Chapter Five

Seren

My thighs were soaking wet, dripping with each passing moment.

My sleep paralysis monster stood over me, his upper body barely being able to be seen in the dark. His clawed hands gripped his pink shaft so hard as he jerked it up and down. His glowing eyes were locked on my body, bouncing to take in every inch of me.

I almost felt embarrassed, as if I should cover up, but he was moaning, hips jerking to his hand.

He wanted to look at me and do this. And I didn't want to stop him.

My thighs trembled slightly, but I didn't dare try to wake up.

I didn't care if that was weird or sick of me. I wanted all that he would give me. His head was fantastic, and I could only imagine what his cum tasted like.

"You look like you want me so badly," he said, voice rough like sandpaper. "I know you do, don't you?"

Yes. Yes. My eyes locked onto the massive cock before me. It looked slightly human, with his shadow snaking around his hand and cock.

My body ached for his dick. Ached for a release.

"I'm coming," he moaned, head dropping down. His claw pressed against the wall above my headboard. His tip was pointed right down at me, hand jerking fast and hard.

He was going to come all over my naked body.

My breath hitched as I watched his dark black body flex. His hand didn't slow down.

With a final groan, his tip started spraying ropes of semen all over my face. He pushed his dick down a bit and finished on my chest and stomach. With a sigh, he let his monstrous cock drop. "Mine," he growled.

Slowly, he climbed down my bed, leaving his hot cum all over my paralyzed body.

A whimper left my throat.

"I know, baby. You smell so horny," he muttered, and I felt something long and wet against my stomach.

My eyes dropped, and I saw his long pink tongue licking up some of his cum. Without another thought, he scooped it up and then pushed it right inside of me.

A gasp escaped me. He probably shouldn't do that, but I wouldn't stop him.

"We taste so good together," he moaned, tongue pushing deeper and deeper.

My eyes widened, jumping to the ceiling. I swore I could feel his tongue inside of my fucking stomach. It was so deep that it triggered my orgasm early.

He didn't even do much.

My pussy tightened around his tongue, clamping and releasing my orgasm. My chest was heaving, breath hitching with my release.

My eyes opened after I saw flashes of white.

His tongue pulled out of me slowly, and I could hear him lick his lips. "Good girl. You taste so good."

I wanted more. Ached to be filled more and more, until I was cuming repeatedly.

But the monster stood, cock still out of the shadows and barely hard. "I swear if I ever smell another man on you again, I won't make you cum. I will leave you aching. No man will ever be able to please you like I can, Seren."

And I believed it.

My fingers twitched involuntarily and when I opened my eyes, I saw sunlight peeking through the window. I sat up quickly, chest heaving.

Looking around, he was gone. Cum sat on my chest and caked to my face. My favorite cupcake moo moo was cut in half down the middle like the monster did to me last night. I licked my lips, tasting his salty cum on them.

So, the last two nights weren't just my imagination. My sleep paralysis monster ate my pussy and then came all over my body last night.

Heat rushed to my thighs as I stood to get cleaned up. He really didn't like that I went on a "date" with Bryant. It wasn't even good, and I wasn't planning on going on another.

Definitely not planning it now.

I moved into the bathroom, trashing my cut-up moo moo. Turning on the lights, I looked at myself. White cum was glopped on my face.

"Mine." His voice filled my head again.

I've never had a man want me that much. Call me beautiful as he came all over my body.

I looked down to the trail of white lacing my body and for a moment, I saw what the monster saw. A beautifully made body with curves all over. My hand ran over my round stomach, mixing his cum into my skin like it was lotion. For a moment, I admired my figure, and I felt beautiful.

Was it because the scariest person on the earth called me beautiful?

I ran to the shower and hopped in. My body relaxed under the hot water. Over and over, what we did played in my head, well what he did to me.

His cock kept coming to mind, and I ached for it to be inside of me.

But I didn't want to be paralyzed when it finally happened. I wanted more, and I wanted to be able to touch him.

Was that crazy of me?

"You're glowing," Bex mentioned the moment she saw me.

Heat rushed to my chest then instantly down to my lower stomach. I'd been able to sleep and get the greatest pleasure I'd ever felt before.

"Did that date go well?"

Oh… yeah… him. "No."

She cocked a brow, setting down her bag on the counter. "No? Was he creepy or annoying?"

"Neither. We just didn't click like I thought we would," I said with a shrug. "I didn't even know his name for a bit. It's okay."

She sucked her teeth. "You need a man to rock your bed and protect you from the monster at night," she said, wiggling her perfectly manicured nails at me.

I glanced down at mine, wondering if I would have some time to get my nails done. When was the last time I did something for myself like that? I'd been stuck in survival mode, and although it'd only been two nights that I had slept, it had helped my mental health way more than I thought it would.

"Unless someone is already rocking your bed." Bex wiggled her brows at me.

I rolled my eyes, but a smile went on my lips.

"Someone is. Who? "

My lips parted to lie to her, but the front door dinged with a new customer. "Customer. Sorry." It was a good way out as I moved to the front of the house and greeted the newcomers with a smile.

The air around me felt lighter than ever and less tense as well. Of course, Bex would know something was up. She had been my friend for a long, long time. She noticed things like that.

After finishing up with customers, I turned quickly to see Bex right behind me, eyes locked on me.

"Bex!" I jumped, grabbing my chest. My heartbeat wildly against my palm.

"You're hiding something," she muttered, crossing her arms over her chest.

"No, I'm not."

"You've been getting laid, and it's been putting your ass into a deep, rem sleep," she said.

I rolled my eyes, moving to the back to continue online bakery orders.

"Just tell me who."

I looked at her and wanted to. But… would she think that I was weird, lusting and receiving pleasure over my sleep paralysis monster? I shook my head and looked down.

"Seren!" She gasped. "Why are you withholding this? Who is he? Or she?"

I chuckled, shaking my head. "No one. No one."

When she was silent, I looked up. Our eyes locked, and I could tell my lies were hurting her feelings. At that moment, I decided it was better for her to look at me weirdly than to be upset with my lies. I let out a sigh, setting down the frosting for the cookies I was making. "Do you know how he can touch me?"

Her eyes scanned my face, searching for a clue to who he was. After a second, she muttered, "the sleep monster?"

I nodded. "I apparently… gave consent, and… he's been… doing what he wants to me."

We stared at each other for a moment.

I was waiting for her to laugh at me, to call me crazy or whatever she wanted to say. To make fun of me.

Instead, she asked, "Is he good?"

My eyes rolled back as I thought about all the things he'd done to me. "Too good."

"Okay, spill all the details, now!" she said.

And I did. Telling her about his tongue and what he did yesterday after my date. A smile and wide eyes were on her face. She was amused and filled with wonder.

"I want a monster! Oh my gosh! So, he just touches you and does whatever he wants to you?"

"I can't move," I said.

"That's so hot."

I let out a chuckle. "You believe me?"

She nodded. "If he can hurt you, he could do whatever else he wants to you. So, do you think he's been watching you because he wants you to be his?"

Mine. His growl was so clear in my head.

"I don't know. We don't get to talk or anything."

She shrugged. "He waited for consent so maybe give him more ground rules. Ask to be able to move or something."

"I can just do that?"

She shrugged as another customer came in, but this time, she went to deal with them. I genuinely felt like Bex believed me. My body did feel more relaxed, and I felt a bit lighter in an energy sense.

I never thought of telling the monster to let me move. I wouldn't be sure if he would let me.

I chewed on my lip. The day went by fast, me following my routine of giving the leftovers to the homeless.

It was something I started when I noticed leftovers. I loved baking all the stuff from scratch. I didn't want to toss them, and sometimes I would sell them for discounted prices. But giving them to someone who hasn't been able to taste or afford the bakery was better. Most of their eyes lit up when they saw my car, and I enjoyed giving them their remedies for a sweet tooth.

The money I lost didn't matter when I gained so much more. My bakery was more successful than ever, bringing in six figures a year. Sometimes I made extra cupcakes or donuts on purpose, just to give them out at the end of the day.

I drove home like always, grateful and with a smile on my face. Grateful I could make someone else smile and grateful I was in the position I was in.

Entering my home, I sighed and took time to do some self-care and wind down. At the end of the night, I sat on my bed, looking at the room around me. The light was still on and part of me was too scared to turn it off, in case the monster was already waiting.

I craved him, yet still feared him. Who knows if he will come back? Three nights in a row of pleasure?

Mine…

He'd be back. I knew it.

"Sleep paralysis monster, I want to be able to move and speak… to moan for you," my cheeks heated up as I continued. "I want consent to touch you and to be able to move."

If I was able to move last night, I could only imagine how far it would have gone. Touching him and gripping him. Or would my hands go right through him and his shadows?

"If that's possible. Thank you." I quickly laid down, throwing the blankets over me. My cheeks burned with embarrassment.

How stupid. I thought to myself, feeling my eyes getting heavy once my head hit the pillow.