The Demon of My Dreams - Sex Stories

The Demon of My Dreams

... one more release, my heart would give out. Wanting to succeed, I ran a hand to our joined bodies, stroking him every time he withdrew. With a shuddering breath, he rallied forward a final time, releasing hot sperm deep into my cunt, sending me into such a strong orgasm, I began to fade from this world. "Hang on my love, you have accomplished more than any other can. You will be greatly rewarded." His words made purchase as black took over my vision and my heart burst. I was no more. The sound of beeping brought me to, opening my eyes I found myself in my room. My hands quickly flew to my heart. My head began to pound slightly with a migraine. The alarm clock wasn't helping, and in hopes to shut it up, I threw my hand over it to hit the snooze. My hand flew right through it. I guess it wasn't a dream after all. Looking around, my eyes feel to the shadows near the end of my bed; they were moving. From them stepped my beautiful demon, his words washing over me like twinkling crystal. "You are as I promised, something powerful and strong. Time will help in controlling your powers. You are a young, powerful demon. Be careful with humans, they are quite fragile." Smiling at his gloating facts, I gave him a quick thanks before clamoring from my bed, only to realize I was as naked as the day I was born, or died. Either one worked. Laughter rang through the air as we both shared in the humor of my actions. Well, I could always call in sick. Turning back toward the bed, I found him already naked and laying like a feast. Gliding over to him, I straddled his hips before slamming down onto his erection. With a splintering crack, the bed concaved and we tumbled to the floor. He landed on top and thrust home over and over as our fever escaped and oblivion came in waves of passion.