You seem to be having quite the party, the sexy mouth watering monster said.
His large head tilting to the side as he looked at me and then around her room.
She realized then that he was perched on the footboard of her bed like a large bird, and maybe it would be funny or endearing or something if she weren't colored in with fear.
So no, not like a large bird, not right now. More like a sexy gargoyle.
Not of the sexy variety, I see. He seemed to take a large whiff of the air.
That's good. But you didn't touch yourself before bed tonight. Was that because of him? Or because of me?"
He was reading her thoughts again. But, of course he was, right? He was all in her head.
It's just a dream. It's just a dream. It's just a dream….
His breath caressed her jaw. "If I'm just a dream, why won't you let me touch you?"
The question cut through her like an arrow, embedding in her chest, and threatening to break apart at any moment like shrapnel.
It left her speechless, breathless, suddenly the air in the room felt in sufficient.
"I understand," he cooed. "You should be afraid of me. And I should want you to be.
It's wired into your system, into mine. It's an instinct. The problem is I need to feast on you badly, I need to taste that delicious juice dripping from your cunt.
I need it, I need it, he said looking at her, his eyes pleading.
He went on his knees and crawled closer to her, a step at time careful not to scare her off.
May I touch you, please I promise not to hurt you, he pleaded.
I am yours, your wish is my command, command me, please use me to pleasure yourself, please. He begged further as he inched closer.
Slowly and carefully he trailed him fingers on her skin picking her toes and kissing and sucking on them.
He then lifted up his face and loved at her watching to see any hint of hesitation.
Warmth radiated from every point he made contact with.
The growl he emitted at the sensation of her skin was the match he dropped into it, setting her alight.
Her body continued to betray her, terror licking away at her insides until it began to taste that hint of rebellion, and once it did, it morphed into something else entirely.
An unknown object drifted along her ankle, then her calf, dipping beneath the fabric of her sleep shorts and teasing the skin of her inner thigh.
Her body refused to obey her, but it had no issue obeying him, shivering beneath whatever touch he was bestowing upon her.
Then suddenly, her back was arching and her eyes were rolling back.
The thing that had been touching her now wrapped around the heated flesh of her wrist, and her mind was filled with a montage of lewd images, images of her and of him.
Her body contorted in pleasure, her neck flushed with heat, her legs propped on his shoulders, his tongue disappearing between her thighs…
She forced her eyes open again, shaking her head and throwing him a bewildered look.
He was no longer perched on the footboard. He was sitting right next to her, and he was smirking.
I could do it for you if you'd like, he hissed.
Any of those things. All of those things. I am your slave my queen.
I can do whatever you need me to do for you, to you.
I can soothe every fear and frustration you have ever had. I can make sleep enjoyable again.
Then what are you doing over there smirking she said struggling to focus, to think, to find her fear.
Her lungs stuttered with short breaths, and she knew without seeing that her face was flushed.
This had to be a dream, one dirty and demented and threading right through her nightmares.
She could not let herself get lost in this.
He moved his face closer. Your wish is my command,I know you liked what you saw in my little movie.
I can smell it all over you. I know what you need. That's my job, to know, and I do.
I know very well that all you really need right now is for me to go down there and feast on that pretty little cunt of yours.
Then you'll see that I am much better suited to your pleasure than your pain.
He brushed his thick fingers against her jaw, the claw of his thumb scraping down her throat.
It was so soft, so cautious, she shivered again, a long breath pushing its way out of her lungs.
Her body relaxed of its own volition, arching toward his touch despite the terror rising in her throat once more. Or trying to at least.
She stared up at him, eyes wide, new questions forming and fading in quick succession.
She knew better than anyone that this was always subject to change.
She hadn't seen him angry, unnerved, disappointed. However, she was judging him by the standards of men."
For now she would sink back and enjoy all the pleasures this sexy monster had to offer.
She could not believe how much she wanted to be touched by him, growing wetter and wetter at the mere thought, realizing that the fear had not subsided but simply morphed into something else, stitching itself along her desire and dressing itself up as need.
She fought off the shock, instead giving herself over to the sensation.
He squatted down beside her as he probed her with his digit, curling it against her walls and thoroughly massaging them.
She was burning up from the inside, her eyes rolling back and her mouth molded around her silent moans.
She could feel his gaze on her, cataloguing her reactions with each and every touch he was merciful enough to grant her.
Then his mouth was against her breast, tonguing her nipple through the fabric until it hardened between his teeth, and if she could scream, she certainly would be wailing.
Everything felt so much more potent in paralysis, ironic as it was. She had expected to feel nothing, but instead, she felt everything.
Every brush of his lashes, every graze of his breath, every swirl of his tongue, every sensation and emotion bottled up within her and fixing to burst the first chance it got.
"Didn't get to finish, huh?"
He'd pulled back, and he was now gripping a handful of her shirt in his free hand.
With one swift yank, he freed the garment from her body in one piece, tossing it behind him.
Then he inserted a second finger into her cunt, spreading both of them apart and stretching her out around the sheer girth of them.
If those were his fingers, she could not imagine how large his cock was. He had to have one, right? Hell, even if he only had his fingers to use, he still wasn't lacking. He knew how to use them, and use them well. Maybe too well.
He added a third finger.
It had barely slipped into her when she came, her body straining against its invisible bindings in a shallow arch.
He pressed down on her chest, pinning her back down, every inch of her trembling in place.
He withdrew his fingers, and she watched in silent awe as he sucked them into his mouth, his eyes going completely black for several long seconds before they were glowing again.
She screwed her own shut, unable to handle how devastating he looked while tasting her.
However, when she opened them again, he was no longer standing beside her.