Get Woken Up In The Middle Of The Night

Sinking into your bed, the covers weigh you down like a bag of bricks despite being those specialty ‘breathable’ sheets. Regardless, your tired eyes take care of the rest as you drift to sleep in seconds, though your dreams are anything but peaceful.

You find yourself standing on cold red stone, barefooted to make matters worse. Surrounded by the haze of what you think is a dream, you can’t see far, but your impaired vision doesn’t stop you from realizing that where you are is Hell — or, an alternate dimension that looks like it, at least. Red cliffs, flames that dance along glowing crags in the ground, and a deep orange sky decorate your field of view, denoting all that would be a stereotypical representation of the underworld. Although, it’s cold. Frighteningly cold, to say the least, for Hell. As your eyes try to scour the fiery blur that is the landscape that surrounds you, you have no idea as to why the climate would juxtapose your visual perception.

But weather and terrain aren’t the things that confirm your location. From the far-off cliffs you see a figure hovering in the distance, gently getting closer by the minute. Unsure if it spotted you, you try to move to hide behind anything you can find — a rock, behind a step, something. But what your mind wills, your body does not follow. You can’t move. So it’s one of those dreams. As the figure inches closer, your heart begins to beat ever faster, not from fear if not simply due to not having control over the situation — or anything, for that matter.

But as the flying creature enters your less-blurry field of view, you see… wings. Dark red, leathery wings, sprouted from the back of a humanoid body. Still too far for you to see.

“Given up on running already, have you?” A sweet, womanly voice in your mind makes your heart skip a beat. The words run as deep as a river and smoothly sweet like syrup, though none of those things put you at ease. “Curious little pet… let me know you.”

And in an instant, this creature’s figure blurs like the lines on TV static. The next, she’s gone. You scan the area that you can given your limited movement — good, you can move your eyes, at least — but find her nowhere to be seen. You don’t know where she could have possibly went, and her words were spoken like they were certainties waiting to happen-

“Be a good boy and let mommy ravage your kinky little mind,” the voice cuts in. But this time, you hear it behind you, out loud. Warm, silky soft fingers press against the back of your scalp, then a palm. Her other hand snakes its way down your chest — you’re completely naked, you’ve just noticed — tracing red little runes from her crimson-pink fingertips. Then, her hand enters your head. Not in the figurative sense. Literally. Her fingers dance along your brain like a masseuse, gently prying, kneading, searching around as little jolts jump to different parts of your body, making you convulse involuntarily through the tingling sensation that dominates your mindscape. “Mmmmm, such a naughty little boy. Mommy’s going to have to teach you a lesson, developing an app like that.”

The sound of hard outsoles click-clack against the pebbly red stone ground, footsteps reaching your left ear as she continues hand-fucking your head. Her fingers rotate with her palm, cupping the side of your brain as you helplessly tingle and writhe. With a deliberately slow release, she withdraws her hand from your cranium, but not without lackadaisically dragging her pointer finger along her departure, leaving you with a sweet trail of pleasure before she exits. She continues walking around to your peripherals, the satin leathery wings being the first things that enter your vision. Coming into full view, you’re greeted with something you never thought to see with your own eyes — rather, dream-eyes.

A satin amber-red coats her hourglass figure, the dim light of the hellblaze flirtatiously flicking off of the dull sheen. Dark pupils and dandelion irises pierce deep into your gaze — although you’re pretty sure she went deeper with her hand not moments ago — surrounded by a soft freckled face, full lips that embody the hue of caramelized hot honey, and beyond that, a mane of wavy auburn hair that frames her cute little face. But that’s where it stops being cute.

One of the very first things you notice — it’s hard not to — are her bare breasts, sitting slightly perkier than teardrops, yet monstrously huge. Each teat stands parallel to the ground about 8 inches from the band, crowning with a dusky red areola that buds into a pert, tiny nipple at the end. A dainty tail flicks around her bosom as your eyes remain glazed over it, swirling around a heart-shaped end as it grazes her skin as if constantly stimulating her in any place it touches. She coos softly, then cants her hips to one side as she shifts her hooves to support her weight… hooves? As you take in a little more of her body, her lower half seems to be adapted towards an equine figure — with a fur that matches her hair beginning just past her delicious ass and thick thighs, running all the way down her haunches and to her heavily polished hooves.

“Done staring at me yet, sweetie?” She clops forward a couple of steps. “Wondering what I am? Well, for such an accomplished consumer of fantasy entertainment, I’d thought you’d know better when you see a succubus like me.” Succubus. The word rips through your head as you recall all of the lore — sensual antics, cum draining sex beasts — and she laughs as she eats up the realization on your face. “Mmmm, now we’re on the same page, aren’t we? Or at least, as much as we can be, given your little boy-toy mind is still fixated… fixated on these.” With a playful bite of her lips, she thrusts her chest forward, making her massive juggs bounce wildly. “You know, developing that little app of yours was such a naughty endeavor… you just wanted to see what it was like to be able to change people, huh? You wanted to see what it’s like to see someone… grow?” She continues laughing, her chesty giggle shaking her breasts as they begin to visibly pulsate, swelling with each throb. An onslaught of her moans follows as her hands violently grab her tits, shaking them up and down as her body, too, starts to enlarge. “You know… it isn’t so bad to consider powers like that, given it feels this good,” the demoness flits her tail along a now-oozing cunt, “but I think mommy here needs to show you the consequences of what really happens when things get real serious…”

Now looming over you by over thrice your height, she reaches down with a massive hand, seizing you up in a cage of warm, soft skin that lifts you high into the air. When you reach her eye level, she palms you as easily as one would a phone, and her laugh booms, “My, oh my, look at that pretty little boy cock you’ve got there… so small and pathetic. Are you… hard? Hahahaha! Fucking useless — that tiny dick of yours. What if I…” She lowers you to her midriff, right under her truly gigantic boobs, sticking your cock in between cleavage that could now smother over half your body. Try as you might, your bucking and thrusting seems as ineffective as her hand pushing you up into her underboob. “Hmm… disappointing. Are you even fucking my tits? Do you want to disappoint mommy with your little pencil dick?” The succubus brings you back face-to-face, her eyes leering at you. “Hmmm, what can I do with you… let’s see what sucking you off feels like.” She suddenly releases you, and you feel the weightlessness of free-fall before you begin to drop. Catching you midair, she picks you up with both hands and brings you in towards her lips. You feel the suction of a sex demoness —multiplied by just how much larger she is, tighter than any pussy you’ve felt before — through her lips as she draws your cock into her mouth. You feel your glans completely wrapped by a small flick of her tongue, and you moan. She continues shoving you against her lips, siphoning what precum weeps from your dick in mere moments. But she always slows down just enough before you cum. When she pops you out of her mouth, she seems slightly less dissatisfied: “Well, I can’t say I don’t like the action of sucking on something sized like a French fry… but it’s still not enough. Hmph. Realize what you’ve done, coder boy, and if you’re really keen on bringing me back from the most disappointing cock experience of my life, come back to me when you’ve figured out what you’ve done!”

And then she lets you fall.

You jolt up in bed with a cold sweat, surrounded by more familiar things — your memorabilia shelf, your bed, your sheets — and check yourself to see if anything had happened. No red runes, no loss of control of your body. But your boxers tell a different story. Was she actually real? You pull the elastic of your underwear up — for a minute, you catch the faintest smell of cinnamon, teak, and sulfur… there’s no way that could be true. Regardless, you check the time on your phone: 5:45am. Barely 4 hours and change. But before you put your phone down, you see a few message notifications you didn’t expect to find, especially so late. Of course there’s Gabby’s ‘see you in the morning’ text. There’s an invitation for a hot yoga class from a long-past classmate named Fia, and then a standing park meeting you’ve had with your friend Cassie — she had to move it to today due to some work schedule changes. And lastly, from an unknown number, some jumbled up garbage with symbols, broken letters — but in the center, the only word you can make out — “Return”. Okay, creepy. With those messages whirling around in your mind, it’s a little more difficult to fall back asleep, but you manage quickly enough as you plan the day ahead.