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I can’t move.
I instantly go from drowsy to alert and scared. I’d experienced sleep paralysis before, but that was many years ago, and I can’t help the fear closing my throat up and chilling my otherwise sweaty body. As I am on my stomach, I can’t see the room, which partly comforts me, despite the childish logic behind it. Nothing scary was happening other than some leftover sleep locking up my joints. I tried to focus on my breathing, close my eyes, in, out, in, out, in—
There is something on the bed. My eyes open and the tide of fear rushes back up my spine. I can feel the weight creeping up between my legs. I can distinctly hear faint breaths that aren’t mine getting closer and closer to my head. I try to make a sound, grunt, scream, yell, anything, but all that comes out is a quiet, broken groan. The weight lifts for a moment, and I left out a shuddering exhale in relief.
However, the weight comes back near tenfold—where before it felt like maybe a cat or small animal, now it feels like a person is crawling on top of me. The sudden weight combined with a crash of adrenaline forces a high grunt out of my mouth. In spite of myself, I can feel a steady warmth collecting between my legs. As soon as I note this, I feel what must be a hand rub down my back to the source of my growing arousal.
I hate to admit this to myself, but I don’t dislike this. The primitive fear of being helpless feeds into my arousal. I feel the person — if it is one — gently stroke my neck with cool fingers. I shiver, not expecting the touch to feel so real (or so cold). They put their arms on either side of me and lower themself over my back so that I can feel their mouth right next to my ear.
“Do you want me?” they say, just above a whisper. Their breath is cold, far colder than any person’s would be, but their voice is warm and soothing. I find myself regaining control slowly, just enough to allow me to nod slightly. The fact I can move a bit startles me, and I worry that the person will vanish as soon as I wake all the way up. Before I can finish the thought, I hear a low, rumbling chuckle.
“Don’t worry about that, dear. I’m a little more than a figment of your imagination,” they hum into my other ear. I shudder once more and I feel myself clench around nothing, heat in my stomach flaring. They slowly peel the sheets off of me and expose my skin to the still, warm air of my room. Despite having the air conditioning at full-throttle, I live in an old building, and it never stays the temperature I want for long. With this and no ceiling fan, I treated myself this night by sleeping in the buff in fresh sheets. Never have I been more thankful to be caught naked (nor do I think I ever will again). Though my joints are still largely unresponsive to my commands, I feel myself instinctively pull my thighs together, squirming and trying to get some friction.
Their breath puffs out in a small laugh at my attempts, and their slender fingers trail down my spine. My eyes roll back and close, and I groan. The chill of their hands still manages to set my nerves alight, and I find myself more sensitive than ever before.
The individual presses small kisses and nips against my hot, damp neck, and deeply inhales my scent. Were I in a more lucid state of mind, I would have been embarrassed, but the idea of my scent being so good to another adds to my fervour.
“Hmmm, like an aphrodisiac,” they groan in my ear. My hair prickles and I can feel them smile against me as they bite my earlobe. They continue to scorch a trail down my neck, pausing only to suck what will surely leave hickies.
They reach my ass and pull back for a second. I whine out, pushing up to search for their soothing touch, only to feel myself be pulled up so that my ass is high in the air. They have the kindness to shove a pillow to me so I can sit comfortably. I mutter an incoherent thanks that's cut off by a squeak when they lick a line down my slit. I push my face into the pillow. I feel cool hands hold my hips and slide down the outside of my thighs. I sigh and reflexively move to push my legs together to get some friction, but the person’s hands dart between my thighs quickly and keep them apart. I groan in frustration.
“Patience, darling,” they purr. I don’t have time to make a comment or respond before they press a wet kiss to my cunt, and I yelp, earning a rumbling laugh and tickling me in the best possible way. They lick between my lips and slide towards my clit, then close their mouth around it with a gentle tug. Even these light touches feel electrified against my aching core.
“Hmm… what,” I breathe out, panting, “what is your name?”
I feel the mouth that was sucking so tenderly before smiling and moving back. “Tiras.” He shifts his body and I can feel his fingers circling my entrance and his mouth moving towards my clit again. “Now, be good for me and put it to use.”
With no further warning, he pushes in and curls his fingers while simultaneously sucking and licking on my clit with more intensity this time. White spots cover my vision for a moment and my back arches. I let out a choked groan.
“Ti…” I huff, “fuck, Tiras,” I slur. The remnants of sleep paralysis combined with the pleasure make my words hard to make out, but my intentions are made clear by my tone. He lets out a delighted purr and speeds up. I start to shake, and I’m openly drooling on the pillow by this point, panting and huffing.
“Such an obedient little pet, aren’t you?” he simpers. I nod. “I can’t hear you, darling.”
“Hn… yes, your pet, I’m obedient,” I breathe into the pillow. “I want to be--Fuck, I want to be good for you… Good for you, TirassssssSHIT,” I build to a near shout when he hits my g-spot multiple times and pulls on my clit with his sinful tongue. At this rate, I won’t be able to last for much longer.
“Coming so soon? Well,” he says, voice low, “I’m flattered.” I hear this right next to my ear despite still feeling his mouth on my clit. My eyes roll back sat feeling his breath on my neck and hearing his voice, and it drives me over the edge. My whole body seizes up in waves, and I let out a strangled cry. My vision whites out for a second, and my brain is completely blank, filled with only the sensation Tiras has given me.
I crumple onto the bed, breathing hard and heavy. My eyelids are drooping but open enough to make out a handsome masculine figure who has laid to my left. He has a strong nose, sharp cheekbones, and long, dark, wavy hair. His form is hardly opaque and has a shimmering quality at its edges. His deep-set eyes that are a gentle glowing red seem to appraise me.
“What a lovely face you’re making,” he croons, and moves in to kiss my forehead. “Guess I’ll just have to work to see it again, won’t I?” He pulls me close to his cool chest and runs his fingers through my hair. His tender hands and cool touch pull me back into the depths of sleep I left not too long ago.
In the morning, I feel refreshed and cheerful. Only after taking a shower and brushing my teeth do I notice the hickies on my neck.