Angelas Incubus 1

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.

Now it all happened very quickly. My knees were shoved apart, rudely, and I again felt the head of his fearsome penis nudging the lips of my wet sex. This time there was to be no teasing. A couple of short, exploratory pokes opened me up like a flower, then a long, slow, irresistible, penetration drew a scream from my lips. It felt like a shaft of iron had split me apart, invading my cunt, my belly, not stopping until I could feel it's head butting my internal organs.

I orgasmed immediately.

It had been six, maybe seven years since I had had, or wanted, sex. Now here I was, on my hands and knees being ravaged by a supernatural being and cumming for him with ease. No man had ever come close to bringing this reaction from me.

Now there was a brief respite as the big cock withdrew momentarily, only to shove roughly back again, in and out, in an irregular pattern of thrusts, some deep, hitting me inside, some shallow, teasing, tormenting. The rough hands were all over my body, now on my hips, pulling me onto that monstrous member, now pulling my hair, now cupping my dangling tits, squeezing hard, tugging my rigid nipples until I screamed into the pillows. The sharp claws, so gentle to begin with, now scratched at my back, my belly, my breasts.

Again I came, and again.

And then he pulled out of me and moved back. I collapsed onto the sheets, panting. Before I could draw breath I was spun around once more onto my back. Through wide eyes I saw my demon lover kneeling between my legs, the red eyes glowing intensely. He was as hard and erect as ever. I looked down at my own body and saw that my breasts and belly were crisscrossed with livid welts and scratches. My chest was heaving, my breathing heavy. I was panting like a dog.

And now he leaned forward and I was gathered up by muscular arms, pulling me into that smooth, leathery chest. I felt the cock nudging, nudging below, searching for entrance. I lifted my arms around the broad shoulders, hugging tightly, and raised my feet, wrapping my legs around his waist, my feet on the tight buttocks. I felt something odd between my feet, and realised it was his thick tail, swaying from side to side. Then all thoughts left me, as his probing shaft found my gaping slit, and once more I was speared to the belly.

Now, though, his movement was slower, gentler, less frenetic. He held me closely as he took me, my breasts tight to his chest, my legs gripping as hard as I could. His rough hands now roamed up and down my back and buttocks, stroking my hair. His flickering tongue ran across my face, his beast like snout nuzzling my neck. I turned my face and his mouth found mine, the long tongue penetrating my open lips. He tasted warm, wet and not unpleasant.

I felt one hand brush down over my buttocks, then stiffened as a clawed finger traced the cleavage, seeking out the puckered ring of my anus. I froze in his arms, but he clutched me tighter, and I felt an insistent claw probe into my hole. At the same time his thrusting became quicker and I gave in to the invasion of my most intimate spot. Our mouths met again as yet another orgasm wracked my body.

There was no let up. But now I felt a change in intensity in his love making. His thrusts were becoming faster, harder, deeper. His breath was more laboured, panting. I sensed that he was about to cum and clung on to him as hard as I could with arms and legs and hands and mouth. Abruptly his whole body stiffened, his head flung back, snout opened wide in a soundless howl, and he came deep in my belly, flooding my insides with a torrent of semen.

Impaled on finger and cock, with the hot cum spurting into my womb, I came with him, our bodies heaving and juddering under the intensity of that final orgasm, our juices mingling in my body. I fell back, gasping, eyes tight shut.

We lay there intertwined for a few moments. Then I felt the claw withdraw from my asshole and the encircling arms pull away. His cock slid out from my saturated cunt and he pulled away from me. I opened my eyes to look at him. He had vanished.

I sat up in bed, bewildered. I looked around the bedroom. Everything seemed normal. Both window and door were shut, the curtains drawn. Were it not for the soreness of my aching body, the sweet smell of semen, the dishevelled, damp bed l might have been waking from a nightmare. A great weariness came over me. I tried to think about the events that had just happened, but my mind would not focus. Pulling the discarded duvet over my nakedness, I lay back, curled into a ball, and fell asleep.

I awoke to a fine summer morning. Bright sunlight filtered through the thin curtains, filling the bedroom with a warm glow. Birds were singing outside in the garden. I lay for a few moments, thinking about an odd dream that was hovering at the edge of memory. Then my eyes took in my nightdress on the floor beside the bed. It was in tatters.

I sat up, surprised by my own nakedness. It was only when I saw the red scratches all over my breasts and belly that the soreness returned. I pushed away the duvet to look down at my body and took in the dried semen on my thighs, matting in my pubic hair. I thought about red eyes watching me, glowing like coal fires. A beast like snout nuzzling my face. An impossibly big cock.

I don't think it was a dream.