I woke with a start. A dark shape was looming over me as I lay on my back in bed. The bedroom was in darkness and all I could make out was a shadow, and two eyes looking down at me, glowing with a dull red light. A brief second of incomprehension, then the fear rose in me and I jerked upright, opening my mouth to scream. Immediately the strange figure lifted an open hand to my face, touching my forehead with a single finger. The scream died in my throat, a calmness came over me, a feeling of acceptance, and I subsided back onto the pillows, lying prone with my arms by my side.
I watched warily as the figure raised a shadowy hand. In response to the gesture the reading lamp on the bedside cabinet came on dimly, illuminating the room with a soft, yellow glow. I could now see the being standing over me, and yet it's form remained oddly indistinct, blurry, as though my eyes were unable to focus properly when I looked directly at it.
I could see that figure was naked, hairless, it's skin or hide a dark red-brown colour. Two stubby horns sprouted from the smooth scalp, glowing red eyes, a narrow protruding snout, with flaring nostrils. No ears were apparent and the mouth was an indistinct dark smudge, from which the tip of a darting red tongue flickered, seemingly tasting the air.
My eyes passed down, taking in a broad, thickset chest, long arms, with heavy biceps, big, clawed hands. Any doubts as to my visitor's gender were dispelled when my eyes passed over a somewhat swollen belly and fell upon a massive, thick member jutting out at me, hard and erect.
I knew then, that I was going to get fucked. My heart was in my mouth, heartbeat racing, my whole body trembling with nervous anxiety. And yet my mind felt calm, accepting of the situation. All feelings of fear and horror were being suppressed. I looked again at that long, rigid, red cock, ten, twelve inches long, almost too thick to close my fingers around and I knew I should be feeling horror and revulsion. But I lay there waiting for it, chest heaving, wet between the legs, nipples swelling in anticipation.
The demon (I can think of no other word for the creature) took a step closer. As it shifted l saw a movement behind and realised that it's spine continued into a long, thick tail, hanging to the floor, swaying like a snake. A clawed hand reached down, grasping the top of edge of the duvet, pulling it sharply back, flinging it away, to expose my trembling body. I watched his animal face anxiously, not daring to move my arms or legs.
I was wearing a short, armless, satin nightdress. Not my usual nightwear, but the summer had been particularly hot, the nights humid and airless. Ordinarily I preferred pyjamas or long-sleeved nightdresses. My ex-husband had hated my lack of sexuality, as he saw it. It was probably the main reason he'd left me six years previously. I hadn't had a sexual partner since, and now I was fifty, and fast becoming an old maid. Now here I was, compliantly waiting to get screwed by the biggest cock I could have imagined.
The demon ran the back of his fingers down across my belly. I knew that the hem of my nightie had ridden up and that I was exposed below. I shivered as the fingers touched bare skin, then brushed the light, soft hairs covering my mound. I swallowed nervously, my nostrils flaring as I looked down to watch, fascinated. Abruptly the fingers pushed between my thighs, roughly shoving my legs apart. I sensed impatience as the action was repeated, and I realised that I was expected to spread my legs wide. Obediently I complied, opening my feet wide apart, legs bent at the knee slightly to maximise the exposure. I felt like a slut, but had no choice but to obey.
The hand moved further down and I stiffened as I felt the point of a claw lightly touch my exposed anus, before dragging upwards, ploughing a furrow through my wet cunt and gently stimulating my aroused clitoris. I was surprised at how gentle the touch was, those claws could have done me some serious damage. One thing was sure, I had never been so wet and aroused as I was just then.
I felt a surge of disappointment as the hand withdrew, then the bed shifted as the demon clambered up, moving between my legs, hovering over me, a hand on the bed either side of my torso, the red eyes looking straight into my own. I could feel his cock lying like a club on my belly, hard, heavy and rigid.
He shifted back slightly, bringing up both hands, sliding a single claw under each of my shoulder straps, then pulling upwards. The thin straps parted easily under the pressure then, seizing the nightie at the neck in one hand, he ran a claw all the way down the front, slitting the thin satin open like tissue paper. He pulled the rent garment aside. I was naked, totally exposed.
Trembling, I looked up at the eyes regarding my soft body. I fancied that the red glow behind them was growing in intensity. I felt a curious mixture of shame and excitement. Involuntarily my arms, which all this time had been rigid by my side, crossed to cover my nakedness, hands cupping my breasts. I could feel my nipples, hard and erect, beneath my palms. Immediately my wrists were seized in a vicelike grip and my arms forced firmly back to my sides.
I inhaled deeply as the demon shifted back on the bed a little more, feeling the length of his cock sliding down across my belly, until the tip came to rest at the gaping entrance to my wet cunt. I gasped with desire, wanting it inside me badly, lifting my knees to open myself up as much as possible. He made no movement to penetrate me, just kneeling there between my thighs, tormenting my aching cunt with the blunt tip of his shaft.
I could feel the blood burning in my face as he grabbed me by both hips, then slid his hands slowly up each flank. His skin felt warm and dry, his palms like rough leather as he moved them purposefully up my waist and belly, deliberately letting his claws drag a little as they moved, causing shivers of pain, and intense pleasure, to run along my body. As they circled my beasts I heaved up to meet the touch, gasping again at the electric sensation as my straining nipples met his rough palms.
By now I was almost in a delirium, tormented by the horny hands squeezing and stroking my breasts and nipples, and the throbbing insistence of that hard cock between my thighs, almost, but not quite penetrating my dripping cunt. My eyes closed, but the image of those eyes, like hot coals, were burned in my mind. I gave myself up to the strangeness, the almost unbearable pleasure and eroticism of the experience. I didn't know any more if this was real, or a dream, and to tell the truth I couldn't have cared less.
Abruptly the hands withdrew. I opened my eyes as my demon sat upright, his cock pulling back from my vagina. I felt a pang of remorse as he moved away, but then my hips were grasped forcefully and I was spun unceremoniously onto my belly. Again I was gripped by the hips and raised onto my hands and knees, my breasts swinging free beneath. When I was married I had always hated sex in this position. It made me feel like an animal. Now, as my demon moved behind me, still grasping my hips, an animalistic urge I had never felt before surged through my being. I just wanted to be fucked, in any manner.