, Dad, you seriously planned this. What will I get from the wolf shifters?”

My mom was still standing there, absorbing the new information while dripping all over the floor.

“Honorary pack status for life. You don’t have to fix her. You just have to try.”

I whistled low. “What other deals did you make?”

My dad looked at my mother. “The coven will give you full access to the archives. The vampires will give you safe passage through their territory as long as you give them your name.

“The Fey was too pricy and tricky, so avoid them if you can.

“And for the other shifters, you can mention my name or your pack status once you see to the girl and you should be fine.”

My eyebrows had gone up almost to my hairline. “Damn, Dad, how in the world did you manage all this? And wait… Why would just the pack name be enough to stop all shifters?”

My dad rubbed the back of his head; it seems he might have hit it after all. “It’s the Dark Moon Pack.”

My mother hit the floor with a thud. I glanced over. She was sitting up, but her legs had given out fully.

“You did all this?” She’d been working it out in her head, apparently. My dad smiled at her.

“I couldn’t tell you everything I did, and I still can’t, so don’t ask, please, Amy. I did this to keep our girl as safe as I could as she started her quest.

“With Sarah’s abilities, when people find out, she’ll be hunted. We both know her trials will be harder because of the prophecy.”

My dad got up and walked over to my mother, bending down to touch her face.

“I love you both so much I had to do everything to protect her and you.”

She grabbed him and pulled him down onto the floor to hug the hell out of him as she sobbed softly into his chest.


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Age Rating: 18+ (Content Warning: Domestic Violence, Extreme Violence/Gore, Rape, Sexual Assault/Abuse Violence Against Women)

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Age Rating: 16+

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Age Rating: 18+

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Age Rating: 18+

Note: This story is the author’s original version and does not have sound.

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Age Rating: 18+

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Age Rating: 18+

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Note: This story is the author’s original version and does not have sound.

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Age Rating: 18+


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Age Rating: 18+