Sleep paralysis was somewhat common, and over the years, I’d experienced it once or twice after a bad binge, but it never felt like this, nor had anyone in my grippy sock group a few years ago described it this way. Usually, I saw shadows out of the corner of my eyes or a mass of dark shapes in the crack of my closet door. This…this was something else.
It licked and sucked until I was a shivering, quivering mess, moaning as tears leaked from my eyes and down my cheeks. Slowly, the shadow began to take shape as my eyes adjusted to the dark room.
I came hard. It hit me like a fucking brick to the face. My whole body locked up, thighs shaking, pussy clenching, clit throbbing, and liquid squirting. Yeah, I was a fucking squirter, and it felt amazing. It was like an unbearable pressure had been released, leaving nothing but warmth and emptiness behind.
I screamed, physically unable to keep it in anymore. Wave after wave of molten pleasure rolled over me until I was a sweating, trembling mess.
I'd always been a fighter, even on the worst day of my life, but for some reason, all I wanted to do was lay prone on the floor and let this…thingtouch me again and again and again. There was still a good chance that all of this was just happening in my mind. If so, maybe I didn’t mind it so much. Maybe my drug addled brain had found a way to entice me into keeping it alive for a while longer.
Was I really as sick and twisted as everybody told me I was?
The shadow overhead started to recede, and I thought it would disappear altogether when suddenly, it was shifting to the right, undulating like some sort of liquid blackness, as if the darkness was staring right back at me, waiting for my next move. I didn't know where to focus my eyes, nor could I move my body to defend myself. Even if I wanted to run, there was no way I could make my limbs move.
“What the fuck are you?'' I asked it. I felt like an idiot talking to shadows, but I just knew thatsomethingwas there. I wasn't alone in this house, even if I was dreaming. Something told me that I was the real intruder here and whatever this was, it was alive and curious.
Again, a noise from above, like the creaking and stretching of old wood, made me look up, even though I could barely see the ceiling. Something was walking up there, heading towards the staircase near the foyer, and the sound was way too heavy to be the cats.
“Is your flesh as sweet as your nectar?” came a deep, rumbling voice that had my entire body going still. It was low enough that I could barely make out what it was saying. I couldn't place the exact accent, but it sounded…wrong.
The voice sent chills down my spine and a coldness flowing through my veins. There was a rough edge to it that promised pain, madness, and hunger. It was as if it were anticipating my fear, hoping for it.
I was halfway tempted to let it have me, to let whatever this was consume me whole until I was no longer myself anymore. I’d had enough of being myself, of looking at the same old tired eyes in the mirror day after day, knowing that in the end, my life had been worthless.
Maybe that was why I wasn’t trying harder to run.
Something that felt oddly like fingers tipped in long claws flexed around my biceps as another deep rumbling sound filled the room. I got the distinct impression that whatever this was, it was male, and whatever it wanted from me was purely carnal. It was hungry for me. I could feel it, hear it, but was it hungry for my…nectar? Or was it salivating for my flesh?
“Your pain is delicious, sad one.” The words were a little more clear this time. “Give me more of it…” it said, nearly begging.
My hips thrust again, seemingly the only part of my body that I could move on my own, and I wondered if that was purposeful. The thing trembled again, and I felt something pressing into my core that was hard and pulsing. There was a thick mass between my thighs, spreading them wider, the way a man’s body might spread them as he filled me up. I allowed my thighs to fall open, welcoming the shadow into me.
The creaking from above stopped, replaced by footsteps behind me. They were heavy and purposeful, as it was used to slinking around in silence but was letting me know that it was here. Then came a voice, not as deep as the last, but more jovial, maybe even sinister and wicked. It spoke from behind me, where I couldn't turn to see.
“Spread out like a feast. Brother, you’ve outdone yourself.”
Brother?
The deeper voice chuckled in response to his…brother, dragging the tips of its claws down my thighs until I could feel the sting of my skin splitting. A hot puff of breath hit my core, and a small sound of surprise left my lips. “Come for us, sad one. Let me lick it up and savor it.”
Sad one…Why were they calling me sad one? Was it some kind of fucked-up endearment? I blinked, then blinked again, narrowing my eyes to try and peer past the darkness. My heart pounded with excitement and adrenaline, proving to myself exactly how fucked in the head I really was. Was I actually enjoying this? Would I really sink so far into insanity that I would fuck a literal shadow? A little voice in the back of my head saidwhy not?
It wasn’t the usual voice that nagged at me—the voice that taunted me and urged me to end it all. It wasn’t the laughter that constantly echoed behind my every thought. It was a voice I’d buried a long time ago, and it told me to take, take, take…
I believed in monsters, demons, and ghosts. I believed in the existence of evil. In the decade after losing everything that I loved, I’d felt haunted by evil, by monsters and ghosts. I’d felt stalked and taunted, like they were watching me, waiting for me to succumb to the voices. Maybe they were finally here to collect the debt I owed. I was never meant to live that night, and maybe now, I could set things right.
I moaned as the weight between my thighs shifted, something hard and bulging dragging across my clit. Coming once wasn’t enough. I didn't consider myself sated until I was throbbing, soaking wet, and ready to pass out. The decision to let this happen was already made, whether it was a dream or not. I’d come here to die anyway, so I might as well go out moaning.
I wanted these creatures to touch me. I wanted them to make me feel unspeakably dirty, to do awful things to me, if only to make me feel something for once in my goddamn life.
There were footsteps behind me creaking on the floorboards, and I stiffened. The second creature came towards me, stopping right behind my head, as if they were kneeling there. Long fingers sifted through my hair, running claws over the strands and my scalp until I closed my eyes in ecstasy, tipped back my head, and let out a long moan.
The thing on top of me slashed a burning line along my inner thigh, and I felt the warmth of my blood trickling over my skin and pooling on the floor. The pain felt amazing and nearly had my eyes rolling back. The creature smeared its palm in the blood before dragging it through my pussy lips, rubbing it around my swollen clit as if using my own blood as lube. My eyes flew open in shock, my lips parting in another moan that I couldn’t seem to control, while I met the eyes of what I could only describe as a living shadow.
It had the body of a man, tall, strong and lean. Yet it had no distinguishable features, other than undulating shadows that dissipated into the air around it as if a man were trapped inside a thick layer of smoke. It stared at me with glowing bright white eyes that didn’t blink. Its face was so dark that it almost didn’t have any features, but if I looked past the shadows for long enough, I could just barely make out the shape of a strong jaw, a defined nose, and wide, grinning lips. The longer I stared, the wider it grinned, until those lips parted, revealing rows of needle-like teeth.
Clawed talons in place of fingers looked sharp enough to slash me in half as easily as a knife through warm butter. I swallowed thickly, running my eyes up and down the…thing, and wondered if he was only playing with his food tonight.
My eyes widened when not one, but two pairs of arms reached for me from behind, the hands of one set cupping my breasts, while the second pair anchored me to the floor by my shoulders. I tried to picture the same shadow man I could see kneeling between my legs, only with four arms like some kind of insect, and I shivered, thinking of all the things one could do with that many limbs at their disposal.