Dancing With The Devil: The Nina

The following erotic horror story has themes of horror, non-consent sex, abuse and other dark themes. If such content offends you, please do not read. This is an erotic FICTION story not meant as any sort of gender, political or societal protest. This is purely for entertainment and never meant to happen in reality. If you have issues with such kinks, please do not read.

"Move, damn it, move!" Paul yells as he runs as fast as he can, threatening to overtake his girlfriend Rachel who runs over the wilderness in front of him. The American couple runs through the Irish wilderness, heading to a lone cabin in the distance as they are in the middle of nowhere. Both run for their lives, looks of terror on their faces.

The twenty-six-year-old Rachel leaps onto the cabin's porch, not caring what they must look like as it is close to midnight. To anyone watching, they no doubt look like criminals trying to break in under the cover of the light of the moon. Not to mention how dirty and ruffled their clothes are.

Now on the porch, Rachel knocks frantically on the front door, not waiting for someone to open the door before trying the knob. When she finds the door is locked she frantically shakes and pulls on the door before pounding to wake whoever is inside.

"Let us in! Let us in!" Rachel cries, fear and panic in her voice. She uses both hands to pound on the door, letting anyone within earshot to know they are in trouble and need help.

Paul reaches the porch and pounds on the door with his fists. His hard blows are much louder and more violent than his girlfriend's, threatening to break down the door with both knowing they only have moments to live unless they get in.

"Open the fucking door, or I swear I'll kick it in and fuck all of us," Paul threatens, stepping back several steps as he means to kick at the door. He fully means this too. He'll kick the door down so the cabin won't offer any protection for anyone.

Rachel shrieks at Paul to not do this. That their only protection against what is chasing them is a locked door. For some reason what is chasing them can't get past a locked door even if it could easily break the entire house down.

The door of the cabin opens just a crack where the face of a middle-aged woman looks out. The woman's blue eye looks at the couple from the crack, giving a troubled and concerned expression.

Seeing the opportunity Paul runs forward, slamming his shoulder against the partly open door. On purpose Paul knocks the woman out of the way to get in, not caring that she goes sailing backward to land on the floor.

Paul and Rachel rush in, slamming the door behind them. The moment the door shuts, something rams into it from the other side. Whatever it is slams against the door again, trying to push it open to which Paul manages to press his entire two hundred and fifty pounds of muscle against it.

"Lock the fucking thing!" Paul yells at Rachel, who with trembling hands slides the slide-bolt over to lock the door.

The moment the bolt slides into place, the pounding on the door stops. Even though the slide-bolt looks like a ten-year-old could break it, whatever is on the other side trying to get in stops. As if expecting this, Paul stops holding the door and breathes a sigh of relief as Rachel locks the lock on the doorknob as well.

"It's locked. It's locked. It's locked. It... it can't get in," Rachel pants with relief.

The couple take a moment to breathe, showing they had been running for longer than they thought they could. Their adrenaline is still high, which isn't surprising given all that they have had to deal with through the Irish wilderness.

Being an "Influencer Couple," both Paul and Rachel are in particularly good shape, as having fit bodies is the best way to get people to stop and view your posts. To Paul and Rachel, you have to be attractive or no one will care. No one will look. So they show their fit, sexy bodies as much as possible which they claim is how they were able to get their brand this far.

The American couple took this trip to Ireland as something of a work vacation. Several advertisers told them they were seeking influencers that were world travelers, people that could cross cultures, so the couple thought a trip to Ireland would be perfect. Showing off their fit, sexy bodies against beautiful landscapes was surely a great way to bring in more money.

Remembering that there was another person in the cabin, Paul pulls out a handgun that was tucked into the back of his jeans. The handgun is basically useless against what was chasing them, but Paul held on to it as it gave him some sense of control. It's that control that floods over him as he points it at the middle-aged woman, looking like he doesn't mind shooting.

"Y-You, who the fuck are you? And who else is here?" Paul demands, waving the gun as if some new threat is about to come charging out. His eyes look around the small cabin checking to see if there are any other fresh-faced monsters about to attack.

Rachel doesn't seem to notice or care what Paul is doing. Instead, she puts her back against the wall and slides down, looking completely drained. She puts her hands to her dirty, sweaty face, looking as if she has just been through a war. After taking several shuddering breaths, she fights the urge to cry and tells herself that everything is fine. At no point is there any emotion from her at her husband threatening the homeowner with a gun.

"I be Marie, and this be my house," the middle-aged woman proclaims, showing she's not scared of the gun or Paul. She looks up at Paul, her expression showing she thinks him something to be wiped off her shoe. Carefully she begins to check herself to see if anything is broken from being thrown down.

"God, the way you fuckers talk. I can't fucking understand any of you," Paul complains loudly, continuing to rage. He makes sure to keep the gun pointed at the woman as if she's an actual threat, even when he sees the cane the woman had been using before she was knocked down.

"There's... there's a monster out there. A real fucking monster," Rachel says, clearly talking to the woman. She says it meaning to explain why they barged into Marie's house but it comes out more like a disbelieving statement.

"A monster, aye?" Marie mentions, as if this isn't some huge piece of news.

"Dearie, this be the Celtic Highlands. Home to more monsters than men. From Fae to Kelpies, all here have seen something that was not meant to be seen," Marie tells the much younger woman.

Now having caught herself from being bowled over by Paul, Marie rolls over to move to one knee. She then grabs her cane and fights to get to her feet. Once standing, she slowly walks over to a comfy chair in the corner, not caring about the gun aimed at her. She walks slow and steady, not fazed at all by the two intruders.

"Look you crazy fucking bitch, there's a god damn monster out there. A fucking monster that been trying to kill us for the past day! Don't give me that Irish folklore bullshit. Now tell me what in the fuck it is and how to get out of here!" Paul rages, intending to put the gun directly in the Irish woman's face.

"Paul!" Rachel yells, her high-pitched tone showing her boyfriend that he's going too far.

This gets Paul to stop, but not by much. Instead of jamming the gun against Marie's face, he keeps it aimed it at her from several feet away. He shows no remorse for knocking or threatening the older woman.

"You were at The Grove," Marie states after taking a sniff of the air. After doing this, a look of dawning moves over Marie's face as if better understanding what is happening. She then nods as if confirming something to herself.

"I smell the Chamomile on ye. The only place it grows is in The Grove. And I know ye were told to not step foot in The Grove," Marie says, looking first at Paul and then at Rachel. She gives both a stern look, like a middle school principal.

"It's a stupid fucking garden, big god-damn deal. What the fuck does it matter?" Paul yells, revealing he and his girlfriend did indeed visit The Grove even if they were told by multiple locals to stay away.

"You provoked the Nina," Marie tells the two. And as she says this, she shakes her head to show how stupid the pair must be.

"What the fuck is the Mina?" Paul yells, his anger still high.

"That-that-that thing... is that what it is?" Rachel says, pointing at the door while crawling towards the woman, her eyes wide. Rachel looks wildly attentive as someone finally seems able to provide information about what is happening.

"It is The Nina," Marie corrects.

"What is it? What does it want? What do we do?!" Rachel damn near shrieks, looking as if she's about to break down. Marie is their only lifeline about how to deal with what is happening. To accent this, the young woman crawls on her hands and knees towards the woman, desperate to know more.

"Answer her you old fucking witch!" Paul yells, looking as if he may shoot or hit the fragile woman.

"Oh, you've stepped in it now," Marie laughs with a chackle, showing no fear of Paul. Her laugh echoes about her cabin, sending shivers up Rachel's spine. This unnerves Paul so much that he takes a step back if he knows it or not. But Paul isn't creeped out by the woman's laugh but steps back because the woman has no real fear of him.

"You desecrated The Grove, and now are marked by the Nina. He will not stop until he claims his prey or you leave this island," Marie informs the pair, her ice-cold blue eyes staring a hole into them.

"We... we didn't desecrate anything," Rachel tries to say but from her tone, she doesn't even believe her words. Sure, they didn't trash anything, but they did disrespect it.

"You made the beast with two backs! Did it right in its home, you silly, silly fools," Marie proclaims, finding this humorous.

"What the fuck you on about? We didn't make no beast or backs," Paul says, trying to get angry again as it made him feel powerful. It made him not feel so scared of everything.

"Sex, Paul. 'The beast with two backs' is a way to say we had sex," Rachel tells her partner in a defeated manner. The words come out very tired and soft, as if tired deep in her soul at her partner's stupidity.

"Oh, come on! It was just a quickie. Nothing else. Just real fast... to celebrate. That's it. Didn't break anything. Didn't knock shit over. Just a quickie," Paul yells, not understanding why doing something that lasted less than a minute could turn into this.

"You did the only call it understands. You unleashed pheromones and the scents that it is drawn too. Now it has those scents in its nose... and soul," Marie tells the pair sternly.

A silence begins at this, with Rachel being the only one that looks ashamed of having sex at The Grove. But not Paul. Even now, knowing how bad it was, Paul is proud of having sex and how he performed.

"What... what does it want? What will it do to us?" Rachel asks softly, looking at her muddy tennis shoes.

"Nothing you want to happen," Marie states and for some reason this hits Rachel very hard. She nods once as if understanding the vague threat.

"What does The Nina look like? How does he seem?" Marie then asks the couple, seemingly very curious. She even leans forward in her chair showing her great interest.

"What? It's a big motherfucker. A huge motherfucker. Like seven or eight feet tall, muscular as all hell. Big as a damn garage," Paul grunts after taking a deep breaths, showing how unbelievable he finds the entire thing.

"It's fast. So fucking fast. Fast like a bullet train. Fast... in a way that shouldn't exist," Paul says his eyes widening as he replays being chased by the monster. His muscular frame then shudders from fear of the monster.

"We... we thought it was a man... at first," Rachel begins to explain softly. She says this while still looking at her shoes and in deep thought.

"It was in the distance and it looked... human. You know, arms, legs... like a person," Rachel continues.

"Thought it may have been some hillbilly weirdo perv that seen us, you know, making love," Rachel adds.

"But then it moved towards us, fast. And it... it's head. It wasn't human. The thing's head was like what an alien might draw as a human head after a glance," Rachel gasps, pulling her knees to her chest.

"How do we kill it?" Paul then demands, his anger returning as he decrees to himself that he'll kill the damn thing. That it's him or that thing, and he's not going to go down that easy.

"I... I do not know," Marie tells Paul honestly. Her face shows honest regret at wishing she knew that information.

"The Nina isn't from these lands. Legend says it's not of Celtic land born but was brought here as a curse upon our people," Marie explains.

"In a different land, in a long ago time, there existed a creature made from the gods. A creature made as a punishment for its father, forced to bear the markings of both a man and a bull to slaughter all those that entered its maze," Marie tells the couple.

"Wait. Wait. Wait. That's... that's a... what do you call it? You know, that fantasy monster. What is it called? A Minotaur," Rachel stammers, nearly yelling the last word.

"It's a Minotaur?!" Rachel then cries out, her eyes widening.

"No, you silly lass," Marie says, waving off Rachel's frantic thought.

"But it is the patriarch. Legend says one victim of that foul beast managed to escape and made it back to her homeland, here. Once home, she gave birth to the son of that wicked monster, a child so horrible that one sight of the child killed its mother," Marie continues to tell the legend.

"That child lived off the land like an animal, claiming The Grove as its home. And when it reached breeding age, it would attack anyone that dare venture to close to its home, rather they be man or woman. Most died from such an attack. Some lived. But only one became with child from the monster," Marie continues to which both Paul and Rachel listen carefully.

"That woman gave birth to another foul version of the monster, further removed from its patriarch, but no less dangerous. And so, the generations passed, with each living and dying, and each conceiving with a victim, passing the curse," Marie keeps on.

"What the fuck does that even mean?" Paul blurts out after several long quiet moments. It's clear he doesn't understand and is very frustrated.

"She's saying..." Rachel says, her look one that shows she doesn't fully believe the old woman.

"That... whatever that thing is, it's the great, great, great, great grandson of a fucking minotaur," Rachel describes, waving at the door as if it symbolizes the monster. Marie then nods a single nod as if to give her blessing to this answer.

"You are free to stay the night. It won't be able to enter, unless you invite it in," Marie says calmly and slowly as she begins to stand from her chair.

"What ye need to do, I haven't the foggiest. Here there be no cell, no neighbor, no way to contact anyone. Closest soul is over 30 kilometers away," Marie tells the couple, not unkindly but wanting to be upfront about their situation.

Paul opens his mouth to scream that there must be something that can be done. That they need to get the army to blow that thing up. But Paul closes his mouth as he can't think of a single thing to do. He doesn't even know the number for the emergency line for this country.

All three know that the monster is going to wait them out, as it's been doing its entire life. It's too fast, too strong, too smart. And it can smell them no matter where they go.

Worse of all, Paul knows this is their fault. They were warned there were no cell towers, just as they were warned that this area would be a two day hike, at least. And like an idiot he let Rachel talk him into going. That they could post everything when they got where there was signal.

Marie grabs her cane and start to walk away, heading towards the door at the back of the room. It's clear to see she is headed for bed. That all this excitement has tired her out and she has no fear of the monster.

But just as she reaches the halfway point to the door, Marie stops. The older woman has a thought that hadn't popped up earlier, but now she's curious.

"How did ye know it couldn't pass the door?" Marie asks, only now noticing that the American couple had already figured this out. To this Paul and Rachel look at each other.

"Our... our tent," Rachel says in a strangely strong tone.

"We... first saw that thing when leaving The Grove. We managed to get away, and thought we were free. I mean, we ran so damn far. Thought it was far enough that we left its territory... so we set up the tent because it had gotten dark. But... it came back," Rachel explains softly.

"But it didn't attack. The huge monster could have stomped us to death, but just stood there, waiting," Rachel explains, not understanding the monster's action.

"For hours it just stood there. Then... a... a man showed up, two of them. And the monster k-k-killed them. We saw the shadows of all of it. Saw how that... thing... sexually assaulted them before ripping them apart," Rachel describes, shuddering as the wet sounds of the men getting torn apart plays in her ears.

"That's when Paul got the gun. The men were armed, not that it did them any good as they shot the damn thing but it didn't affect it. But Paul snuck out of the tent to grab it. When he did, the monster raced to get him. But the moment he got back into the tent, the monster stopped. Stopped and waited, just like before," Rachel explains.

Marie nods once, understanding completely. The sound of Marie's cane thumping on the floor is the only thing that can be heard as she resumes walking away. Paul and Rachel watch the woman walk off, neither able to say anything, nor ask anything. And in their current state, neither can think of eating or drinking anything.

"Should... should we check to see if it is still out there?" Rachel asks once Marie is gone.

"Why? You know it fucking is," Paul berates his partner, annoyed and scared.

"Each time I see that thing, I dunno, I feel like pissing my pants," Paul admits after a deep breathe.

Neither asks the other what they should do. Just like neither asks how they are feeling. They've had all the hushed conversations and idea-plotting the past two sleepless days while hiding from the monster. Now each stays quiet as they both wish to think up some master plan, where Paul moves to sit in a chair next to a small table and Rachel stays sitting on the ground.

"Paul... that woman, she ummm, she said there were a lot of monsters here, right?" Rachel asks several silent minutes later, her voice sounding stronger than it has in a while as something like an idea forms.

"Yeah, why?" Paul inquires, recognizing Rachel's determined tone of voice.

"What we need... is something worse than that thing. Something bigger and stronger to fight it," Rachel tells Paul, speaking very slow as if worried he won't understand.

Paul blinks at Rachel, not catching on to what she is suggesting. Knowing it will get him in trouble, he manages to not say a sarcastic quip about keeping King Kong in his pocket.

"What if we summoned some other monster? Something that could come and fight that thing long enough for us to get the fuck out of here?" Rachel asks Paul in her determined way, which warns Paul to take what she is saying seriously or risk a fight.

"I mean, that crazy witch must know of a hundred monsters around here," Rachel adds on.

Paul considers Rachel's idea. His first thought is to yell at her. To call her stupid and maybe slap her to make sure she knows how dumb she is being. Calling yet another monster sounds about the dumbest thing they could do.

But Paul truly lets the idea roll around his head as it is the only idea they have. Yet each time he thinks about it, he doesn't see any way it could work. That it is just a fantasy, lord-of-the-rings cosplay sort of bullshit. That in the end, there'll be two monsters after them instead of one.

"Rachel, come on. It's not like there's a listicle of monsters we order from Uber Eats. And even if we could, how would we know it wouldn't join with the damn thing?" Paul replies, trying hard to keep himself calm.

"Because that... thing... has attacked every single thing that dared to get within earshot. No way it will team with anything," Rachel says passionately, pointing at the door.

"Ok. And then... what? We make the old lady rattle off monsters and how to summon them?" Paul asks, not even sure what the next steps would be.

Rachel doesn't respond as she doesn't know what to say. She honestly doesn't know what the next step should be, but it's clear the woman is their lifeline right now. They have to play it straight or she could betray them. All it would take is for the woman to yell for the thing to "come inside," and they are fucked.

"Paul," Rachel says sternly after another couple of minutes. Now her face is very determined, showing she has an idea.

"Do... do you know the story of Faust?" Rachel asks, her eyes narrowing as she starts to figure out a real plan. A crazy, looney and weird plan, but a plan all the same.

"No. What is that, some Arabic influencer or something?" Paul asks after hearing the way Rachel pronounces the word "Faust." Rachel normally would roll her eyes at how stupid Paul is, that any brain cells he had turned into muscles for his arms, but not now. Instead she dives directly into her point.

"Faust is the story of, well, never mind. Look. What if... and this is crazy, but all of this is fucked up so it doesn't matter. What if we made a deal with the Devil?" Rachel offers.

"And before you say anything, don't sit there and tell me The Devil doesn't exist. If that evil, ugly horrid motherfucker out there exists, which is pure-fucking-evil, then The Devil has to exist," Rachel says, beginning to rage herself as if Paul has already disagreed with her.

"If there is anything that can fuck that thing up, it's the Devil. He took on God for fuck's sake. He could probably snap his fingers and make the thing explode," Rachel says passionately, thinking they may have found their savor.

"Alright, alright. I hear ya, I do," Paul says after a couple of beats. He then holds his hands up in a motion that suggests that he isn't trying to start a fight.

"But, and I'm not trying to be an asshole here, but you got The Devil's digits? Or a secret hand signal to make him appear? Did you manage to fuck him one night after clubbing and got the hook up? Cause even if he does exist, I got no fucking clue on how to reach him," Paul says, clearly being an asshole.

"Plus, what the fuck we supposed to offer him? A promised Instagram post promoting his brand?" Paul asks, his voice getting higher pitch, showing how stupid he finds this idea.

"That's... that's where Faust comes in. I mean, we do have something he wants," Rachel offers sheepishly, showing with her tone that Paul isn't going to like this.

"We offer one of our souls. Then once we are free of that bull-headed fucker, we repent and say we love God, and get the soul back," Rachel explains. Rachel fights hard to keep the betrayal out of her eyes as her real plan is to convince Paul to offer up his soul, to which she doesn't care what the fuck happens after they are free.

"Ok," Paul says, not understanding what Rachel is proposing, but wanting very badly to believe there may be a way out of this.

"How do we contact him," Paul asks softly, feeling confused as he doesn't understand.

"That crazy witch quoted The Nina's legend from memory even if she's a hundred years old. She probably knows a million legends and stories about all sorts of creepy shit. If anyone knows how to summon the fucking Devil, it'll be her," Rachel says with a tint of anger in a loud whisper.

"Dearie, if you are going to be in me house, than you can at least besmirch me by calling me a proper Irish name," Marie says, reappearing at the door frame, a cup of tea in her hand.

"You could be calling me a banshee or hag instead of something as commonly American as a witch," Marie says, sounding amused instead of upset.

"Do you know how? Could you summon him?" Rachel demands of the older woman, not caring if she was caught or sounds like an asshole. Her eyes then bore into Marie, where the older woman sees for the first time that Rachel is far more dangerous than her boyfriend.

"Dearie, better to be taken by The Nina then caught in the shadow of Devil. The Nina will only kill ye. The Devil will take hold for all eternity," Marie warns very serious and stern.

"If ye don't believe me, ask Old Stingy Jack," Marie tells Rachel as proof, but Rachel waves this off as if it was an annoying fly.

"Thank you so much for your fucking concern," Rachel yells back cruelly.

"We are trying to stay alive here. Fighting for our fucking lives. Can you summon him or not... hag?!" Rachel demands, standing up now, showing how aggressive she can be with her small frame.

Paul watches the scene, keeping himself as quiet as possible. Something about seeing Rachel like this takes him back to his childhood when he sat at the kitchen table watching his mom and whomever was her boyfriend at the time argue. When he felt scared, powerless and had no idea what to do or who was right.

Marie looks Rachel over, clearly thinking. At the first sign that the woman is going to go against them, Rachel means to gag the older woman before she can invite the monster in. At that point she'll hurt the woman until she begins to help, or dies.

"Doesn't take much to bring Little Horn into your life. I suspect he's already made a visit to ye, but ye didn't see him for who he really was," Marie says, resigned to what is about to happen. At this she slowly walks off, the sound of her cane thumping against the floor all that Paul and Rachel can hear.

"Rachel, I dunno. This sounds..." Paul begins, very worried. Instead of feeling hope, he has a strange feeling of falling deeper into a hole.

"You got another plan? Huh, Paul? Or is your great plan to sit here and wait to die? Whatever that monster is, it's not going to stop. It's not going to give up," Rachel berates.

"Well, yeah. Let's wait him out. The old lady got to get groceries. And someone has to check on her. We wait for someone to show up," Paul says in what feels like a Hail Mary pass.

"Grow some balls, you cuckolded pussy," Rachel then growls with a sneer, wanting her words to sting.

Instantly Paul tenses as being called a cuckold always pisses him off. It pisses him off because that is exactly what he felt like each time Rachel had cheated on him. This is why Rachel calls him the crude name, to make him get emotional to the point she can control him.

"There'll be no ritual or spell if that is what you think," Marie says returning into the room. Only now she holds a candle in her free hand. It's unlike any candle that Rachel or Paul has seen before. For one thing, the wax is completely black, if it is even wax.

"I suspect all it will take is a genuine want to meet the Evil Father. But this here candle will help by letting Mother Nature know your intensions, clearing away any grace or protections ye may have around ye," Marie explains, holding the thick black candle out for Rachel to take.

Rachel takes the candle, looking at it as if it was a gold bar. She then looks at Paul excitedly. Paul gives a weak smile, clearly not liking this plan.

"Do me one simple favor. Wait till I am in me bedroom before ye try. I want no part of this or is what is to come. Allow me my own protections," Marie says, already turning to leave.

Looking concerned, Marie walks fast as if scared The Devil is about to appear any second. Right before she moves through the doorway, she pauses and looks back at the Americans. There she opens her mouth as if to say one final warning but stops herself. With a look that shows she knows the pair are already doomed, she walks away.

"Come on, come on, let's do it," Rachel tells Paul, rushing to his table, ignoring Marie's request. There she puts the black candle in the middle and then frantically searches for a lighter. She finds no lighter but does find a small pile of matches by the fireplace.

"Rachel, let's, let's think about this for a moment," Paul offers, sounding very concerned as the candle gives him a very bad feeling.

Not bothering to respond, Rachel lights the candle. She brings the thick match to the candle's wick where the thick black candle seems eager to light. The wick ignites and flickers, the flame making the cabin both dimmer and brighter.

"W-W-We, we want to make a deal. And we offer Paul's soul as our bargaining chip," Rachel says loudly, staring into the candle's flame.

"Wait, what? Why mine?!" Paul exclaims in a tone that sounds scared as well as angry. He stands up and glares at Rachel as if the Soul Police are about to burst in and take him away.

Before Paul can yell more, he notices the change in the flame. Rachel notices too, where a large smile appears on her face. Paul on the other hand takes a step back, the color draining from his face.

"Oh, that's not good," Paul groans as the reddish orange flame of the candle changes to blue, then black. It's a color Paul doesn't think should exist as though it produces light, it looks so very dark and empty. Like some weird form of virtual reality.

A foul scent begins to fill the room, making both Paul and Rachel gag. They each put their hands to their noses, desperate to block out the smell. Paul walks away, trying to put distance between the candle and himself. His stomach clenches as the overwhelming smell gets worse and invades every inch of his being.

When Paul was a young teenager, there was once a bad smell in the garage. His mom's boyfriend at that time took him to find what could be causing the smell. The boyfriend then broke into the wall's sheetrock where they discovered a racoon had got itself stuck and died. But more than the gruesome decayed body of the rodent, Paul remembered the horrid smell. How breaking the wall had flooded the garage with a smell of death and suffering, of gore and fear, to which Paul vomited. That death scent stayed with Paul for days, going with him to his room, to school, and no matter how many showers he took or how much cologne he put on, the smell remained.

The smell from the candle brings Paul back to that garage when he witnessed death for the first time. Where what he smells now isn't some artificial scent made from a Bed Bath and Beyond candle, but a smell that could only come from a nightmare.

Rachel puts her elbow to her mouth and nose in an effort to hide the smell as she refuses to leave the table. Paul vomits in the corner, unable to stop himself even if he is on the other side of the room. As he vomits, all the fear returns from that day when he found that racoon, as his mom's boyfriend beat him unconscious for being "a pussy."

"I fucking hate that rose perfume. My cunt of a grandmother used to wear it," Rachel yells into her elbow, gagging right after.

Hearing Rachel say this makes Paul look back at his partner. He stares at her, wondering how she could mistake the scent of death as rose scented perfume. That what he smells is the opposite of any floral scent.

A new fear bubbles in Paul as he knows that Rachel isn't smelling what he is. That whatever she is smelling is unique to her, just as it is for him. That the scent she smells is something from her own past. A trauma or memory that still lingers, communicated by smell.

"Ohhhhh, shit," Paul then says, utter fear filling his voice.

Rachel turns to look at Paul, seeing him extremely pale and wide eyed as he looks at the other side of the room. The muscular man then stands up and backs up in reaction. He then looks around, looking like he may run out the front door, choosing to face the Nina instead of what he sees.

"OH!" Rachel gasps, seeing what Paul sees, backing up as well but only a single step.

In the far dark corner of the cabin, is a woman. This woman faces the corner and doesn't move, making herself look more like an adult size doll more than anything human. Whomever she is, she doesn't speak or move at all, remaining perfectly still. Just stands with her face pressed in the corner, her head slightly raised and tilted.

Paul grabs the gun and points it at the silent woman, his hand shaking. Thoughts of how she got in and what she is doing flood his mind where he finds his finger squeezing the trigger more and more, on the blink of firing.

"H-Hello? I, umm, who... who are you?" Rachel stammers out, clearly worried but not as scared as Paul.

The new woman doesn't respond. Just stands like a statue, the flame of the candle flickering angrily now as it trying to communicate something about this new woman.

With long seconds passing, both Paul and Rachel are able to take a good look at the woman. The new woman has very straight blond hair that hangs down, looking like it is professionally styled. She wears a unique looking top and short skirt, which could only be a designer brand. And more than anything else, the couple notice the woman's tight figure as her body is very much a coke bottle shape. It is by far the sexiest body frame either have ever seen, looking utterly perfect.

Suddenly the new woman twitches, one shoulder jerking up while the other jerks down. At the same time one hip cocks while her head moves to an impossible angle. The fierce motion of this makes both Paul and Rachel back up and gasp.

Slowly the blond woman relaxes and stops the jerking, moving into a relaxed and posed stance. She remains staring at the dark corner, letting the long seconds pass in silence. But then the woman turns to face the American couple.

The new woman takes many very small steps as she turns, meant to make her large breasts swing gently as she moves. They sway and swing lewdly, revealing she is not wearing a bra. It is a very arousing sight but one that is meant to deceive as much as it is to impress. And when she turns all the way, the woman wears a sexy, relaxed smile designed to disarm.

"Interesting Airbnb. Very rustic. Very authentic. I'm sure it'll get a fair number of likes once you rearrange the furniture," the blond woman says while looking around the room, looking as relaxed as possible.

"Wait... M-M-Mary?" Rachel stammers in shock as she recognizes the woman. Rachel takes a step forward to take a better look at the woman, not believing whom she is seeing. But yes, it is her friend Mary, right down to the purple eye shadow and red lipstick.

"Mary? Wait. You mean Supa-Life Cosmetics Mary?" Paul asks, quickly remembering Rachel taking non-stop about her first real sponsor. Rachel drove Paul nuts with that, yammering nonstop about how the company choose her and knew greatness.

To this Rachel gives Paul a single nod to answer. She barely looks at him when she nods, seemingly worried to take her eyes off the new woman for too long.

Mary found Rachel several years ago at a music festival. This was when Rachel was first starting her Influencer life. Rachel idolized Mary as she was everything Rachel wanted to be. Successful, beautiful with everyone lining up to kiss her ass and buy her branded merchandise.

The two didn't become friends but knew they could use each other. That is why Mary was responsible for getting Rachel her first big advertiser for her Instagram. Mary explained to Rachel that the brand had a reputation for not being the most moral, which Mary didn't want attached to her.

Rachel didn't care. She eagerly accepted the sponsor, even if they were not a great company. It was only after she signed the paperwork that she found the company was known for testing their products on animals, but that they went so far as to do cruel tests for no reason, like seeing how much rouge a mouse could eat before the stomach burst.

Showing how ruthless and cunning she could be, Rachel promoted the brand and told calculated lies when asked about the company's evil actions. Her favorite move was to accuse the person asking of hating America, as it was people like them that made the company move overseas, taking so many American jobs with them.

"Mary. M-Mary... you... you are... you are the Dev... the Dev..." Rachel stammers, going pale as Mary slowly steps forward with the same sexy strut that makes her hips swing.

"Oh, I have been called worse than The Devil," Mary says with a relaxed tone while looking at Rachel.

"But... Supa... supa..." Rachel tries to say looking extremely confused. The thought that The Devil set the deal up wasn't one she could have ever considered.

"That was business, Rachel. A deal, so to speak. A CEO in over his head needed a young, dumb, pretty thing to shove sex-laced pictures of their cosmetics across social media so idiots would buy them. You were desperate for any sort of income. Was a match made in Heaven," Mary explains calmly, her voice just as sexy as Mary remembers.

"This... this can't be," Rachel says as if her brain can't come to terms that The Devil had already been in her life. That the woman that gave Rachel her start was The Devil the entire time.

"Why are you surprised?" Mary asks Rachel, sounding confused.

"You would do anything to become a successful influencer, hell, you DID do anything. Constructs like morals and decency never stopped you from getting what you wanted. How would that not attract me?" Mary asks and laughs her sexy laugh that already makes a tingle move between Rachels legs.

"If you are the Devil, then prove it!" Paul finally says, making his presence known and trying hard to regain control of the situation. He still has the gun pointed at the sexy woman, his arm trembling hard to show his fear.

Mary gives Paul a look that is painfully easy to read. A look that states how stupid she finds the muscular man to be. It's a look that one gets upon seeing they have stepped on fresh dog poo. It's so intense that Paul finds himself looking at the floor.

"If you do not mind, I am rather busy, so let us get down to business, Rachel," Mary says, clapping her hands together as she turns to face Rachel again, completely ignoring Paul.

"I must admit, the only reason I decided to attend your... summons, is because of the desperation in the request. I have not felt desperation like that in a very long time," Mary remarks, making it seem the desperation is something tangible that she can taste.

"There's... there's something hunting us. Something from Hell. Something that wants to kill us," Rachel says quickly, her brain turning back on. She regains the ability to think and even points to the front door, where she knows the huge monster still stands, waiting.

Mary raises a single eyebrow that clearly shows she either doesn't believe Rachel, or thinks she is mistaken. It's a look that makes Rachel's stomach drop as it doesn't seem like Mary is motivated to help at all.

"What is standing with its misshapen nose pressed against the front door of this horror movie set... is not from Hell, thank you very much," Mary remarks, sounding slightly offended.

"Nightmares come from Hell. Foul demons of shadow and pain come from Hell. God's rejects come from Hell. But not that beast," Mary tells Rachel, sounding like an elementary school teacher reminding an idiot student about the ABCs.

"The beast that caught you two fucking in its home is a boring, subpar effort at mocking the human race. It is born of a weak, pathetic would-be god combining a human with a bull for no reason other than to make a statement about the two not being different," Mary further explains, waving off the unseen monster as nothing important.

"Where's the creativity in that? The flair? The horror? All that beast wants is to eat and breed, like so many fat Americans. To fuck whatever is fertile to impregnate it with its seed, and eat the rest," Mary complains, turned to the front door as if she is able to see the monster on the other side.

"Then you will have no problem killing it. In exchange for Paul's soul, of course," Rachel eagerly says, motioning to her boyfriend. Paul tenses up at this, still not understanding why his soul is the one being offered but too scared to interrupt.

"Getting right to it. I like that," Mary tells Rachel after turning back to face her.

"Tell me one thing before we start... negotiations. Why did you two have sex in the one place you knew to stay away from?" Mary asks the couple, sounding like she truly wants to know.

Paul looks away, now ashamed of having had sex in The Grove after all that happened. The pride and joy he felt from it are gone, replaced by feelings of stupidity and remorse as he knows there's no good answer.

But Rachel doesn't look away. She keeps eye contact with Mary, not ashamed of what she did at all. If anything, Rachel looks a bit angry, such as she doesn't like that Mary knows so much about what they did.

"For the likes and followers, of course. We have been talking about opening an Only Fans, so it seemed like a good idea to test the waters," Rachel answers, her voice trying to sound calm, like they really didn't do anything that wrong.

"Come now, Influencer Rachel. I have not lied to you, so you can at least pay me the same respect," Mary says loudly. The sexy blond gives Rachel a knowing look before she turns to walk towards the fire place, turning her back on her friend. As Paul is next to the fire place he backs up, not wanting to be close to the embodiment of The Devil.

"That sorry excuse of an answer may work on your single digit IQ boytoy here, but it is not the truth. Not the real truth, not all of it," Mary tells Rachel while still facing away.

"I don't like people telling me what I can and can't do," Rachel then reveals, her voice becoming ice cold. The bubbly and concerned personality she had disappears and a cold and almost sadistic one replaces it.

"Those that try to make me do what they want, get what they deserve," Rachel says slow and in her now ice cold manner. Her words sound dangerous, like she is capable of anything.

"Now you are telling me the truth," Mary replies excitedly. The Devil becomes giddy with excitement, showing she knows something that Rachel doesn't. As if she's already got what she wanted.

Paul stands in the corner, all color drained from his face. But his shock isn't from Rachel's words or her personality change but from the candle's scent. The scent makes him realize something that he can't believe, causing all of his emotions to overload.

Rachel said she smelled rose perfume from the candle, which Paul knows is a scent from a bad memory for her. This triggers Paul to remember Rachel saying how her grandmother wore cheap floral perfume. And then Paul remembers what Rachel told him about what happened to her grandmother.

Paul had felt a great deal of pity when Rachel told him how her grandmother died. He was so shocked to hear the story of how some evil bastard on drugs broke in to rob her grandmother's house, thinking she wasn't home. But when the robber found the grandmother asleep in her bed, he beat her to death with a hammer before stealing everything of value from the house.

Looking at the Rachel, Paul knows now there was no man high on drugs, there was only Rachel. The fact she smelled her grandmother's perfume proves it. She was the one that murdered her grandmother. Murdered her because her grandmother was no doubt strict and probably didn't put up with bullshit. A woman Rachel couldn't charm or manipulate.

"You look rather shocked, Paul," Mary says, turning all attention to Paul. The smiling blond woman stands with her hands behind her back, chest puffed out so her nipples can be seen, hips cocked to look as desirable as possible. From the look on her face she knows the realization that Paul just had. That he put two and two together thanks to her.

Paul doesn't say anything as he stares at Rachel, showing he doesn't know her. That after years of being together, of fucking each other, preparing for countless selfies, and looking like the perfect Instagram couple, she wasn't who he thought she was. Where he did mental and emotional gymnastics to ignore the cheating, excuses and gaslighting.

The fierce, aggressive man that burst into the cabin earlier seems to be gone, and an unsure, insecure man has replaced him. A man that seems to understand he's always let himself be used by women. That it started with his mom and continues to this very moment, where his very soul is about to be stolen. And the most biting part is he knows it's his fault.

"I... I..." Paul starts, not sure what to think, let alone say. So he stammers, looking at Rachel shocked. Wondering if his girlfriend could be even more evil than Mary.

"I don't know. But I... I... I'm done. I'm done, Rachel," Paul states, his voice becoming strong as he finds the strength to say what he needs to say. He looks at Rachel with a look of determination, telling her that no matter how this night ends, he never wants to see her again.

"Oh don't pretend to be the victim, you fucking cuckold. You got to have your dick sucked and fuck the hottest girl you ever had, so shut the fuck up. If it wasn't for me you be another Gym Bro flexing at some sweat stained crap gym," Rachel tells Paul cruelly.

"This is exactly why I have to get other guys to fuck me. You act like a fucking pussy instead of a man. Now man up and grow some balls," Rachel berates, using the same sort of words and tone that has always worked before on Paul.

In her words Paul see now Rachel never cared about him. That he is nothing but a tool for Rachel. A man to twist and mold to do as she wants. Like the filter for her Instagram posts, he was just a prop to be used in her branding.

"Do we have a deal? You rid that beast for me, and you get Paul's soul," Rachel says, turning her attention back to Mary, showing she is going to ignore Paul. Fury is etched onto Rachel's face now as the real version of her is exposed. Where she feels that her perfect plan is going south, fast.

"Wait a fucking minute," Paul growls, no longer going along with the plan. His anger finally returns as he isn't going to let Rachel sell his own murder to save herself. He sees now that all of this is her fault as he didn't even want to have sex in the Grove in the first place.

"I told you the plan, so shut the fuck up," Rachel warns Paul, pointing at him with a pissed off finger and cold eyes, telling him without words she doesn't mind hurting him if he doesn't do as she wants.

"Do we have a deal?" Rachel quickly asks Mary, trying to get it out before Paul says anything more.

"My ass!" Paul declares, marching right up to Rachel, trying to use his size and height to intimidate her as it is the only thing he knows how to do.

Paul gets another shock as Rachel slaps him, showing she has no fear of large man. The slap is hard too, much harder then what Paul thought she would have. The slap stings the large man, but it's the knee that hits his crotch that breaks him. Rachel jams her knee as hard as she can right between his legs, sending the large man to his knees, then to the ground. The knee comes in a bicycle kick with Rachel wanting to use as much force as possible to sideline Paul.

"Shut up or I swear you won't have to worry about that bull-headed motherfucker killing you," Rachel tells Paul, her voice even colder than before.

"Now, do we have a..." Rachel says her voice returning to normal as she turns to look at Mary. But Mary is no longer there. Confused, Rachel looks around the cabin, trying to see where the woman went.

Rachel then spots Mary back in the corner she first appeared in. Like when she first appeared, Mary's face is buried into the corner, her body twitching and jerking. Only now the jerking and twitching is extreme, proving without a doubt that Mary isn't human.

Seeing Mary, Rachel feels extreme confusion as she doesn't understand what is happening or why Mary hasn't accepted the deal. Then Rachel gets a feeling in the pit of her stomach that Mary had no intention of making a deal.

"You can't sell someone else's soul, bitch," Paul grunts in pain and determination as he holds his crotch while in a ball on the floor. He says this knowing Rachel thought she owned Paul and his soul and could do as she wanted with it.

Rachel looks down at Paul, hatred in her eyes. She sees now that there will be no controlling him any longer. That even if she seduced him, he would never trust or believe her as he previously did, which makes him useless.

With a slight shrug, Rachel turns and looks for the fallen gun that Paul had. She picks it up, knowing Paul thought that since she was a woman she didn't know anything about guns. With it held firmly in her hand, she points it at her boyfriend.

"One other thing, babe," Paul says, lifting his head off the floor as Rachel points the gun at his face. Instead of fear, there's a slight smile on his face. A smile that feels like the smile he would get when he was a kid and someone would yell at his mother for being such a shitty human being.

"Hey ugly motherfucker!" Paul yells out, looking directly at the front door.

"Come on in. Bitch is all yours," Paul tells The Nina, his eyes turning to look at Rachel.

Rachel's eyes widen in panic at hearing Paul's words. In slow motion she shrieks as it sounds like the front of the cabin explodes. Wood and dust burst forward like a bomb went off, flinging Rachel across the room and into the wall.

Right before Rachel crashes into the wall, she gets a glimpse of The Nina, having burst though not just the front door, but the entire wall of the cabin. Its huge frame bowls over the thick wood and structure of the cabin, making it look like a flimsy house of cards.

Moreover, she sees the inhuman monster charging right for her. Where it's black eyes focus only on her. Where she sees the huge muscular frame of the beast, as well as a huge, swinging dick between its legs.

When Rachel's body hits the wall, the back of her head hits hard. This knocks her out, forcing the blackness over her as if sending her to a dimension of darkness.

"Rachel... Raaaaachel," a seductive female voice calls to Rachel from the darkness. Rachel mentally grabs hold of these words, allowing them to pull her out of her void. A moment later, Rachel's eyes flutter open and she comes out of her deep sleep state.

Pain racks Rachel the moment she regains consciousness. Pain like she has never felt before. Pain that makes her wake up faster than she ever has. Not just pain, but a weird form of soreness.

"Noooooo," Rachel groans in fear as she sees she is no longer in the cabin, but back in The Grove. She is in the middle of the Grove, with all of the beautiful, colorful flowers around her, not to mention the wonderful scent of a dozen types of herbs. She recognizes The Grove, even if the only light is from the harsh moonlight.

Feeling strange, as if in a trance, Rachels' eyes dart around even if her body isn't able to move yet. Then Rachel sees Paul. His limp body lays on his back feet away, completely naked, his head turned away from her. Looking at him Rachel can't tell if he is alive or just knocked out. But from what she sees, Paul has been sexually active as its clear he's cummed on himself.

"Nooooooooooo," Rachel gasps louder as she realizes she is being forced to orgasm. The orgasm is harsh and intrusive, forcing its way over every inch of her body. The waves she feels are almost assaultive as her body shudders and twitches at the intense feeling.

Rachel finally notices the state she is in. She, like Paul, is completely naked with it feeling like her clothes had been ripped off her. She is face down, her body feeling so tired as her head rests on the grass, her forced orgasm making her eyes roll.

The orgasm masks Rachel's panic at being fucked. Being fucked with the biggest dick she's ever had inside of her. A dick that is literally stretching her well-groomed pussy to the limit. The Nina's dick.

Feeling drugged, Rachel keeps trying not to panic as she's fucked in pronebone by The Nina. Fucked hard in way that she's never felt before. Fucked hard with her body feeling like it's being pounded into the earth. Fucked as if she literally is a plaything and not a living object.

Fear, pain and humiliation run over Rachel as the orgasm doesn't fade or even weaken. Instead it elongates, making her brain feel like it is short-circuiting. The emotions of pleasure are too overwhelming, not letting her think of anything than what is happening.

"Do you want me to take a selfie for your followers?" Mary's voice asks mockingly. In response Mary can only moan, her long moan thudding with each powerful thrust from The Nina as it keeps fucking her.

Mary is able to feel more of her body as the seconds past, where she feels her arms pinned to her sides and her legs spread painfully wide to make room for The Nina's massive body. And more than anything she feels her body rocking nonstop as the Nina fucks her, her body rocking comically fast as it is dug into a hole in the grass.

Joyful moans come out of Rachel, letting The Nina that she is fully awake, not that he cares. He continues to thrust his rock hard cock into her wet womanhood, stretching her out in a way she knows will ruin her but also give her the best orgasms anyone has ever had. Where well over twelve inches move in and out of her womanhood in what can only be called machine-like.

"The local legends always seem to leave out how The Nina's precum acts as a painkiller and sedative. Makes the victim nice and loose while they get bred... like a cow," Mary says causally as Rachel is continuously fucked. Where Rachel can feel that the monster has been fucking her for quite some time.

It takes a bit of energy but Rachel lifts her head off the ground just enough where her flickering eyes see Mary sitting right in front of her. The blond influencer sits in a folding chair with her legs slightly spread. This makes Mary look very desirable as even in her current state, Rachel's eyes move to between her legs, wanting so badly to see that perfect pussy.

"And no, your date for the next nine months cannot see me or even sense me. Not that he would do anything if he could as he has gone into heat," Mary informs Rachel, who has put her face back onto the ground where it gets rocked and rubbed against the dirt.

"W-W-W-Why?" Rachel squeaks out between two intense moans as her orgasm amps up again. At first Rachel thought it was the orgasm that prevented her from moving her arms or legs, but after hearing what Mary says, she knows she's been drugged. That the Nina's dick has roofied her.

But being drugged doesn't stop Rachel from knowing that Mary, rather, The Devil set her up. That The Devil gave her to the beast, never intending on saving her. And with another glance at Mary, Rachel can see this fact all over her face.

"To make a deal, you need to have something of value," Mary tells Rachel simply.

"You have nothing. Even if you offered your own soul, it is so deformed and twisted that it would find its way home, eventually," Mary continues, looking a bit disgusted at Rachel.

The Nina suddenly lets out a wild scream as it slams his hips into Rachel's ass. The monster buries his cock inside Rachel's pussy where Rachel's eyes bulge out as she feels the monster orgasm. An insane amount of cum is pumped into Rachel, or at least that is how she feels for the helpless woman. The monster pumps his seed to the point it feels like it goes all inside of her where she can taste it.

"Wow. He must have a bad case of blue balls. That is his, what, fourth load so far?" Mary asks as The Nina pumps his victim full of his cum.

After the animalistic howl, The Nina resumes fucking Rachel. It holds her hips, moving her pussy up and down his cock with ease. This makes his cock press against new areas of her pussy, causing Rachel so much pleasure she thinks she may pass out.

"Well, I have people to go and places to do," Mary says in a bit to be funny, standing up from her folding chair that disappears.

"Followers to find, posts to like, power to steal and souls to trade," Mary continues with a sexy smile, arching her back so her chest sticks out, her hard nipples showing even in the dim light.

"I would not worry Rachel. You have always wanted to be a celebrity. To do something important enough to be remembered," Mary says, now squatting down next to Rachel's head.

"This is your chance. In about nine months you will give birth to the next generation of The Nina. You will be the reason why the legend continues. Sure, no one will remember your name, but it is because of you the locals will warn others not to defile The Grove," Mary exclaims, then chuckles.

Mary's chuckle becomes a laugh. A laugh that gets louder and louder. Her laugh grows until it becomes a crackle. Even once Mary disappears, her laugh echoes around the Grove, combining with Rachel's intense moans from cumming.