DISCLAIMER
THIS SPECIFIC POST IS RATED M FOR MATURE. IT MAY CONTAIN SENSITIVE CONTENT THAT IS NOT SUITABLE FOR AGES BELOW 18. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
~O~
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I was chosen.
In this small town, there is a vague tradition of choosing a
virgin in her prime to place as sacrifice whenever the demon arrives.
I was stripped off of all clothes and was lying naked on a
pile of bed sheets in the middle of what looks like a gazebo. This is where the
maidens are to wait for the demon to fornicate on them.
The sky was glowing blood red. I saw the demon drawing near.
It was gooey mass that took the shape of a man. It had no face but its limbs
found its way to my skin, caressing it roughly and sliding all around my body.
Its hands groped my bosom tightly. When a moan escaped my mouth, the demon sucked
on my lips.
I felt no fear, only pleasure. Every lick from my body
drives its manhood erect. Even if I knew that my eventual death is near, I welcomed
it wide open.
The demon penetrated me, despite my slippery insides, it was
doing me roughly. The demon sucked on my nipples as if sucking my entire being
from it. I fell for every touch, every squeeze, every pull on my hair, and
every lick in my ears. The friction was gaining heat, it made us both more
erotic than ever. It took great pleasure from me as I did from it. My arms were
wrapped around its neck as it was on top of me, thrusting forward repeatedly. Until
it had finally seeded inside me.
Its head fell on my chest and its arms crawled under my
back. My arms still wrapped around it. For a moment I forgot it was a monster
resting atop of me. Its head nested on my neck and planted pecks on it, before
sliding down between my legs.
My cradle was forming a fetus inside it. Suddenly my stomach
inflated like a balloon. In an instant, a sharp pain went over me as I gave
birth to the demon’s offspring.
It was a small bundle of black mass just like the demon,
with patches of human flesh. I saw it breath for a second, before the demon
devoured it in one gulp.
It was at this point I knew I was next to be eaten. For this
was the tradition. The demon devours its offspring first, before eating its
maiden.
I looked at the demon as it swallowed the child whole before
looking away and closing my eyes. I only wished it was not as painful as it
looks.
I waited to be enveloped by his mouth, or a sharp pain from
a bite. But nothing happened.
The demon kept on sniffing me. It seemed to be disgusted of
my scent. The demon ran off and left me in the sheets.
~O~
Now, just remember this is a dream. Some details are added for artistic
purposes. The dream was longer and more convoluted but I had poor memory of it
because, ya know, it’s a dream.
I’m not afraid of sharing a bit of smutty dreams. But this is a fair
warning for future smut content.
These are for mature weirdos ONLY.