=== Friendly warning: First chapter of this series includes incest between a man and his father ===
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These creatures have been called many names throughout the ages, and the legends about them were tangled in countless myths and mysteries. Some of them were close to the truth, some of them were far off. Perhaps it was due to the supernatural essence of them that the details were lost on the humans, but the needs of the creatures known as "sleep demons" were straightforward and simple. In order to survive, they required virile, potent energy, that could only be harvested from the sexual lust of their victims.
During the middle ages, people did their best to ward off these demons, largely due to the belief that one would die after an encounter with a creature like that. But that was yet another one of many myths sleep demons had to face. It was quite laughable, actually - not only would the victims remain alive and well after a sleep demon fed on their desires, but they would almost always enjoy the process - even though you would never hear any one of them admit it out loud. Shame is a powerful thing.
As time went on, humankind has gone forward, and stories of supernatural creatures have become mere legends. That didn't change anything about the existence of these creatures, though. On the contrary - thanks to losing their faith in the supernatural, mankind has let their guard down, which was basically an invitation for these creatures to reign free and enjoy the endless feast of lust that humans offered them without even knowing it. Humans started calling it "wet dreams" and even made up a scientific explanation for it - something about your body relieving excess tension during the night when you sleep. The truth, however, was much, much more interesting.
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The night was still young, yet the neighbor had already gone silent. Only a person from the countryside can understand how ominously quiet the nights outside of a city can be. Cicada screams out in the field and burbling of a small stream nearby were the only companions for the Miller family during summer nights like these. Their house was far away from the other neighbors, but they never worried about anything happening to them out there - what was there to worry about in a small town like that anyway?
They weren't scared of robbers or thieves. And they didn't believe in werewolves, monsters... or demons. Luckily for Tenzurr.
Tenzurr was hungry. It had been a while since he feasted on a man's essence and it was making him weak. He was craving it - as a sleep demon, he couldn't go very long without a potent human male's seed, and a couple of days he already went through without food had made him feel all starved and restless. He knew it was time to go hunting again that night, and the Millers were an easy target. He spied on the house, lurking from the shadows for a couple of hours before nightfall. He had to make sure there wasn't a priest or a shaman inside - even though the chances were slim, he wasn't about to put his life on the line.
It seemed that the coast was clear though. And so, at exactly ten o'clock in the evening, the demon stepped out of his hiding to strike. He already knew who he was going to target, too.
Danny, the youngest member of the Miller family, was a proper young man. The whole neighborhood saw him as an example of what a lad of his age should be like and act like - obedient, religious, always looking good and clean-cut. Brown, short hair, a round face, and a cute smile. Warm, friendly, and always polite to everybody. A hardworking scholar, but an ambitious athlete as well. He was the pride of the Miller family, and his father had big plans for him - to send him off to a good university right after he graduated and have him become the first member of the family with a college diploma.
Danny was nineteen years old, a little older than the rest of his peers, and even though he was quite popular among the townsfolk, he never seemed interested in getting a girlfriend. His father paid it no mind, he was content with the boy focusing on school, and aside from a small rumor here or there, nobody else gave it much thought either. Little did everyone know what kind of thoughts were going through Danny's head when he was alone... thoughts that were anything but proper and religious.
Some thoughts the boy tried to push away, somewhere into the corner of his brain, where they wouldn't bother him. He never told anyone about these thoughts, these fantasies, and was positive that if he kept at it, nobody could ever figure out his secret.
That was where he was wrong. Tenzurr the demon knew what was going on in the boy's head from the first second he laid his eyes on him. You know how they say that some animals can smell fear? To a sleep demon, repressed sexual thoughts like this were a delicious aroma, an absolutely irresistible and unmistakable smell they could pick up from a mile away. The demon licked his lips as he crawled under the boy's windowsill. His first target was a good pick.
The oblivious young man had just got back home from school. Tuesdays were always the most exhausting for him at school, and the upcoming exams weren't helping the situation either. The boy went right to his room without even eating anything for dinner. He let out a sigh as the door closed behind him. What a day...
Tenzurr's red, glowing eyes were watching the boy from the other side of the windowpane. The boy was showing signs of stress and would, without any doubt, hit the bed soon. His usually well-combed hair was all messy, his white shirt was stained with ink and his armpits were drenching with sweat. Normally, the boy might have noticed the demonic face on the other side of his bedroom window, but the long day has taken its toll on his attention span. He could only see the cozy, warm bed and nothing else.
Danny sat on his bed and slowly began undressing. The demon's eyes carefully watched as the boy started exposing his chiseled body, unknowingly throwing a sensual show for the supernatural monster. His leather shoes and socks ended up thrown carelessly into the corner. The buttons of his shirt were next. One by one, the young man uncovered his naked chest, with only a couple strand hairs on his rock-hard pecs. He pulled the cloth away, revealing his nice, toned biceps and wide shoulders. His toned body was one of the reasons he wasn't getting any crap from his classmates for trying so hard at school - he could probably kick them all into a ball.
The belt, a gift from his father for Danny's birthday, got unbuckled and the pants got loosened. The demon was now staring at the very source of his next meal, bulging in the young man's tight briefs.
Danny sighed from exhaustion yet again and fell back on his bed. He closed his eyes for a second and tried to calm his thoughts down. So many things were going through his mind - the essay he was supposed to finish until Friday, the assignment that was due yesterday but that he was graciously given an extension for by his teacher, Mr. Davis, not to mention the big exam coming on Monday...
School. School everywhere. It was so overwhelming and exhausting.
Perhaps as means to escape his stressful thoughts, his mind went elsewhere. Danny took a deep breath and let his hand wander around his body. His fingers danced on his smooth chest and descended down onto his flat stomach. His tool started to awaken in his underwear, eager for attention, after being ignored and neglected for so long... His mind started to fill with images - images that a proper young man should not even let into his head, let alone to focus on and enjoy. His hand wanted to grab that cock, to milk it, and finally let all the stress, all the restlessness, and all of that tension out.
He stopped himself at the very last second. Disappointed in his actions, he whispered to himself.
"Don't do it, Danny," he said to himself in the empty room, "Remember what Father Johnson always says."
It took a couple of deep breaths to finally calm his growing need. After that, Danny crawled off the bed and positioned himself on his knees. With his hands together, he bowed down and started reciting a prayer.
Tenzurr chuckled to himself. He knew too well that prayer wouldn't help satisfy the boy's needs. If anything, it was going to push the thoughts even further away, making them all that much juicier. And yet, the solution to his needs was so simple. Tenzurr was glad that the boy decided against jerking off, though. He would be short on a meal if it came to that.
After he was done praying, Danny crawled back in his bed, wearing only his underwear. Not even a shower or a wardrobe change - he was going to sleep just like that. Poor guy just needed some rest. But Tenzurr knew that as long as he was there, the boy's night would be anything but relaxing.
Danny's hand reached for the lamp on his bedside table and turned the light off, basking the room in darkness. In just a couple of seconds, he was out cold, enjoying the deep slumber. The room was peaceful and quiet, with the silence only interrupted by the ticking of his alarm clock. The half-open window let the clean, fresh countryside air in. Such a calming, restful scene it was...
...until the demon's claw reached for the edge of the window, slowly pushing it up.
