Info - CNC, monster Timothée, skull fuck, Dom Timmy, oral (male receiving), dark Timothée, supernatural
I'd been up so many nights lately, tossing and turning and unable to sleep. I wished dearly that I knew what it was that felt like it lingered on the edge of my vision.
It wasn't as if this was a new house. I'd moved into the dimly lit apartment three years ago. I'd never felt the presence I felt now.
All I could figure was that I was just feeling a bit off because I'd been on holiday. I'd saved up to visit Europe just like I'd always dreamed. I'd hit up Ireland, Italy, and France. It had been a whirlwind adventure.
Only one thing had been missing. I hadn't had any sort of one night stand or romance. I'd hoped for a couple day fling. Ravaging one another in a foreign hotel room, ordering room service because we wanted to spend every moment we could wringing pleasure from one another.
I'd tried with many a handsome fellow, but it didn't work. In fact, when I began to talk they almost seemed scared. Sure I was American, but that didn't mean I was holding bombs on myself.
I would see a man, and smile. He'd saunter over to me. I would place my hand on his chest or cup his jaw. He would open his mouth and say his name in a delicious accent. Then, it would be my turn. I would open my mouth and whoever I was holding would go pale. They would back away as I uttered my name. Unrecognisable emotion would always fill their eyes. They'd go stumbling away as if I'd screamed at them.
When I got home, I expected to be able to relax. I couldn't. I felt like I was being watched. I attributed it to having been around so many people, and now being alone. However, the feeling was lasting days.
I felt nervous all the time. It seemed like there was something or someone lingering on the edge of my vision. Whenever I turned, nothing was there. Things were just as they were supposed to be. I couldn't figure out why my skin prickled so badly when I was alone in my house.
I sighed and laid my head down. My eyes were too heavy to keep reading fanfiction. I had desperately hoped that the fluff would make me feel better. I still felt extremely uncomfortable.
I tried to slow the pounding of my heart. I heard a scuffling and I shot up. I looked around warily. I didn't see anything out of order. My head was playing tricks on me surely.
"Just stop y/n, you're being paranoid," I sighed. I flopped down onto the bed.
"Are you?" Came a dark voice. My eyes sprung open. Inches from my face was the most horribly lovely creature I'd ever seen. Something about him was other worldly even if he did appear to be human shaped.
My heart was skipping beats as the feral thing drooled saliva down onto my face. Warmth pooled in my core and I didn't know why or how that was happening. The breath of the monster washed over me. To my surprise it didn't smell rank or putrid. It smelled like expensive wine and cologne and a warm crackling fire.
Suddenly, I was too hot to stay still. I was prickling all over. I wanted to move or to blink away the being in front of me.
"Y-you've been in my house," I gulped.
"Clever girl," he said. His neck cracked as he turned his head to the side.
"Pretty girl," he hissed. His hand caressed my cheek. His skin was cold even though he radiated heat.
"What are you?"
"Oh?" He chuckled. "Not who? What?"
"I-I can tell you aren't real. I don't even know if this is real," I said shakily.
"Oh darling, this is terribly real," he said with mock sympathy. My heart was pounding so harshly it almost hurt. Blood roared in my ears. My heaving bosom pressed against the lean chest of the beast.
"You let something in when you came baaaaack," he said in an alarming sing song voice.
"What?" I breathed.
"Something dark," he giggled madly. "Something wild, and fierce and immortal."
"Oh," I gasped as his long body pressed against mine.
"I am the madness on the fringes of your mind. I am the devil on your shoulder. I am the nightmare that won't let you go. I am the monster under your bed, and now pretty girl," he cooed and blew air along my neck. "I want IN the bed."
He harshly grabbed my jaw. The creature was beautiful as an evil smile unfurled over his face. He rammed two fingers inside my mouth. I dutifully sucked them.
I was scared but I was excited. I didn't know who this Angel of death was. I didn't know why I wanted him. All I knew was this felt right in the most wrong way.
I felt like Eve taking that first bite of the apple. A terrible pleasure I shouldn't know about overtook my body. I realised he was completely nude.
"How could I resist?" He asked me. "Such a pretty little thing that sleeps so soundly. I watch you, you know."
"You do?" I asked, feeling tears prick my eyes. I didn't know what to feel. I was overwhelmed.
"I can't stop now," he purred.
His hard cock dangled over my mouth. He pried my lips open. He forced his dick into my wet warmth. I whined around the length.
"Such a pure girl aren't you? You don't want this," he teased me.
He grabbed either side of my face. He was ramming his cock into my skull. I was gagging and drooling. He wouldn't stop even if I choked, I could see it in his eyes.
"Don't lie to yourself. You wanted this every moment of that vacation. I clung to you even then. You couldn't make your dreams come true, so I made a nightmare of lust bring me to life."
He sounded wild. He was hammering into my mouth. The way he used me like a doll, had come to me of all people, had chased off every other man, turned me on. I felt naughty and desired.
I arched into his crotch. His long finger tangled in my hair. He was yanking my head up to give himself pleasure. My throat was being stuffed full of dick.
"You like it!" he hissed over and over. He was grunting and moaning like an animal in heat.
My eyes were full of tears as I tried to take what he pushed deep in my mouth. Spittle coated my chin, I reached up shakily to grasp his bicep. I held him tight to let him know. I needed him to know I didn't resent him. I was thankful for this dark gift of pleasure. I needed to be used and treated like this. I had needed it for longer than I even knew.
"I'm going to fucking poison you with my cum. It will crawl through your veins and infect your body. You'll never feel the same again, and never crave anyone else the same way," he told me. He was grinning from ear to ear.
"I'm going to spill my hot seed down your throat,"he groaned. He was rutting into my mouth. He let out a roar and ropes of cum were flooding my insides. I dutifully gulped down what he provided me.
"Good girl," he sighed and caressed a thumb down the front of my throat.
I didn't remember falling asleep. I didn't remember the man leaving. When I woke up I nearly thought the whole thing had been a dream. However, that feeling of a dark entity was gone. I no longer felt the fear and paranoia. Instead I felt this deep longing, an ache in my gut. I didn't know which one was worse.
