Demon of my dreams

2. What I fear

I picked up a guy named Jacob and we headed back to his place.  I had the best sex I have ever had in my life.  Even with him being smashed, he went a few rounds and it was to the point I had to tell him to stop, that I couldn't go anymore.  He kept kissing me, and telling me how perfect I was.  I always gave the guys fake names, and tonight my name was Lucy.  Jacob was pretty good looking.  Very muscular, broad shoulders, pretty soft hair, manly face with a hard jaw and perfect thick lips.  God he was gorgeous, but I couldn't stay and gawk at him all night.  I had to leave before I fell asleep.

I left and went home, I didn't bother to change out of my dress and crashed out, only to wake up at the Demon's house.  I knew.  I knew this time would be bad.  I tried to hide from him, but he had caught me.  He had pinned me to the wall.  His body didn't touch mine at first, but his claws stayed at my sides, pointing up into my chest cavity, like a silent threat.  I turned my head to the side and his pointy nose came in contact with my neck.  It slowly drifted down in between my breasts, his tongue flicked out, just like a snakes, and it tickled me, spreading more fear as to what he was about to do.  He had never caught me so fast before.  I had never hid before either, I would never make that mistake again.

"ssssoooo SSSSweeetttt."

His claws graced me, and instantly I could feel them like giant needles forced in my skin.  I whimpered, only making them go in further.

"What iss itt you fearrr my dearrr."  His voice was deep, but airy, and smooth, so so smooth. 

I woke with a start, as in my whole body jumped in my bed.  I opened my eyes frantically, to find relief in the presence of my bedroom.  I sat up against the wall and calmed myself down.  That thing was getting worse.  The only good outcome was that I could go a few more months before I had that need again. 

Most people would be celibate in my case.  But something in me starts a slow burning and it continues to grow into a dull ache.  It gets to the point where it hurts to move and I have to.  I have to have sex.  I let it go one time, way passed the point I should have, and could barely walk.  That night had been hard on me.  I had to 'do it myself' just to ease the pain to go out and find a guy.

I looked in the mirror after I undressed.  Something I always did after I had the dream and wondered why was I different.  This time, my eyes shot down to the four red dots on each side of my ribs.  He was real.  That is all I could think about as I got ready for the day.  He was real in my dreams and he could hurt me.