The Devil Inside Me 4

My skirts hit me furiously as they are lifted from behind and thrown over my head in haste. I started ripping layers off my bottom with no care to the condition of my garments afterwards. As clothing is removed from me I can feel dripping down my leg in anticipation. My heart beats quicker as I know his member is close to my back, moving down lower as to get ready to enter me. I arch my back in preparation and just as I can feel his hot member enter me from behind my eyes open.

"Eleanore."

My husband nudged me awake.

I stretched and reached for his face. I love him dearly, but It wasn't his member I was dreaming of.

"Good morning sweetheart."

These dreams had been coming more frequently, but not due to a lack of sexual fulfillment. After nearly 10 years of marriage and no children, it was assumed our marriage was one of little passion, but that was farther from the truth.

My hand, still caressing against his face, reaches down to his tight chest. I feel each muscle against my hand. The rugged outline brings a slight smile to my face.

"What are you smiling for, my love?"

I look up at my husband and hug my face into his stomach. I hear his heart beating through his belly and hug a little tighter.

"It's nothing. I just am savoring this moment before you leave."

James was a captain in the kings navy, although it meant a comfortable life for us both, it meant many months away from each-other. Each time, I would have no idea if I would even see him again. Although, I know if he truly died, I would feel my heart stop the same time as his.

In my embrace I melt lower and kiss the head of his penis lightly. I look up at him and smile as I place most of his member in my mouth. He moans and I can feel his body release into relaxation. I go farther and as I feel his penis hitting the back of my throat he pushes my head down and slips down further into my throat. I gag but he holds me down and thrusts his hips into me. I gag again and he releases me. I come up for air just to have him grab me by my hair and pull me all the way up to his face. With no time to breathe his mouth is on mine. We are locked into a deep kiss when I feel his finger inside me. I moan and I can feel the juices from his fingers dripping down my leg... just like my dream. I snap back, he is thrusting inside me. I scream out in pleasure as an orgasm ripples through my body. I can feel my vagina clench around his member. Then, he lets out a grunt and thrusts one last time as I feel his hot, sticky ejaculation fill up inside me. Who can think about a dream when this is reality?

Only hours later I am waving his ship goodbye as it sails off for the next 6-10 months. This is not my first go around with life without James. Both of us being nearly 30 years old and with almost 10 of those years together has brought us many experiences in life. Although time has passed, it seems like James was just leaving for his first assignment yesterday. The unsettling feeling of life without him will never go away, time and time again.

I continue on running our household and the day to day activities that are required of a married woman of my status for the next few weeks, and things start to feel normal again. I lay in bed each morning, thinking about James. This morning, my mind is on our last encounter. I slide my hand down and lift my night dress. I am already moist, but I stick a finger inside slightly to test the waters. I arch my back a little as I go in just a little farther. I am reminded of James, entering me with his mouth on mine. I feel him inside me and I am almost to climax when I begin to spin. Is this an orgasm? I am thrown back into my bed and I can feel my dress being lifted. Am I in a dream again? It felt familiar, but I knew it wasn't James. Just then, I could feel that familiar member entering inside me. He kept going and I yelped in both pleasure and pain. He kept going further, and once I felt like there was no more room inside me, he pressed on just one more thrust further inside me. I was not sure if he had even entered me with his entire member. The thrusting continued and I screamed out loud with no clear understanding of my own words. It hurt with each thrust but brought me closer to orgasm at the same time. Was he even entirely inside me? I reached around and I grabbed a hand full of his member. Then, I heard a growl. A legitimate and audible growl. He was most definitely not entirely inside me and he knew that I knew now. He thrust harder and I let go as I was sent into utter and absolute bliss. I melted into him as my eyes closed and when I opened them, I was alone on my bed. I reached down and felt my hot lips with my fingers. When I reached back up I was surprised by what I found. It was hot, sticky, and very familiar, but it wasn't from James. I washed up and went about my day. It must have been from me, but it all seemed so real.

Days went by since my last dream about the familiar stranger. I hadn't had another dream, but tried desperately to experience that feeling again. Day after day, I tired every object that I could find to enter me. I lay in bed thinking about both James, but increasingly the familiar stranger. Each time a different object would bring me to a different feeling, but it was never the same. I started small with my hairbrush handle. It tickled me as it entered, but the cold feeling was unsettling. I graduated to larger objects, but it was never satisfying enough.

I let out a little cry and began to sob as I felt guilt for trying to find the feeling I had with the stranger in my dreams. I missed James and I knew this was all grief, but it would pass when I saw him again.

After a few months my stomach became rounder and it was clear that after nearly 10 years we were being blessed with a child just in time for James return. The household was filled with laughter and joy as everyone prepared for the bundle that was sure to be on its way soon, but I kept a heavy heart as not a single letter had been received from James. It wasn't uncommon to not hear word for months, but as each day came and went I started to become more nervous.

It had been nearly 7 months, and with a swollen belly, I laid in my bed and stared sleeplessly at the ceiling. I hadn't thought about the familiar stranger in some time, but tonight I craved that release. I hadn't heard from James since he left for his assignment and his ship had been due back for weeks. Although, it could be more time till he returned I felt a sense of anxiety I just couldn't release. I knew I needed some kind of release.

With my extended stomach in the way I push past my bedskirts and feel around under my bed. Then I feel its smooth, hard exterior and grab at its girth. As I pulled up the large cucumber from under my bed I am amazed it is still in such good shape. For two days I had been inserting the large vegetable into me with hopes that I would feel full again. Although the fullness inside me is great, it is nothing like the feeling of the familiar stranger deep inside me. I close my eyes and shove the cucumber bwteeen my wet lips. As i shove it in I am thrown on my bed with force. My breath is taken out of my body as I feel a long finger wiggle inside of me. This was not the cucumber I originally had inside. I feel another slip inside. This time with a thrusting motion that forces me to take in a deep breath. I try to breath between thrusts as another finger is shoved inside of me. Is this a dream? I try to open my eyes and I look around but I only see my room. I am not in the blurry dreamscape I am accustomed to with this feeling. I can see a tall figure at the end of my bed. When I catch its eyes I think I see a glint of gold, but only for a second before my dress is thrown up once more and his head darts underneath. Then I feel it, and I am thrown back. A warm and rich feeling between my legs. Not only are there four very long fingers going inside of me, but a warm tongue lightly touches my cliterous and I nearly float off the bed. I try to lift my skirts to see the figure but am only thrown to the side of my bed. My bottom and belly hang off the side as I my dress is ripped off me nearly in half. My naked breasts are pushed into the bed as I hear that familiar growl. I try to look back, but I am thrown forward with a thrust. That large member begins to enter me, but I feel myself tear and I yip in pain. He quickly exits and I hear a low sound come from behind me.

"Who are you?!" I manage to yell out

I hear nothing but feel a warm finger start to rub back and forth on my cliterous. I arch my back in submission and as I feel his member enter me again I scream in pleasure this time.

"Who are you?!"

No response, but the thrusting continues. My back arches in another orgasm and I cry out.

"Please, I can't take another sir, please."

The pleasure enveloped me as I fell limp around his legs. He continued to thrust and then I felt the familiar gushing inside of me. Were any of those really dreams? Is this a dream? With little left to my breath and my eyes still closed I asked once more.

"Who..are..you?"

I open my eyes and see nothing in the dark but gold looking back at me.

"I am named many but am one and you are the mother of my child."

I sit up with such ferocity and sobriety that I am brought back to reality. Who is this golden eyed figure and what do they want with my baby? He continues to speak but I don't hear him.

"and you have been chosen to be my wife."

That I heard fully and I am immediately brought to tears.

"I am already married and this is his child."

"No, my dear, my seed has entered you time and time again. Once my mistress, now you will be my wife."

"No! I don't know you! This is a dream! A nightmare!"

As I cry I can feel a tight embrace around me. I try to wiggle out, but have no success. I hear a snap of fingers and then darkness flows through me. Where am I? What is going on? I open my eyes and see only darkness still, but can make out shapes. I can hear a light breathing some distance away and look over. Around the golden eyes I can see a face begin to emerge. I blink as it doesn't look human, but as I start to grasp an image in my mind the golden eyes dart backwards into further darkness.

"You're awake. Good."

The cold voice echoing through my skull.

"Who are you?"

I hear no response, instead I see the golden twinkle in the darkness again and then I have the courage to ask.

"What are you?"

I feel a hand on the small of my back as I am sat up and then I hear his voice clear.

"They call me by many, but I am one. You may call me Lucifer."

"Lucifer?!" I pull myself away and try to escape but fall to the ground. I am naked and my belly is small. Another fear hits me like a wave of nausea. "Where is my baby!?"

I am yelling now, but the gold eyes are gone. I reach in the air but no one is there. Where am I? Where is James? And where is our baby?