He comes to me in my dreams, the handsome man with the deep, honeyed voice who can change into the man of my deepest desire. He started visiting me at the age of twelve; the month after my first period. I couldn’t explain why the reason why I’m falling asleep in class is because an incubus, a perverted demon, stalks me at night and I’m afraid to sleep.
When he comes to me, it always begins the same; I’m standing alone in complete darkness and I repeat my prayer, asking for God’s merciful light. It comes in the form of a spot light and I stand safe within it. A pair of red eyes glow in the darkness, menacingly staring at me, but I know I’m safe as long as I stay in the light. He’s tried luring me from the light, scaring me from it with growls, but I remain within it. Repeating Ava’s prayer became my bedtime mantra. It’s kept him out of my dreams and in the shadows for a number of years, but in recent years, he’s been coming to me in the world between awake and fully asleep. What’s worse, he’s been able to step into the spotlight, handsome and beguiling and that’s scarier than anything you can imagine. Once he appears, I’m trapped unless I’m awakened by someone or until he lets me go. And tonight was no different. I struggled to wake but couldn’t, paralyzed betwixt dreams and reality. I couldn’t mouth the word ‘help’, couldn’t scream in hopes of waking Clarrisa.
Tonight he appeared with scruffy black hair and deep brown eyes sparkling with flakes of gold. Shirtless, bronzed in black silk pajama bottoms, he gave me that damned beautiful smile of his.
In a low seductive voice, he said, “Hello, Talia.”
“Who are you?”
“If I wanted that to be known, I’d have told you.”
“What do you want from me?” I cried. “My soul? Because I’ll never
give it to you. It’s mine until I die and then I give it back to God.”
He is a demon of so few words. He stepped closer to me smelling like clove cigarette smoke.
I whispered, “It’ll never be yours. Never.”
He slipped his arm around my waist, hugging me close to his warm skin, bringing me fully into his world. His lips descended upon mine and I let go of the awake world and gave in to his pleasurable kiss and gentle caresses.
I’ve kissed him many times before in this room that emerges from the shadows; small and dark green, lit with a fire in a massive fireplace. In a great gold framed mirror I see myself naked. In this realm, I look flawless with my dream body of my buxom breasts and curvy hips with a smaller waist and longer legs. My skin is so creamy white and my curly strawberry blonde hair shines like red tinted gold. Exotic was the contrast between us, his skin bronzed by a desert’s sun against my milky white skin. We look sexy and radiant. As always, we look immortal.
He captured me with his sexy other worldly eyes and I helplessly stumbled against him as he backed me up to the canopy bed covered with a green velvet spread on which I fell upon. I scooted away from him as quickly as I could, but he crawled onto the bed and caught my leg. He pulled it towards him, dragging me back until his mouth descended upon my stomach, licking it, nuzzling it, as a beast would with newly caught meat. He spread my reluctant legs and crawled between them. I closed my eyes, sinking back into the plush bedding as his silky tongue hit my sweet sticky spot and my hips quivered from tremors of pure pleasure sparking through my loins. But as he licked me, his tongue became rougher and I could feel coarse hair, like that of a boar, sprout from his hairless body. Patches of it scraped against my skin. His once strong fingers became thick dull claws dragging against my thighs and I realized he had changed into something beastly. I didn’t dare open my eyes, squeezing them tight against the sight of him.
I felt a pointed tongue snake up into my vagina, moving unnaturally snake like and filling me until I screamed.
“Noooo,” I shrieked. “No. No. Oh my God. No.”
He stopped. I peeked through my half shut lids, over my heaving breasts, to see his beautiful head pop up from between my legs. He crawled up over me and I turned my head away, closing my eyes as I lay helpless under him. I writhed under the claws that raked over my breasts and latched onto my ribs. I kept my eyes closed, feeling coarse hair brushing against my inner thighs as he roughly entered me. I held onto his body, now prickly with coarse hair, and I peeked down between us. His penis was long and as dark as a blackberry as was his skin. He was full beast. I shut my eyes against the horror. His hot breath snorted against my ear as he licked it. So unnatural and bestial, but different and exciting, I shamefully began to climax, arching up as my muscles shuddered in great orgasmic spasms.
He yanked my knees up to my ears, his claws digging into my hips as his beastly body slapped against my naked flesh. I didn’t resist for fear his claws would pierce my flesh and went limp has he had his way. He savagely rammed me until it hurt and with one final impaling thrust, he came deep inside me with a loud growling groan.
He let go. My hips fell onto the bed. I opened my eyes, mesmerized by the shadows of wings and claws dancing across the walls. He was kneeling beside me, beautifully human in his pajama bottoms. I laid there spent, ashamed of myself and I curled up, ashamed of my nakedness and praying that I’m not trapped here forever.
I awoke with a start, my heart beating wildly. I turned on the light, trying to control my breathing when I doubled over with a tremendous cramp from supernatural sex. I got out of my bed and ran to Clarissa’s room to climb into hers. We’re not lesbians, but she cuddles with me if I join her.
“What? Demon lover?” she sleepily asked.
“Yeah,” I replied, climbing into her bed.
“It’s just a bad dream. Go to sleep.”
But I stared into the night, terrified that one night he will leave with my soul.
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