Chapter Three

Seren

Pleasure ran through me, and I tried to squirm but couldn't move. Not a single inch of my body could move. Part of me didn't want to anyway. I didn't want this pleasure to stop.

A wet, hot tongue was lapping up my dripping pussy.

Holy fuck. My eyes squeezed shut as a moan caught in my throat.

I felt each flick against my clit, and each time it dipped into me. For a moment, it felt like the tongue was endless, pushing itself inside of me. It pulled from my pussy, then it dipped, running under me and along my asshole, reaching up my crack.

My body was on fire. I'd never felt pleasure like this. No one's tongue had ever been this good.

The sound of licking filled my ear when the tongue came back to my pussy. Licking me like a melting ice cream cone on a hot day. My thighs shook slightly. I wanted to cum. Cum hard on…. His face.

Wait, whose face?

My eyes opened to my dark ceiling. I tried to sit up but realized… I couldn't move.

My eyes dropped, and then I saw the leaking of shadows surrounding my thighs. Was that… the monster?

My heartbeat sped up, and he shifted, bright white eyes looking up at me. I pushed my head back into the pillow, gasping.

"Calm down, little one. I am not going to hurt you," it said, mouth still wrapped around my pussy. Its voice was deep, shaking me to my core.

Oh fuck. I thought, eyes squeezing shut. My orgasm built in my hips as the fear was overtaking my chest. His tongue was long, so long that when he dipped it inside of me, it bunched up as he shoved more in it. It felt like a thick dick just pushing in and out of me. I looked up at the ceiling, hips aching for a release. My body wanted to react, to rub myself against his mouth.

I felt his sharp teeth around my soft vagina lips. A noise escaped him, and the bed rocked slightly. His face rocked against my pussy, and that was enough to send me over the edge.

A cry ran through me, and my eyes squeezed shut. My orgasm slammed into me, stealing my breath away. My heartbeat stopped for a moment, and I held my breath. My mind ran blank, and I completely forgot there was a demon monster between my legs.

The monster let out a growl, but then it mixed with a whimpering moan.

It pushed me over the edge as I inhaled sharply. I felt my pussy push out juices that I didn't even know I had. It squirted right against the tongue of the monster.

My eyes shot open, and I sat up quickly, breathing heavily from my orgasm. My thighs were spread, but the shadow monster was gone as if he'd never been there. Reaching over, I turned on the lamp on the nightstand. My thighs were soaking wet, and so was the bed where I was. But looking a bit further down, I saw another white, wet spot.

Did… Is that… the monster's semen?

I let out a moan, still feeling his tongue slithering in and out of me. I plopped back down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Is that really what the monster wanted to do to me? Give me a powerful orgasm that I've never felt before.

I reached between my legs, brushing my clit. I jerked, sensitive and swollen to the touch. "What just happened?"

"Wow, you look well rested," Bex said when she came in for her shift the next day.

I felt it too. After that orgasm, I fell asleep, and he didn't come again, though part of me wanted him to. My body selfishly ached for more.

"Thank you. I actually slept well," I said.

"The demon didn't hurt you?" she questioned.

I shook my head, leaving out that he gave me the best head I've ever had. "Just stared. I ignored him."

"Good girl. Want to hear about my date? The date was awful, but the sex was good!"

Laughing, I nodded, continuing my tasks of making boxes for the day. She told me about the guy who was shy and quiet. He seemed to be doing well for himself when he did answer. They did have sex in the restaurant bathroom…

Would any of my employees or customers do that here? Surely not in a bakery's bathroom, right?

Thinking about sex…

My face heated up during the conversation with Bex. It reminded me of last night and the sleep paralysis monster. His tongue was so deep inside. It was long, almost the length of my arm, and it would bunch inside of me thickly like he was trying to fit his whole tongue all inside of me.

Did that actually happen? Usually people questioned my sanity, though Bex hadn't. Even now I was starting to question it. That was the monster that had been haunting me for a year, and he was between my legs, licking like a starved man.

And I liked it.

There was evidence of our doing. His wet stain and my squirting. My body might have reacted to the dream, right? But his spot?

I realized afterward that his hips were rocking the bed lightly. Heat rushed between my legs.

I spent all day wondering if it happened or didn't happen. Would these dreams get… weirder and weirder? Like, should I be scared of this monster now or have lust rush over me like a warm wave on a summer's day?

The bell at the front door chimed, and I turned around to greet the customer. I froze, seeing a handsome, tall guy. His hair was a chestnut color, styled pushed back. He had some thick circular glasses, and behind those were the chocolatiest, yummiest eyes I'd ever seen. I almost melted under his gaze. He beat me to the introduction.

"Hi, can I get a cupcake?" he asked.

"Of course. Welcome to Starlight Bakery," I said, moving to the case.

He met my eyes. "Thank you. It's my guilty pleasure sometimes."

I smiled at that. "I know what you mean. I have too much access."

"I would love that. Can I get the giant chocolate peanut butter one to go?"

I nodded, gloving up and putting his giant cupcake in a plastic box and then in a bag with handles. It was one of my favorites, with a chocolatey fudge base and light peanut butter whipped icing with a Reese's peanut cup sticking out of the icing.

"So, uh, are you busy?" he asked as I put in the total of his order to charge him.

I looked up. "Like the store… or?"

"No. I mean later, like after your shift or something," he corrected me.

"I'm not," I said, mind running blank.

"Okay, cool. Would you like to do something? Like maybe get some ice cream. Or whatever you want because I know you work with a lot of bakery stuff."

"Not ice cream, and ice cream is my favorite dessert."

He smiled, paying. "Sounds good. Be back at closing time for you."

My brow cocked as he walked out . Did that really just happen? A man asked me out?

I moved to the back counter, peeping at Bex through the window between the front of the store and the back. "Someone just asked me out."

She instantly smiled. "It's this new sleeping energy. It looks good on you."

Or having an amazing orgasm against a monster's mouth?

"What's his name? Is he hot?"

I opened my lips but realized I didn't get his name or anything. "I don't know, but I do know he's hot. Who knows if he'll even come back at closing time," I said with a shrug. It had been a while since I'd been on a date or anything. I felt too busy with work and trying to stay awake. I felt confident that I didn't feel rushed now, finally well rested. Or at least more than I have been getting these last few months.

She told me not to be so negative, so I shrugged it off, returning to work.

It didn't sit right that I had dreams about what I experienced yesterday. I'd been getting nightmares and sleep paralysis for months, and now, all of a sudden, the thing haunting me went down on me to eat me out.

And I came from it, paralyzed and unable to stop myself.

But it felt so good that I didn't even think to try to wake up and stop him. The more I thought about it, the more my body reacted. My breath picked up, and my thighs felt hot. I was getting turned on by a monster, a shadow monster.

I spent the rest of the day in a lust-filled daze, just working through the motions.

At the end of the day, I was packing the leftovers for the homeless when the front door dinged open.

"Sorry, we are actually closed," I said, standing up.

There stood the hot guy from earlier who asked me out. He smiled slightly at me, shoving his hands in his jacket.

"Hey…" I started, not expecting him to come back.

"I said I would be back."

I looked down at the boxes in front of me. "Oh shit, I forgot." Nerves rushed through me, and I looked at him. "Not about the date. I forgot…" I sighed. "I take leftovers to the homeless. I do it every day and-"

"Can I join?" he asked.

My eyes scanned him. "Really?"

"That sounds rewarding and like a good thing to experience," he nodded. "I don't mind unless it's something you do by yourself. If that's the case, I don't mind waiting for you to be done after."

I shook my head. "No. You are welcome to join. Just let me finish up really quickly." I moved around the counter and went to the front door, locking it and turning off the open sign.

I moved quickly, trying to get done with what I needed to. I left kind of a mess for the opening shift, but then I realized that I was the opening shift, so it didn't matter. I finished packing up the rest of the leftovers.

"That chocolate cupcake didn't last more than five minutes in my car on the way home," he said with a shy smirk.

"Yeah?" I asked, pushing my pink hair behind my ear. "I love the cupcakes; they are so delicious."

"Maybe I'll come back tomorrow for more."

I set the boxes on the counter. "I have some leftovers if you'd like some."

He shook his head. "That has someone else's name on it. I'll let them experience it. Plus, I'll get to see you tomorrow."

A small smile curled on my lips as heat rushed to my cheeks.