The Devil's Bride

The night was advancing and hence Diya walked carefully through the jungle as it was already dark. 18 year old Diya was returning home from her aunt's house that was located at the far end of the jungle. Unlike other girls, who were afraid of stepping out of dark, Diya was not a coward. She was as bold as beautiful and vivacious she was. Suddenly, her aunt's words rang in her ears.

"You must hurry home before dark, Diya." Her aunt told her with an anxious face. "There is an invisible devil lurking in the jungle who waiting for his chance to prey upon young girls who pass through the jungle at night. It's been said that he is looking for someone to make his bride. He kisses the girl he likes and then she is compelled to be his bride."

Diya burst out laughing as she remembered her old aunt's words and the sound of her laughter echoed in the dead silence of the night.

"I'd love to be kissed by the devil!" Diya looked around with challenging eyes. "Hey Devil! Come here, your bride is waiting."

As she got no reply, she laughed again and walked forward. As she took a few steps forward, she felt an enormous grip on her waist. She looked around but couldn't see anyone. Suddenly, she was pulled and her chest was pressed on something that was as hard as a rock. Diya moaned and struggled to break free as her dainty breasts were hurt by the pressure.

"Who's this?" Diya asked as she could only feel everything but couldn't see anyone. "Leave me!'

The next moment, she felt a forceful friction on her luscious lips as if somebody had sucked her lips in a long, famished kiss. The kiss was as rough and brutal as it was teasing and sensous. Diya was terrified as she doubted that she had been captured by the invisible devil. She started hitting the air with her fists and kicking with her legs. He released his grasp from her waist and his hands slid down to her shapely buttocks. He lifted her up from the ground and kissed her even more vigorously. Diya tried to sway her head. But he pulled her by her hair and didn't allow her to move much. A chill ran down her spine as she realized that she was in deep trouble now and there was no one around to rescue her. A terrible feeling of helplessness took over her. Diya felt dizzy and her struggles weakened. The jungle around her began to fade out from her vision and the darkness of the night entered her eyes.

He put her down only when he realized that the girl has fainted.

"You are chosen to be the devil's bride!" He said as he pulled her shawl and threw it away into the bushes.

His eyes twinkled with an evil light as he looked at the ravishing curves of Diya's adoloscent body which was clad only in a skimpy blouse and a skirt. He fondled her slender belly and dug his finger into her navel pit.

"Ah!" Diya half-opened her somnolent doe-like eyes and moaned for once as she felt his touch on her pristine body and then passed out again.

"You are the most beautiful girl that the devil has ever seen." He said as he ripped her blouse with his teeth and pulled it down her shoulders. He tore away her brassiere and fervently groped her tantalizing breasts.

"Those buds are sweeter than nectar," he said after drenching her nipples with his passion.

He unbuckled her skirt and it slipped down her long, titillating legs. Her panties were taken off too. He stripped her off every piece of clothes she was wearing till she stood naked in front of him. It was only Diya's long, dark hair that covered her marvelously sculptured body.

As he was admiring the charms of her bare body, the moon came out from the clouds. Diya opened her eyes and gasped as she saw herself in the arms of the devil. Now she could see the invisible one and gasped as her eyes fell on his fiendish face. She pushed herself away and was about to run when she realised that she had nothing on. She searched around for her clothes but they were nowhere to be seen. A cold wind blew through her hair and exposed whatever little part of her body was covered by them. Diya shivered. She ran to the devil and hugged him to hide her modesty. The devil laughed at Diya's helplessness. He raised her chin and said, "thou shall kiss the bride!"

His lips assaulted her for what it seemed to be eternity. By the time he released her lips from his arrest, Diya had fainted again and had slid into in his arms. He picked her up and left for his abode. The tinkling of Diya's bangles and her anklets echoed in the silence of night while being carried into the deeper woods by the devil. Her horrified screams tore through the jungle every time she woke up during the night till she was rocked back to sleep by the devil.