Agnes couldn't sleep that night. Stupid Beau. Stupid Agnes. Being 25 and staying at home in a small town called Paradise Falls (which was a real joke as to how fitting the name is), Louisiana far from anything interesting sounded like the perfect nightmare. There was only one road in and out of that town. Sometimes Agnes would take the car and just sit at the sign "You are now leaving Paradise Falls." If only...
She looked up at the ceiling looking at the glowing plastic stars her father gave her for her 10th birthday. They glued them together on the wall into constellations: Ursa Major & Minor, Orion, Delphinus, Aquila, Cygnus, & Perseus. Algol was for some reason Agnes's favorite. The Demon Star they called it. An evil star representing violence and blood shed. Agnes was always into the occult though that masturbation ritual with Michelle was the first time she ever participated.
As she admired the Demon Star Agnes felt a stir in the shadows. She strained her eyes until they adjusted to the darkness. Nothing. Agnes lay back down on the sweat sticky sheets. Damn that broken air conditioner...
Agnes tossed and turned in her cheap sweat soaked sheets. The middle of July and it was the hottest summer on record. Why couldn't it rain? Their air conditioner was still broken. Agnes's brother, Louis still hadn't fixed it. He didn't even live there so what did it matter to him if they all died of heat stroke. He would get the property then sell it to add to his fortune.
Louis won the lottery a few years back. Over a million dollars, some of which he invested to make more. He lived in Baton Rouge with his greedy wife and 4 spoiled brats. He only came for Sunday family dinner to rub his success in their faces. He had to flaunt how he escaped the boring cacophony of church sermons and county fairs.
Agnes took a deep breath as she closed her eyes. She began to count... 1. 2. 3... She started to drift off. The heat making her dizzy possibly. Suddenly Agnes could feel a pair of hands messaging her thighs. She felt a pair of lips kiss the inside of her thigh. Her pussy began to tingle and moisten at the attention and teasing being done to her. She let out a soft moan as Agnes felt some fingers gently rubbing her wet hot sex.
At first she figured it was herself. Sometimes Agnes masturbated to help her sleep but then she felt a rough tongue give her pussy one long slow lick. At first she was shocked. Was she asleep already? The tongue continued to lap in between her folds with such relish that it took nourishment from her juices.
Agnes writhed and groaned as the stranger's tongue flicked at her little engorged rosebud that was by now so sensitive that a slight flick would make her whole body tremble with delight. She felt the tongue dive into her heated core, fucking her until she was gripping the sheets for dear life as if afraid she would fly away.
Agnes bit her bottom lip to stop her moans, fearful that they would wake everyone and make them interrupt this sizzling wet dream she was having. Warm tingling sensations rippled through out Agnes's body as she gasped in pleasure when the stranger's tongue reached a place so deep within her that the stranger couldn't possibly be human.
Reaching her G-Spot Agnes spasmed as the orgasm tore through her like a destructive wave. She arched her back, a flower blossoming towards heaven as her cheeks flushed and body thrummed, the last remnants of her explosion as she laid still on the sweat soaked sheets. Agnes lay there catching her breath, smiling as she felt the stranger's hands wander up from beneath the covers reaching her lips swollen with desire. A thumb ran over them and from pure instinct Agnes opened her mouth and sucked on the exploring thumb. Even his thumb tasted good.
This was the most realistic dream she ever had. Agnes didn't want it to end as she felt the wandering hand travel to her neck, the thumb pressing against her pulse. However, the hand suddenly tightened it's grip. Agnes was having trouble breathing. She opened her eyes in alarm taking hold of the stranger's wrist trying to pry it from her throat. She wanted to wake up. To scream for help but words caught in her throat as if the hand itself was halting her very words.
But then the stranger revealed himself. She didn't recognize the man though he was handsome. Dark hair with a square jaw and dark eyes that made shot a delicious shudder through her. He smiled wickedly as his eyes turned into yellow slits like a serpent. In fact his tongue, the one that gave Agnes so much pleasure, was forked. It slithered out of his sensuous mouth flicking at her like a snake.
Agnes's eyes widened in fear, her heart seized with terror. This man was a demon. She wanted to wake up. Agnes could feel his manhood iron hard and hot against her quivering sex. But despite the violence being done to her now her legs spread wide open for the beast. Agnes wanted to feel that raging cock between her tender thighs until she exploded again.
The demon licked Agnes's cheek as he hiked her thigh higher, his claws scraping against her nubile flesh sending tingles to her pulsating core.
Agnes woke up with a start. The sun was glaring in her face as it rose to greet another scorching summer day. What the hell was that? She looked to see long red marks on her thighs. What did that?
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The next morning was Sunday. Church. She could say she was sick. Anything to avoid her family. But Mary was a bull dog when it came to church.
"Agnes Grace Milton!" Mary didn't even knock. She never knocked. She barged in as Agnes sank into the smelly sweat sheets instead. Mary ripped the sheets off exposing Agnes to the harsh light of day.
