Night after night, I tossed and turned in bed. I would break out in cold sweats before feeling the heat of desire in between my legs. My mind would flash with visions of depraved sexual fantasies. If only I had not mouthed off to that witch a week ago in the market, then she would not have cursed me with a demon of the night. Seven days, I just had to last the week and then he would go away. Tonight was the last night and I fear my will was breaking. My boyfriend looked at me with great concern as I took a sip of hot espresso and midnight.
"You don't really intend on staying up the whole night, do you?" He questioned.
I glared at him. "That is exactly my intention."
"So you fear you are too weak to fight of the advances of the demon any longer?" He spat out distastefully.
I gripped the cup in my hand until my knuckles turned white. I held my tongue. Damnable witch, she was right. My boyfriend, Derrick, and I went to market together. We got into a fight. The witch told me to escape toxicity. I told the hag to fuck off. Now look where I am. I was on the brink of giving Derrick a piece of my mind when the lights flickered. I remained calm while he jumped like a coward. No wonder I was no longer attracted to him.
I heard my name, Morgan, being whispered. I turned to see if Derrick had noticed, but clearly the calling was only meant for my ears. My boyfriend muttered he was going to bed. I remained silent and headed out into the living room. The fireplace was crackling. I sat on the couch and covered up with a blanket. I tried to distract myself by reading a book, however, there were little things that bothered me: a sudden gust of cold wind made the hairs on my arms stand up, whispers in the air, and shadowy figures out of the corner of my eyes.
I put the book down and gasped startled. There he was, the demon that had been plaguing me all this time. His skin had a purplish tint to it. Horns jetted out from the top of his head. His tail with a pointed tip eagerly swayed in the air. My eyes trailed down his muscular body to see his rock hard erection. I swallowed hard.
"I didn't welcome you into my home." I said.
It was the only rule demons followed. They were only allowed entry into the home and body with permission.
He flashed a wicked smile and showed his sharp teeth. "Your mouth may not have beckoned me, but your body most certainly did. I can smell your arousal from here."
I flushed and realized my panties were quite damp. I was in a long gown. My nipples hardened against the silk fabric the more I gazed upon him. He was monstrous, yet, there was a undeniable attraction. He slowly approached me. I had half the mind to beckon him to leave, but there was a part that was curious about the pleasures from the creature of the night. He grabbed my blanket and slowly pulled it away from my body.
His body towered over me as I found myself leaning back on the couch to create distance between us. However, I put myself in a more vulnerable position. I shuddered as his claws lightly scraped my delicate inner thighs. My damp panties were exposed to the air. I could feel the heat rise to my face even more.
I groaned as he lifted my gown higher, exposing my torso. His skin felt coarse against my flesh. I bit my bottom lip to prevent from moaning as he landed a tender kiss right above my panty line. My breathing started to quicken. The blood rushed through my veins. I felt as if my heart were going to burst from my rib cage.
"Just one more day...." I muttered as he continued to rain kisses on me.
