AUTHOR'S NOTE AND WARNING TO READERS:
I wrote a follow up to "Pleasant Nightmares", much in the same vein as the first. Please be warned that this story is focused on a pee fetish. Specifically, drinking or swallowing pee. It also features some twisted forms of reluctance, and certain loss of control, and horror elements in the shape of a demonic entity. Furthermore, there is no vaginal or anal penetration in the story, and readers who do not enjoy pee (and piss drinking) likely won't enjoy this story. You have been warned.
Obviously, it is a work of fiction, and all of the characters in the story are above the age of eighteen.
I wrote a second part to the story because the first one seemed to be appreciated. Hopefully, it will manage to scratch the same itch as the first part did. Thank you for reading.
--- PLEASANT NIGHTMARES - PART 2 ---
Clara could not believe she was doing this. She laid in her bed, stark naked, in the middle of the day - horny beyond belief. Her nipples were erect and her body tingling. Her mind was spinning. The shame was overwhelming already. Her hands trembled, and she felt as if she had lost her mind - and perhaps that was true? She could not think straight any longer. The thoughts and images in her head were too much for her to handle - too perverted to bear. But she didn't touch herself. Not in the slightest. No - her goal was to fall asleep. Because it was in her sleep that the sleep paralysis demon always appeared. It was only then that she would feel real pleasure.
Clara's mouth was watering already. Her thighs rubbed together, desperate for a release of any kind. She did not know what to do with herself. It was a weird feeling. A strong urge was growing inside her, and it was getting stronger by the second. But she felt mad at herself for it. How was she supposed to fall asleep if she was feeling this aroused!? She needed to calm down. Needed to let her tiredness embrace her. Needed to do whatever it took to enter the realm of the resting. This was wrong. So wrong. But Clara had come to realize she had no choice but to obey it. Only with the demon's cock in her mouth and it's pee running down her throat could she feel any real pleasure. She needed to be humiliated again.
It took her the better part of an hour - but eventually, Clara managed to find some kind of inner peace. The feeling of exhaustion finally came back to her, and she grew quiet and still - drifting off into a deep slumber. But when her eyes closed for good, she was not fast asleep - not ready to enter a dream state. No, she was waiting for something else. Her next pleasant nightmare.
--- 2 ---
She did not know how much time had passed. But suddenly, she was jolted awake-but-not-quite-awake. The roar of the demon's laughter echoed in the room. Her body was frozen, unable to move, but her eyes opened wide. Inside she felt fear, and a panic, and an unquenchable thirst. The sleep paralysis demon had an amused look on it's horrible, shadowy face, and said:
- "Clara, Clara, Clara.. Having me visit you at night is no longer enough for you?"
Clara remained silent - or rather, as silent as one could be when paralyzed by a twisted being. She could hear herself breathing heavily - almost panting. The demon rapidly and unnaturally approached her, as if flying across the room with speed that she did not think it's legs would allow. It stood by her side in a second, looking down at her. It seemed to tower over her. With sharp, needle-like teeth, it grinned at her. But it caressed her face softly, gently, with it's pointed and slender fingers - and somehow, that tenderness only made it more terrifying.
- "You must be thirsty, Clara.." it hissed, it's voice dripping with a sense of superiority, and sounding as if each syllable was licked by fire.
- "Yes.. M-Mmmh.. I'm thirsty." Clara replied. It took all of her strength to do so. Moving was incredibly difficult. But the creature knew she did not mean thirst for water. It was well aware of what she wanted. Craved. What brought her such pleasure and such humiliation. And making her feel ashamed and worthless seemed to be exactly what the demon desired most.