The creature that wore Askra's stolen skin slipped into the silent house like a shadow given flesh. The village outside was dead quiet, no dogs barking, no distant voices—only the heavy, unnatural stillness that always followed its kind. It moved through the dark hallway on bare feet that made soft, wet clicking sounds, joints loose beneath the ill-fitting human suit. The girl's room smelled of jasmine soap and innocent sleep. She lay on her back, one slender arm draped across her pillow, wearing nothing but a thin white nightie that barely reached mid-thigh. Nineteen years old. Soft, untouched skin. The real Askra had once smiled at her from across the fields.
The creature paused at the edge of the bed, head tilting too far to the side. Milky-white eyes glowed faintly in the darkness, devoid of pupils or mercy. A thick string of black saliva dripped from its slightly open mouth onto the floor. Then it struck.
Its clawed hand shot forward and clamped over her mouth just as she began to stir. Her eyes flew open in panic. Before she could draw breath to scream, the creature ripped her nightie apart with one savage tug. The fabric tore like paper, exposing her young breasts and smooth belly. She thrashed wildly, but its strength was inhuman. It shoved her down hard into the mattress, its other hand already forcing her legs apart.
"Shhh…" it rasped in a voice that was half-Askra, half something gurgling and wet from deep inside a hollow throat.
She tried to bite the hand over her mouth. Instead, the creature rammed its thick, throbbing cock straight between her lips, forcing it deep into her throat in one brutal thrust. Her eyes bulged in shock and agony. The shaft was unnaturally large, veined, and burning hot, stretching her jaw painfully wide. She gagged violently, choking as it hit the back of her throat again and again. Thick tears rolled down her cheeks while the creature fucked her face with merciless rhythm, its hips slamming forward, heavy balls slapping against her chin. Blackish fluid leaked from the tip, tasting foul and metallic, making her stomach churn.
For several long minutes it used her mouth like a toy, gripping her hair in clumps, pulling her head back and forth. Her throat convulsed around the invading flesh. She couldn't breathe. Her vision started to blur. Just when she felt she would pass out, it yanked out, strings of saliva and dark precum connecting her gasping lips to its glistening cock.
She tried to scream then—but the creature flipped her onto her stomach and mounted her from behind in one violent motion. It spread her legs wide, exposing her virgin pussy, and drove into her with a single savage thrust. She was dry from terror. The pain was blinding. It felt like she was being split open by a burning iron rod. A raw, broken cry tore from her throat before the creature clamped its hand over her mouth again, muffling her.
It began to fuck her brutally.
Each thrust was deep, punishing, animalistic. Its hips slammed against her ass with wet, obscene smacks that echoed in the small room. The creature's claws dug into her soft hips, drawing blood as it pulled her back onto its cock again and again. Her tight walls stretched painfully around the thick shaft, tearing slightly at the force. Blood trickled down her thighs, mixing with the creature's dark precum.
It leaned over her, its rotting breath hot against her neck. Then it bit down—hard. Teeth sank into the soft flesh of her shoulder, breaking skin. She screamed into its palm as it tore at her, marking her like an animal. It moved to her neck, biting and sucking, leaving deep purple bruises and bloody punctures. Its claws raked down her back, leaving long, red gashes. It reached underneath, grabbing her swinging breasts, squeezing them viciously, pinching and twisting her nipples until they bled.
The creature flipped her onto her back without pulling out. Now face to face with the horror, she saw the truth. Askra's skin was slipping at the neck, revealing glimpses of the faceless void beneath—black emptiness leaking pus and dark blood. Its white eyes stared down at her with cold hunger as it pounded into her ruined pussy harder. It lowered its head and bit her left nipple, tearing at the sensitive bud. She arched in agony, fresh sobs wracking her body. The creature licked the blood from her breast, then moved to the right one, biting even harder.
It fucked her like that for what felt like hours—relentless, tireless. Changing positions again and again. It put her legs over its shoulders, folding her in half, driving even deeper. The head of its cock battered against her cervix with every thrust, sending fresh waves of nauseating pain through her core. It marked every inch of her: claws raking her thighs, leaving deep scratches on the pale skin; teeth sinking into her breasts, stomach, and inner thighs; bloody hickeys blooming across her neck and shoulders.
By the third hour, she was barely conscious, her voice hoarse from screaming. Yet the creature kept going. Its cock never softened. When it finally came the first time, it buried itself to the hilt and unleashed a torrent of burning, thick seed deep inside her womb. The volume was unnatural—far too much—flooding her pussy and spilling out around the shaft in sticky blackish-white rivulets. Her belly swelled slightly from the sheer amount. The liquid felt like acid, stinging her torn insides.
It didn't stop.
It kept fucking her through its own orgasm, using its cum as lubricant for even harder thrusts. The second climax came thirty minutes later, this time while she was riding it against her will, forced up and down on its lap. The third while she was on her side, one leg lifted high. The fourth with her pressed against the wall, legs wrapped around its waist as it impaled her standing up. Each load was heavier than the last, leaking down her legs, soaking the bed completely.
The creature bit her everywhere during these hours—shoulders, breasts, neck, backside, even the soft flesh of her ass cheeks. Deep bite marks covered her body like a grotesque map of ownership. Her once-beautiful skin was now a canvas of bruises, scratches, blood, and semen.
The fifth orgasm came while it took her from behind again, claws digging into her hips hard enough to draw fresh blood. It growled—low, inhuman—emptying another massive load into her overflowing pussy.
The sixth and final one happened near dawn. The creature had her on her back once more, legs spread obscenely wide. It stared into her broken, tear-filled eyes as it pounded her with the last of its demonic stamina. When it came, its entire body shuddered violently. For a few terrifying seconds, Askra's face slipped completely—revealing the gaping, faceless hole leaking pus and darkness—before the skin settled back into place.
It finally pulled out with a wet pop. Thick, dark cum poured from her destroyed pussy in heavy gushes, mixing with her blood on the ruined sheets. She lay there twitching, eyes glassy, body covered head to toe in marks of violence. Her breasts were swollen and bloody, nipples torn. Her thighs and neck looked like they had been mauled by a wild animal. Her belly felt bloated from the sheer volume of demonic seed pumped inside her.
The creature stood over her for a long moment, breathing heavily, white eyes glowing. It dragged one bloody claw slowly across her swollen lower abdomen, pressing down just enough for her to feel something shift inside.
Then it leaned close and whispered in that wet, gurgling voice:
"We are inside you now… all of us."
It turned and left the room, disappearing into the village darkness, leaving the broken girl whimpering on her blood-and-cum-soaked bed.
Something was already beginning to move in her womb.