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You awoke from a dreamless sleep. You had been tossing and turning, thrashing in your bed as you had rested but now... Now you were frozen.
You've heard of this before, sleep paralysis. You tell yourself, reassuring your mind that this is a common, albeit unsettling, experience. That's why you can't move, That's why...
"Shhhh...." a voice, calls you from your thoughts, “Shhh, my dear,” it rumbles softly, distinctly male, deep and gravelly, like rocks grinding together. “No need to panic. You've finally become aware of my presence.” The words hang in the air, followed by a deep, resonant chuckle that vibrates through the room.
“I've been watching you, quite intensely for the past couple of months.” the strange voice continues. Its tone both unsettling and mesmerizing. "I've been that shadow lurking in the corners of your dreams, The ones you've been afraid to tell anyone about. The ones where you submit to your lustful need.”
Your brows furrow in confusion and fear as you remain ensnared, your body utterly limp and powerless as you lie in your bed.
“You don't remember but you were calling out my name in them. That's why I've become interested that's why I've just watched you for days and days instead of just taking you, as creatures as I tend to do. I usually don't discriminate, my dear, but oh my, you were a special case. It doesn't happen often but sometimes creatures like me can find a human tailored to their needs.”
‘Creatures like me?’ you think to yourself, what did that even mean?
‘This is all just a dream,’ you remind yourself, you've been watching too many silly movies. ‘It'll be over soon’ - you tell yourself as the voice continues.
The voice chuckles at you once more, as if hearing your thoughts. “You poor thing.” it spoke in almost a mocking manner. “
"Your dreams have shown me so much, how you've longed for someone special. Someone special to touch you." The voice seems to savour each word. "But no, you don’t want just anyone. You deny yourself your most carnal desires."
The voice draws nearer, its presence palpable. You can feel the mattress beneath you yield and depress, the weight of whoever - or whatever - has joined you on the bed pressing down, creating a small dip in the surface.
You try to open your eyes, to be able to see who was there, what was there but they are so heavy.
He tuts softly, a gentle yet admonishing sound that lingers in the air. "Don't struggle to open your eyes, my dear," he murmurs with a voice as smooth as silk. "You'll see nothing right now; our bond is not that strong yet. At this moment, I can only visit you in this delicate state, teetering on the edge between consciousness and sleep."
'It's just a dream, it's just a dream,' you chant silently in your mind, hoping to dispel the surreal atmosphere. This is ridiculous, right? The thought echoes in your head, as you wrestle with the strange mix of reality and slumber enveloping you.
Another chuckle came from the man, deep and soothing as if he was responding to your thoughts and was amused. “Why do you keep telling yourself that?” he inquires, "It should be clear by now that I am very much real." With a sudden, fluid movement, he shifted. "Or do you need further proof?"
The mattress sank even deeper under his weight, and you could feel his presence looming above you, like a shadow climbing up the bed. His warm breath was a gentle breeze against your skin, settling on your neck with an intimate familiarity. The breath lingered, tantalizingly, until a wet tongue traced a slow, deliberate path up your neck. "How is that for real?" he purred, his voice a seductive whisper in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
Your breath catches in your throat, and your body becomes rigid with the overwhelming sensation. Your mind is now running in circles, trying to make sense of it. “Ah, my dear.” the man whispered against your skin, his voice laced with a subtle mockery. "There's no need to be frightened. Trust me, it's not me who made you unable to move, it's your own fear, Before the unknown.”
His hand slowly slid up your side, his touch gentle, yet firm. “Just relax and give in. You know you want this. You know you need this. You can't deny your body aches for my touch.”
You don't want to admit it but something about his touch, his voice. It excites you. You try to deny it but your body is responding to the presence very naturally.
He growls softly against your neck, his hot breath tickling you. "My, my, you respond so deliciously,” he whispers, “In time when you grow more fond of the idea, when your mind opens for me. You'll be able to touch me as well. Oh trust me, you'll want to..” His words linger in the air, thick with promise.
You struggle to find your voice, wanting to speak, but the words seem trapped, unable to escape your lips. You're just about able to open your eyes but see nothing in front of you, despite the feeling of the mysterious lips on your neck.
He chuckles, a low, throaty sound that vibrates against your skin, as he continues to plant kisses and playful nips along your neck. His hand moves with deliberate slowness beneath your nightshirt, his touch as light as a feather brushing across your skin. Gently, he begins to push your shirt upward, inch by tantalizing inch, until your bare chest is gradually exposed to the cool air. "Look at you," he murmurs, his voice a hushed admiration, as his hands glide upward to caress your breasts, his touch both tender and electrifying.
You shut your eyes tightly once more, the sight of nothing in front of you only made the experience more jarring, but the touch, oh his touch, it has you almost purring.
He takes note of your eyes now tightening shut. “In time you will be able to see me. Trust me. You'll like what you see at that point.," he whispers against your neck.
"You're so receptive to my touch. Truly, we were made for each other my dear, I can already feel your resolve to push me a way weaken.”
You exhale a shaky breath, biting your lip in an attempt to hold back the flood of sensations. This only seems to entice him further, a teasing invitation he cannot resist. His thumb gently nudges your bottom lip away from your teeth, and he covers your mouth with his own. The sensation is overwhelmingly real, every nerve alive with the feel of him, the scent of him, the taste of him enveloping your senses.
He hums against your lips, a deep resonance that vibrates through your very core, and you can't help but kiss back. His low, rumbling growl reverberates through the air as your lips meet his with equal fervour. With deliberate intent, he forces his tongue into your mouth, leisurely exploring, savouring the intimate territory he claims. His kiss is a heady mix of control and desire, slow yet undeniably hard and possessive, overwhelming your senses. He can practically taste your submission.
“My, my, just a kiss was enough to break all your resistance?” he murmurs, a teasing lilt in his voice.
His lips slowly trail away from yours, descending with deliberate precision to your breast. He envelops it in the warm confines of his mouth, his tongue tracing circles around your nipple, each motion deliberate and tantalizing. Meanwhile, his fingers find the other breast, mirroring the motions with an expertise that leaves you breathless. A small, involuntary whimper escapes your lips, a soft testament to the sweet torture he inflicts upon you.
“Oh yes, my dear. Just listen to you. So adorable,” he breathes against your chest, sending chills over your skin. “You’ve no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.” He nips gently at your sensitive bud, eager to coax more sounds from your lips. “How you've tortured me.”
His mouth trails to your other breast, leaving a path of warmth, while his hand ventures further down your body, a gentle but deliberate exploration. His fingers lightly trace over the soft skin of your inner thigh, a feathery touch that ignites a trail of anticipation.
As his fingers slide further, nearing the ache of your desire, you can't help but arch your hips in response, a silent plea for more. He pulls his mouth from your chest, a low chuckle rumbling from his throat. “My, my, my. You are growing more eager. Your body is practically begging for me.”
He moves on top of you, his body suddenly over you as he pushes his legs between your own, forcing your legs apart.
You can feel the warmth of his breath, hot and teasing against your ear, his voice resonating with a deep, provocative timbre. “How long has it been, my little temptress? How long have you denied your own needs?”
You feel your underwear being pulled off and the voice tuts once more. “How cute.” he hums as his finger brushes against the outside of your dripping wetness. “All this for me?”
“Yes, just for me.” he whispered softly against your ear. "All those endless nights, all those solitary days, they all led us to this moment. You're mine now."
You felt long slender fingers slowly press against you, moving gently. his tone is filled with mock but also pure need as one of his long fingers slowly pushes into you and starts to move alongside his thumb which rubs small circles.
“Your poor little clit is so sensitive to my touch.” he muses as he slips another finger inside and You begin to whimper and writhe beneath him, your body responding instinctively to the intimate invasion. After a few steady, deliberate pumps, he withdraws, leaving you with a sense of aching emptiness that draws a soft whine from your lips. “Uh ah ah, my dear,” he tuts, his tone teasing and laced with promise. “If I continued you would be undone in seconds that won't do, sweet thing. I have something that will feel even better.”
“You know what it is and I know you're dying to have it inside of you,” he whispers as you feel his hands, strong and sure, glide along your inner thighs, coaxing them further apart. You can almost hear the self-satisfied smile that plays on his lips as he positions himself at your entrance, "That's it," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. The head of his length presses against you, teasing, circling, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through you as he groans, the sound primal and raw. He presses against your clit, the sensation so intense, so utterly right, that you can't help but writhe beneath him, your hips bucking forward, desperate for more.
“Uh, Ah, ah. No, not yet.” he stops from pressing any further into you. “There's something you must do for me first, my dear. You need to say yes—agree to be mine—and then I'll give you exactly what you desire. Every inch of what you're yearning for."
Your response is nothing more than a soft, needy whimper.
He leans in, his breath warm against your ear as he whispers once more, "Just accept me, my dear, and night after night, I promise to bestow upon you pleasures beyond what any mortal man could ever offer."
You still don't respond, but your core aches like it never has before, you've never felt like this in your life, so needy, so eager. You can only whimper.
“Say yes, darling,” he whispers slightly more sternly. It's killing him, he knows how much you want it, he can feel it, taste it, but, Satanas, you're stubborn.
Your silence stretches thin, testing his patience. "Say it!" he commands, his tone rising to a near shout, a forceful command that ignites something deep within you, an unseen force compelling a response.
With his words, a "yes" slips past your lips, almost involuntary, and he rewards you with a low, satisfied chuckle, a sound that reverberates through the charged atmosphere between you.
“Good girl.” he praises you. “You've done the right thing choosing me.”
“And now you're mine.” he almost growls as you feel him pressing against you once more, a firm, insistent presence that leaves no room for doubt. This time, you feel him enter, inch by inch, each movement deliberate and intense. The sensation is overwhelming; he is undeniably big, and you gasp, a soft whimper escaping your lips as your body struggles to adjust to his size. It's a heady mix of pleasure and pressure, a moment that demands all your focus as you attempt to pull yourself together amidst the intoxicating experience.
He moans deeply, a sound that reverberates through the room, as he reaches his full depth within you. "Oh, my sweet thing," he murmurs, the words a husky whisper against your ear. "This was all you needed, wasn't it? To be filled completely, to be taken by me like this, isn't that right?" His chuckle is low and dark, as his voice trails off into a raspy groan.
Your body responds with a symphony of whimpers, gasps, and moans, each sound a testament to the overwhelming sensations coursing through you. It's a storm, a whirlwind of feeling that leaves you breathless and trembling beneath him.
As he moves, a gentle rhythm that rocks into you with deliberate slowness, savouring every moment. “You're mine now, my little darling. You're mine for all of time. You can’t escape me, not now when I've finally got you exactly where I want you, and I want you here, every night, under me.”
You can almost move your hands, they begin to twitch and turn and grasp onto the bed sheets as he fucks you.
A low chuckle escapes his lips, filled with satisfaction as he notices your awakening response. "Oh, my dear," he murmurs in a voice that's a blend of a growl and a purr, rich and tantalizing. “you're getting there. I can feel you trying to use your hands. You want to touch me so badly don't you, sweet thing.”
As his pace quickens, so does the intensity of your shared pleasure. The room fills with a symphony of sounds, your soft moans intermingling with his guttural grunts and groans.
He lets another low groan, as he feels your energy rushing into him, feeding him, making him feel more powerful. His tasty little snack. “Yes, just like that, good girl,” he moans as if you have any type of control and aren't completely at his mercy.
You feel yourself nearing closer and closer to climax, teetering just towards the edge of your sweet end. He could sense you nearing that point. “Not yet, darling.” he growls softly. “Not. Yet.” he grabs hold of your hips, his grip firm and strong. “I'm not done with you yet, my sweet.”
His breath is hot and ragged against your skin as he growls, "You're fucking incredible." He nips at your flesh, sending shockwaves of sensation spiraling through you. "I need you to milk my cock," he demands, voice hoarse with lust. "Take every last inch of me, every drop."
You writhe beneath him, whimpers and mewls of pleasure escaping your lips as you stretch to accommodate his invasive thrusts. Each movement sends waves of ecstasy crashing through you. He's close; you can feel it in the tension of his muscles, the urgency of his rhythm. His voice is low and commanding, "Cum for me, pet. Be a good girl and cum around my cock."
Again, as if driven by instinct, you obey his command and unravel completely in his embrace, nearly shedding tears of pleasure as you pulse around him with intensity. Your movements synchronize perfectly with his, and he soon follows you into ecstasy. "Oh, that's it," he purrs, his voice a low, satisfied rumble as he
spills into you. He feels a final rush of power and energy come over him.
He inhales deeply, savouring the moment as he gradually pulls away from you. A devilish smirk stretches across his face, full of satisfaction and mischief, not that you could see it. “Now your womb is marked with my seed. The pact is made, my dear," he declares with a voice that resonates like a low, rolling thunder. Your breath comes in heavy, ragged gasps, and your chest rises and falls in a rhythmic dance of exhaustion and exhilaration. You sense him shift slightly, propping himself up to take in the sight before him. He pauses, his gaze sweeping over you with an air of possessive admiration, like a sculptor admiring his finest work. By the fiery depths of hell, you are indeed a fine specimen, a new little plaything for him to revel in.
"I will entertain you for many nights to come." Those were the final, lingering words you heard before a heavy, drowsy fog descended upon you, pulling you irresistibly into the depths of sleep. It felt as though every ounce of your energy had been completely drained.