I sat on the edge of my bed. The succubus had appeared to me in my dreams, and my lust overwhelmed me. In my dreams she was 5'2, with red skin and jet black hair, 100lb soaking wet. I had woken up with messy sheets on more than one occasion. When she wrapped her thighs around me, even though I didn't remember the details of the sex. In her recent dreams she had whispered "wait for me, my love...tell me you're mine...and I will take you."
I wanted her to take me. Her. I wanted it to be real. I felt so silly, I didn't actually believe in any of this, did I?
My studio apartment is kind of large, with some open area... I didn't know what I was doing, some crazy indulgence, I suppose. But the dreams seemed so real. It certainly seemed real when the last few times I sat there I couldn't wait and had to finish myself off before she even arrived. I was wondering if masturbating thinking of her showing up was the real satisfaction of the dream. But this time, finally, I was at least able to say "Take me, I'm yours." I repeated it: "Take me, take all of me, I offer myself to you freely." I bared my soul to her. And there was a red glow in front of me... a huge red glow, a hazy shape in front of me. I jumped up... these dreams, they meant something? I never thought this would happen. It was basically inconceivable to me. Things were about to get a lot more inconceivable to me.
As I stood there, so close to the giant dark red haze she was passing through that my breath was hitting it, I started to feel her warmth. My heart thundered. And the figure solidified, finally emerging from the haze that faded away.
Now, I'm no midget... I'm 6'2, 250lb, more or less. But I just found myself staring into this giant chest. Flanked by equally giant arms and a giant neck. Dark red skin, darker than blood, with tattoos of the most evil looking letters on it that I could image.
NOPE.
I turned around and headed toward the door. Or tried to. But giant hands pushed... excuse me, threw me off my feet and I slammed into the wall. Not gonna lie, it hurt. It really hurt. I felt the giant hands, with long broad fingernails, throw me back on the bed. And that's when I got my first look.
It had to be 8 feet tall. Not including the horns on its head. A dark red face, with the same tattooed letters on its forehead. Horrifying eyes, red pupils with yellow irises that seemed to be fucking my soul just by looking at me. A large nose and jet black lips. Even its...his... neck was much thicker than mine. Below his neck, a huge, strong chest and a belly, not a huge gut but definitely a bit of a bulge, with no "V" or abs. And what was that just a little further down? ... What the hell was THAT? It was at attention, looking like 2 soda cans stacked with a softball at the end. I think the fact that it was fully erect scared me more than the demon itself. It was a darker red than the rest of his skin, with slightly lighter(but still dark) red around the tip. Uncircumsized... though I don't see anyone trying a circumcision on this thing. It ended with a swollen head that impossibly flared out slightly wider than the actual member. I just couldn't believe it... it bobbed in front of him, seeming to point right at me, above his huge legs, that continued the red skin and tattoos, leading down to incredibly large hooves that could not have fit any shoe conceivable to man. If this thing had an Earthly weight, it would have to have been 400-450 pounds.
It open-mouth smiled... leered at me... through crooked teeth, black as the night. I knew that look could not mean anything good. As if anything in this situation was good. So, I did what any sane person would do. I went for the door. But the demon... was quicker. Much quicker, moving so fast I almost couldn't see him. he grabbed me, his huge sharp fingernails digging into my side, and slammed me against the wall, then threw me on the bed. If it's not obvious, i was in pain. Serious pain. And he pressed his giant hoof against the back of my thigh... and certainly could have crushed it. The message was clear: "You're not moving". That's when I noticed the tail. It wasn't as thick as his massive member, but it had to have been 4 feet long. The creature looked down, and behind it at the tail, and straight down again, and looked me in the eye and nodded, still leering. Maybe I was imagining it, but his erection seemed to have grown further.
The creature, which I concluded was a demon, brought it's tail around and slid it under my loose shorts, and then it started lifting the tail, and pulled it back, the sharp end slicing through my underwear. The other leg of my underwear met the same fate, and then the tail reached up to the back of my neck For a moment, I feared the worst, what that sharp tail could do to my exposed and vulnerable neck. But, he merely yanked his tail back, slicing off my shirt the way he had sliced off the underwear. And I was laid bare, pinned by that huge hoof. And the demon spoke for the first time, in a deep, low, and particularly demonic voice... I couldn't help but think it was the polar opposite of what my dream succubus had sounded like. It said simply "You're right... You are mine. All of me is yours. And now I will take you FREELY." He yelled the last word and pushed his hoof painfully against my thigh.
I could feel him lift his huge leg onto the bed and slide it forward along the left side of my leg.
"I love to feel your warm skin melt under me." He said, in the same terrifying voice. And he laughed the same way. His leg pinned my legs together between it and his hoof. And I felt his huge hands grabbing my sides, the fingernails rested against my skin, but at least not digging. He shifted his weight and finally took his hoof off the back of my thigh(the bruise would be there for weeks), but he knew that under his size and strength I wasn't going anywhere. His right knee pressed against the side of my hips and slid back along my skin until it was level with his left knee. And then he lowered his upper body, and I felt the back of his legs pressed against mine as he leaned forward, sitting on the back of my legs, with his hands, feeling even more giant, still on my sides. He began actually caressing my sides and the hands moved up along my body. His breath became more noticeable, a slow windy low-pitched woosh that couldn't conceal an unnaturally quiet, but low-pitched and very powerful demonic growl. He moved his body forward, and that's when I felt the first warm drop. A warm splatter between my butt-cheeks. And I could feel him lowering himself, backing his knees up further, his warm legs still squeezing my thighs. As he put his left palm flat against the bed, I could feel his right hand leaving my side and running down my back, past my butt-cheeks again and then leaving my body. there was another warm splatter, this one hitting right on my butt-crack, and he lowered his body further.
I was still completely immobile... those legs were rock, like a stone statue, if that stone statue had been in the sun for awhile. And that's when I felt it. With the most evil-sounding "mmm" I've ever heard, the skin and incredible heat of his enormous member pressed, with unyielding and absolute force, against the middle of my ass. I say middle because that thing was simply too large for me to imagine it being in-between much of anything. I finally worked up the nerve to speak. "You're gonna KILL me!"
"SILENCE" He bellowed, shaking the windows. He leaned forward, putting his weight forward and pressing the palm of his hand into the back of my head, pressing my face deep into the bed fiercely, and I thought he WAS going to kill me. His hands were huge, his thumb and pinky easily wrapping outside my ears. He pushed my head forward and then rose back up, an evil laugh projecting from his lungs.
He pulled my right leg from my left, with strength that I had absolutely no ability to resist, and then put his right knee between my legs. He did the same with his left knee and pushed my knees apart. I've never felt so helpless and exposed. I don't think my knees had ever been that far apart, either.
Then he went back to rubbing his massive member up and down my butt-crack and to my horror I felt some of it slipping between my cheeks. He bellowed another "mmm" and I felt the head slide up and down, then my cheeks suddenly felt damp... he must have gone off early, I figured, It was over! Or so I thought.
But he hadn't finished. He had only just begun. I felt the head of his member push just a little further in and realized that he had found my entrance. And with the slimy mess of demon precum, I felt terror at what would happen next. My breathing became deep and more pronounced. He moaned, quietly, but in a way that scared the soul out of my body. The head of that penis finally "hooked"... pressed that bit further in at my hole than it could go anywhere else along my crack. Having completed his guiding, he moved his right hand forward, along the skin of my back, and wrapped it around the front of my face covering my mouth, squeezing his huge fingers, with his thumb and pinky easily covering my ears, around my head, my mouth planted firmly in his palm, which I was happy didn't actually cause burns. And he pushed forward.
His groan shook the floor. Unimagineable stretching... and the PAIN... I had never felt anything like it before. His instrument was an absolute unyielding force of nature. I yelled out into his smothering palm, which unnaturally muffled my cries. I could feel his demon breath on my neck. It was hot like steam from boiling water, and when he exhaled, it felt like steam from a shower with the temperature too high. And he pushed forward further. And his moans became louder. My yelling somehow actually got louder, even if it sounded like a whisper through his palm. The floor shook. His noises were low-pitched, demonic, and honestly more terrifying than the giant CLUB up my ass. But the club kept coming. He forced it deeper and deeper. And I kept making my muffled half-yelling half-crying noises, despite it being utterly pointless to do so. I thought it would never end. But it wasn't the end. I felt it somehow wake up and come to life. The massive head and shaft flexing, almost like he was trying to make it bob up and down while inside me. It somehow kept going deeper, splitting me open from the inside... stretching more and more of my body out around the massive invader. And then I felt something brand new: his testicles. His giant testicles. I had not noticed them when I first saw him, tucked under his terrifying monster rod. They were as unnaturally warm as the rest of him. I could tell they were huge because they absolutely smothered mine. And when I felt those warm testicles rested against my own, I knew(hoped?) that at least it couldn't go in any further. Balls-deep, right? But that was small comfort given what happened next. He slowly pulled on that member of his, and even though it was drenched in precum, which had apparently kept oozing out the entire time, the stretching was unbearable as the swollen head moved backward, creating a sucking feeling against my insides. But then, finally... relief. It had happened slowly, but only the first inch or so seemed to be in. And I did enjoy the relief. Briefly. But he was not as slow or gentle the second time, and the shaft seemed much, much slicker. So yet again, it was all the way in. His balls enveloping my own, drowning them in the unnatural heat.
And when he was again fully inside, in an even deeper voice he commanded me: "Struggle." It was not particularly loud, but it made the hairs stand on my head as I felt his those warm testicles pressed against mine which seemed like apple seeds in comparison. Being fully inside of me, with his hand wrapped around my head, I felt like if he sneezed I would straight-up die. So while I didn't really know what I was supposed to do to struggle, I bounced and wiggled my hips, squeezed down, as if trying to push it out, as if that could ever happen. My teeth clenched from the pain and effort, his palm over my face was soaked by my constantly crying out mouth.
"Oh... yes..." I could hear the terrifying sounds of pleasure ooze from his lips like burning oil. And that's when it really began. He pressed his unnaturally warm demon chest against my back, reached under the sides of my chest, and grabbed my wrists in his huge hands, somehow not slicing them open with those nails. I thought he was going to crush them. It wasn't affection. It was ownership. The thrusts were smaller now...relatively. His member not even emerging halfway out, but doing so more and more quickly. At least it was soaked from all his precum. I almost couldn't breathe with the whole top half of his body pressed against mine as the skin of his overheated chest pressed against my back, his lips rubbing against the back of my neck.
His breathing quickened. His moans became more desperate, more raspy... higher-pitched AND lower-pitched...Like a thousand voices yelling out in unison... the room not just shaking from the movement of my body as he crushed my insides, but also the vibration of his deep guttural noises. The only sound coming out of me was the muffled "MMM" into his mouth. And that's when it happened. He didn't just thrust in, he held it there, and it jerked and shuddered and flexed, it went crazy, the pipe burst, and that huge member just gushed and gushed hot slime, I could feel it flowing inside me, changing the way he felt moving in and out. The whole house shook from his yelling in his intense and absolute demonic pleasure. The hot ooze drenched my balls as his huge... softballs... made new noises slapping them. He had no control, he simply jammed it in all the way, held it there, pulled back some, and did it again, my whole body moving each time. I was sure I would get crushed, killed, by his spasms. I didn't see myself getting out of his devastating orgasm alive. And then something even worse happened.
I came. I don't know if it was just the grinding between the bed and my stomach, or if guys actually do get prostate stimulation, or there's a G-spot in my ass, or whatever, but I shuddered with my own massive orgasm. I moaned - not yelled - but moaned into the demon's hand that still covered my mouth. The demon was still ejaculating, the pressure overwhelming. How could an orgasm last that long? But eventually, the orgasm seemed to settle down, and he sagged down tight on top of me, breathing less deeply, and... devoid of any horror-movie noises. Too bad I couldn't breathe with a 400 pound monster slumped along the top of my body.
Just before I probably would have passed out due to lack of oxygen, the demon pushed himself up from my back and get off me. It stood near where it had arrived, its penis hanging there a bit less threateningly, and spoke softly but with great certainty... and only just a hint of evil.
"You're mine. All of you. I have taken you freely, as you invited me to do, and I will continue to do so whenever I want. Forever."
