I call the demon in my dreams James. Once I became a woman, his visits became more frequent. I feel him when I touch myself late at night, his steely gaze appraising my technique from the corner of the room. He never says a word, but I know it’s his hands guiding me to my peak. I’ve called out his name into the ether, hoping to lure him into my bed.
It starts like a dream I can’t wake up from. I feel his presence in my room at the witching hour, unable to speak. He sits on the corner of my bed and watches me take my pleasure, staying until he gets bored, and then vanishes. My limbs regain movement, my lungs gasp for air, and my pussy tingles.
When he comes to me this time, it jolts me awake from peaceful dreams. He pulls me from reverie with sharp nails digging into my wrists, his full weight on my body. My heart pounds, my mouth goes dry, and a strained squeak escapes my lips.
“Hush, pet. Don’t make a sound,” he murmurs. James covers my mouth with his massive hand. He clamps it tight while he stares into my eyes.
I’ve never seen his face before. He’s always been the shadow in the corner, the monster in the closet, the boogeyman under the bed. He’s never revealed his true self, and to see him now? It makes my pussy clench. He’s not just my sleep paralysis demon; he’s the man of my dreams. He’s beautiful, and he’s terrifying.
His muscles ripple and dark tattoos dance along his slate-gray skin. He feels like granite beneath my touch, and I recoil as my fingers brush his flesh. He growls and his eyes flash red in the night. He grips my wrists tighter, pinning them above my head.
“I’m not going to hurt you. I’m going to give you everything you’ve ever wanted.”
I stare at him, wide-eyed and breathless, taking in his intimidating beauty. Sharp teeth, dark eyes, cheekbones severe enough to cut glass. His jet-black eyes are wild with lust, and I can feel his cock bob against my belly as he presses me into my bed. He removes his hand from my mouth.
“It’s always the same with you humans, isn’t it? Do you think I don’t know it’s my name on your lips each night? Do you think the demon in your dreams doesn’t hear you begging for his touch in the witching hour? Darling, I’ve been watching you for years. I know the way your body reacts. I know the ways you like to be touched.”
A shiver runs through me, and James smirks. He relaxes his grip around my wrist and sits back. He straddles me and runs a finger down my sternum, his sharp nail slicing through the thin satin of my slip. He smiles contemptuously as he tears the rest of the fabric down my body, exposing me to the cool night air. My nipples bud up, and James runs his nail around them. I gasp at the delicate pain, bucking my hips into him, and James chuckles.
“Easy, pretty little pet. We’re only just beginning.”
He slides down my body, bringing his lips to my breasts. James leaves a trail of kisses over them. Razor-sharp teeth sink into my flesh, drawing blood that he greedily laps up. I shudder, rocking against him. He grinds his dick into my leg, and I reach for it, swirling my thumb around his swollen tip. James swats my hand away and clucks his tongue. His eyes never leave mine while he pins my hand to my side.
“Please?”
“Darling, be careful what you wish for.”
His voice is tinged with desire. I feel his need when he leans over me again and his cock presses into my belly. James palms my breasts, kneading my flesh until I mewl. I knot my fists in my sheets when he flicks his tongue across my hardened tits and takes them into his mouth. He nibbles at my flesh, leaving another set of teeth marks on my breast to match. One hand snakes down my belly to my mound, and I hold my breath while he parts my folds with one deft finger.
I rock my hips into his palm, and James looks up at me, my nipple still stuck between his teeth. He releases me with a pop before plunging his finger inside me. The pain and pleasure I feel all at once overload my circuits, and my mind goes fuzzy. I string together sounds and words, interspersed with moans and whimpers.
“Shh, pet,” he coos before sinking another finger into my wetness. James strokes my inner walls and circles my clit with a practiced touch in precisely the way I touch myself. He has been watching all these years, after all. Within minutes, I’m quaking under his touch, begging for release, begging to feel his cock. James stops and withdraws his long, skillful fingers, perching over me.
“Once you’re mine, darling, you’re mine for all your life. Is that a bargain you’re willing to strike? My cock for your life?”
I don’t think before I’m whimpering my agreement, begging for him to keep touching me. He grins like the Cheshire Cat before lowering his lips to my ear. I squirm beneath him, and James’ touch dances over my skin. He draws patterns in my skin, sinking his nails into my soft flesh. Each touch is fire, each touch is ecstasy.
“Are you sure this is what you want, pet? A lifetime of fucking the monster under the bed?”
I nod mutely and watch as James sits up, spreading my thighs. He runs his sharp nails down the tender insides and scratches me, drawing more blood.
“You’re my girl now. Aren’t you, baby?”
“Uh-huh,” I squeak.
He drags his finger through it, then brings the digit to his mouth, sucking it clean. His eyes close, and he hums a note before opening them and training his gaze on me.
“Part your thighs wide, pet. I want to see the way your pussy grips me when I push inside.”
James spits harshly on my pussy, rubbing it in with his finger as he lines up the head of his cock with my dripping cunt. I hold my breath as he enters me, waiting for the moment he pushes inside. When he’s fully sheathed, my eyes roll back in my head. His cock stretches and fills me to the brim. I let out the low moan I’ve been holding in, and James begins to pump his cock.
He fucks me slowly, letting my pussy acclimate to the intrusion of his massive, lengthy dick. My core clenches around him, and my heart pounds with each slow, steady stroke. James grips my hips and sinks his nails into my skin. The sharp sting only heightens the delicious pleasure/pain combo, making me curse and moan his name.
“Hush, pet. Don’t speak. Just fuck.”
He rams his cock into me over and over again, his nails tightening their grip. James’ stroke quickens and the sound of skin slapping skin becomes louder and more forceful, a punishing pace leading us toward a dangerous precipice.
“Do you want me to come inside you, pet? Do you want to take my seed?” He growls through a clenched jaw. His voice is low and perilously close to tipping over the edge of orgasm. I can see how hard he’s fighting the climax building within from the way his arms ripple with restraint. His nails dig even deeper into my flesh, but I don’t care.
“Come in me,” I whisper. “Come in me, please!”
James slams into me one more time and calls out as he fills me. I feel his cock twitch and jerk as he shoots his load inside me, nails digging into my flesh hard enough to bruise. I feel my blood boil and bubble as it spills from my skin, soaking the sheets beneath me. James pulls his cock out and shoots hot, sticky strings of his seed on my stomach and mound, painting me in sin.
“You’re my girl now. Mine, forever.”
He doesn’t stick around. As swiftly as he arrived, James is gone. My heart pounding, I reach down and run my fingers along the sharp, half-moon punctures in my hips and thighs. I bring them to my lips and taste the sweet copper taste of blood on my tongue. I fall asleep with James’ demon seed drying on my skin, the sound of his name echoing in my head.
When I wake, it’s as if nothing ever happened. There are no teeth marks on my skin, nor is there sticky blood dried on my hips. My slip is intact, my sheets clean. The only remnant of my night with the boogeyman is the wetness between the apex of my thighs. I draw my finger between my folds and swirl my digit around my throbbing clit. I shudder as an orgasm begins to take hold after a few strokes, and when my bubble bursts, it’s James’ name I call out.
The next night, I fall asleep and wait for his return.
At the witching hour, he comes to me, and then? We both come.
