Wake Up 24

Nyla slammed her hand down on her alarm.

Another day. Another day of gritting her teeth and being micromanaged by her perfectionist boss.

She grabbed her pillow and smothered her face with it groaning loudly. She did not sleep well and it was one of those nights her dreams were consumed by ideas of work. Have you ever had one of those dreams? A working dream where you do work tasks all night and then wake up and do work tasks all day. One day she would say something. One day. Maybe after she paid off her credit card though...

Nyla looked at her phone to see the time. She could piddle around for a good 30 minutes before she needed to rush through her morning routine and leave for work. She needed to make sure she didn't miss the train this time. But all this pent up frustration... ugh! She could feel her muscles coiled up and her body ached when she moved. Was it the awful night of sleep or the weeks of torment she was feeling? Mix of both more than likely.

She opened Spotify and searched for her favorite band called Sleep Token. She found them recently after seeing references on booktok and had become absolutely obsessed. She would lay in bed for a bit with the music on and contemplate her life decisions. "Look to Windward" began playing and Nyla closed her eyes trying to calm her angry heart. The day before she had looked up the band members to see what they looked like and visions of Vessel kept popping up in her head.

The band members were unrecognizable with their black clothes, painted black skin, and masks. It reminded her of KISS and she laughed to herself at the new age of it all. Vessel had a voice underneath the mask and black painted abs that latched onto her immediately waking up a darker side within her. Sometimes that side of her made an appearance these years, remnants of her rebellious teen youth. The side that wanted to scream and dance and sulk and bring out her black lipstick again. Now, it was all pant suits and blazers. Professional adult with a 401k.

She imagined what it may be like to date someone like Vessel. Did they fuck with the costume on? Did the black paint from his skin get everywhere and imprint on your own? Did he use paint to accentuate his abs or did he work out? What else was under that disguise?

The beat of the music grabbed her attention again as Vessel sang the lyrics "will you haunt this eclipse in me?". Nyla looked at the ceiling for a long moment and then eagerly reached over to her night stand and pulled out her silicone suction toy, dropped her pajama pants, pulled up her shirt all the way to her chin, increased the volume of the music, and covered herself in her covers so everything was dark.

She started slow with cold fingers lightly trailing across her body. The hairs across her skin standing to attention. A silken palm grazing across her nipples until they too perked awake. She felt warmth expand below as though her body were excited, thrilled to be engaged. The suction toy made its way to her center and gently vibrated on its silicone soft coating around and around her opening.

Nyla listened to the music drum and beat and when a shift occurred she ran that suction head over her clit in a gentle caress before cutting its path down her center. Nyla felt herself tense up in anticipation and willed herself to relax into it, to enjoy it, to slow down and just be. Vessel's voice washed over her and she imagined that masked figure looming above watching quietly. The white mask with blood-red details covering his face with only his mouth visible. His black hooded cloak open exposing his painted abs. Black fingers clenched as though fighting to hold back.

Nyla continued to toy with herself, brushing her nipples and clit in increasingly warm strokes. The blanket hitched a little on the side and she felt a cool breeze lap across her stomach and kiss the tops of her thighs. Vessel began to grin widely. Nyla's eyes were closed but she could see him so clearly as she put on a show.

Then he slowly crouched down between her legs, black fingers gripping her thighs, and that masked face lowered until his breath blew hot against her skin. She gasped. A British laugh escaped his lips dark and chilling behind the disguise. He began to lick and suck. Soothing vibrations pulling and stroking across her clit. His tongue swirled and swept in a wild rhythym with each pass more needy than before. Nyla's body rocked in response as she tried to chase that tongue.

He then pulled back and his head tilted up as though he were glancing up at her, and then a long blood-red tongue snaked its way from his mouth curling and whipping around. It was animal and monster and alien alike. It scared her and thrilled her all the same. Suddenly that snake-like tongue pierced her center and she cried out in surprise.

He was not of this world. That monstrous tongue destroying her insides and pushing her so quickly over the edge. She was caught by him, trapped, forced to stay while this demon possessed her. Again and again and again. Nyla moaned bucking her hips up as the rolling built higher and higher. Vessel consuming her body and soul. Eating her out until she was in tethers.

Her fingers clenched the blankets in several spots grasping for... what? She finally gripped a handful just as her body could take no more. Vessel began a repetitive motion, hands holding her in place, and suddenly her body shook as pleasure enveloped her. She convulsed hard moaning out Vessel's name. Until finally his hands released from her, he pulled away, and her body relaxed into a tickling tingle between her legs.

Nyla's suction toy dropped to the bed and her fingers ached. She kicked the blankets off now burning with sweat. Her mouth was dry and she felt drowsy. She slowly leaned over and grabbed her phone turning the music down. Then the screen lit up and she saw the time.

"Shit!"

She jumped out of bed so fast she almost fell from her feet getting tangled in the sheets. She raced to the bathroom to get ready.

She was going to miss the train.