Steven, The Sleep Paralysis Demon

Annie POV:

Annie lay in her bed one night, asleep. Quiet was everywhere, like a fog that filled her room. Suddenly, she was struck with an intense panic, and her eyes flashed wide open.

At the foot of her bed stood a tall black figure. An aura of dusty darkness surrounded the silhouette, so the exact shape was undefined. But it looked human enough; she could see as she made out what wasn't changing: two arms hanging, shoulders and a torso, hips and what she assumed were two legs, but couldn't tell because whatever it was stood with its legs together.

Her heart beat faster, and in a hush the once-moving cloudy darkness fell back, and the figure was solid. But still just darkness. She was pretty sure it was a man because there seemed to be no boobs, and again, it was far too dark and undefined for her to make out any genitalia.

Suddenly the creature placed its hands flat on top of the bed, on the outsides of her ankles, and started walking its way up the bed. The rest of the body floated above hers like it was at the start of a physics-defying push-up. Once it had crawled so its head loomed up above hers, it started to lower its cold, misty form on top of her. The sleep demon's hands were pressed into the bed on either side of her shoulders. She slept naked, and her blanket had only been pulled up to just under her chest. She could see its face now, and determined it was a boy.

As he descended onto her, she shivered as she felt his icy skin coming closer. She let out a shaky breath and felt goosebumps spread down her body. She could feel the figure's cold weight pressing her into the mattress. It wasn't all the way lowered just yet when it stopped. His eyes were staring at her naked breasts, specifically her shiver-hardened nipples. Out of curiosity and a last attempt at survival, she took a deep breath so she could lift her tit's into him, knowing that they had caught his attention, and his arms faltered as he suddenly dropped more onto her before pausing again.

He glanced back up at her face now with a strangely unsure expression. It worked! Although adrenaline coursed through her veins, she forced her face into a sly smile. The demon's mouth opened and let out a surprisingly warm breath, his mouth remaining slightly ajar. Now, as she looked at this seemingly confused demon regaining its senses, she wondered if she had just made things worse for herself, made him angry that she wasn't behaving. In her fear, a strained whimper sounded through her vocal cords, and as she prepared herself for the worst, she once again felt the demon shudder above her, and now she felt a hard length pressing down on top of her private parts.

Both she and the demon glanced down between their bodies, then back up into each other's eyes.

"What-" the demon gasped, confused, angry, and, hiding behind that, increasingly lustful. The demon stared for a moment at her bare chest again and this time lost all strength and collapsed on top of her in a crushing weight that turned her on even more than what she had been feeling. With a frustrated grunt, the demon pushed himself back up, and Annie's cheeks burned despite the chill.

"What is this? What did you do? Why am I... so..."

As Annie got wetter and more turned on, she watched as her sleep demon did too. She tilted her head to the side slightly, and without warning the demon was on her again, this time holding her head with both hands and kissing her neck deeply. She moaned at the twinkling sensation, and suddenly his knees and shins were on the bed bearing his weight, and his arms lifted her to get a better grip on her body. One hand on the back of her head and the other on her upper back, peeling her away from the bed and into his arms as he deepened his kiss. This made her tense in pleasure beneath him, and her pelvis ground up and through the blanket; she could feel his solid dick. At the moment of contact, he hugged her a little tighter and a shuddering breath escaped his lips.

In a hunger, he kissed her straight on the lips and let them both drop back to the bed. She made out with the lust-crazed, hungry demon for a bit. The demon had started to warm up little by little ever since that first warm breath. The warm angel now holding her just made her more horny.

Steven POV:

The sleep paralysis demon had always been cold. He liked to watch Annie sleep and sometimes liked to torment her in the night. He was a living embodiment of her negative thoughts. But he was mostly fear. Usually, he would watch from a corner and could paralyze her the moment she opened her eyes. He fed off of her fear and pain. But something had changed recently. His power had been growing each night because her mind was darkening each day. He breathed it in and let her fears grow colder inside him so he could torture her that night with them.

Power-hungry and hateful as he was, he was still linked to her, and something had drawn him close to her that night. At first, he wanted to see how much worse and how scared she would feel if he was closer. He wanted to let his fog consume her. He wanted her to fear him and shiver, and her heart to race for him.

Out of fear, of course.

He had never thought like that before; usually he was so detached, cold. But tonight he experienced an urge to get closer to her when he froze her body. But then... something changed. He had never been this close to her before, and she was naked. Why did that suddenly matter to him? She'd slept naked before. Why did he want to touch them? So perfect and round, and her nipples were hard, which was new. He understood that they were hard because of his proximity to her.

A heat brewed its way through him, and that's when he faltered. He let out the hot air, hoping to scare her into submission under him. Submission? No, no, terror, yes, that was correct, terror. But she pushed her boobs into him, voluntarily, which surprised him. But what surprised him more were these new feelings. Heat and hardness; he had never really had a penis before. But now he did, and it was growing in size and in density.

He didn't like this at all. He was too hot and hungry for something other than fear that he didn't know how to feed. He was angry at whatever Annie had done to make him like this, and he was trying to figure out how to get rid of the heat she spread to him when she whimpered. Yes, it was a whimper of fear, a rare but sweet marker of his success in scaring her. But instead of turning him cold and satisfied, he just grew more desperate, and hard, and horny. Oh fuck, he thought. She was so warm and soft beneath him.

He lost control, surrendering for the first time to her strange charms. And he realised she was enjoying this. While her lack of fear broke the paralysis, for some reason he was still there despite it. This was wrong, all wrong. She shouldn't be happy when he was anywhere near her, but she was, and he started heating up, and subconsciously, he understood why she had turned her head.

Oh, and it felt so good to make her feel good. He just couldn't stop himself. She made a similar sound to what she had made earlier, but it was richer and better and the complete opposite of a sign that meant he was making her feel bad. He was making her feel so good she whimpered and moaned. He was heating up from the inside, and it felt so nice to push his newly grown dick against something. That blanket and the hardness of her body beneath it.

She was so beautiful and perfect, and although a large part of him was still angry at her and was telling him to get a hold of himself, it was no match for his radiant desire.

Both:

Soon the two were just dry humping through the covers, moaning softly to each other.

"Annie," he whispered-moaned to her. This made her change her pace; she slowed. Fuck, he thought.

"Mmm, what is your name?" She asked, her arms like a heavy necklace around him, a necklace he quite enjoyed. He stared at her.

"What?"

"Your name- what do I call you? Sleep paralysis demon seems a bit too long."

"If the name's too long for you, just get ready for my di- ahhh," He said, humping into her hard on the word 'dick,' but she had wrapped her hands around his neck, lightly choking him as he did so, and it felt so good it caused him to lose his words and moan at the sensation. He took a moment to catch his breath and weather the sudden storm of pure pleasure that threatened to pull him under.

Watching his face as he lost his breath and feeling his dick rub hard on top of her clitoris sent flutters of tingling joy through her nipples, which she quickly abated by laying her right forearm across her boobs and pushing down on them. Under her left hand, which was still on the creature's neck, she felt him gasping and removed her hand, thinking she was choking him before realising that he was also managing his own collateral from the incident. He closed his eyes and swallowed hard before returning to her, looking at how she was massaging her chest with her arm, and he wasn't sure whether to be upset with her for interrupting him, or if he should just give in and kiss her again.

She licked her lips as she looked right at him, and he couldn't help smiling at their joint flustered state. Wait, hadn't she asked him a question? What were they doing? His name, right.

"I don't-" she cut him off by rolling her hips up, which surprised him, but then she backed down.

"Sorry," she said sheepishly, "go on."

"No, do that again... Ohhhh." She obeyed his instruction, and they were both getting worked up again.

"Ok, um, sorry, your name. And let's get this over with quickly cause Im having a hard time controlling myself," She said in full honesty, which just made his control weaken even further. He wanted to do that thing again, where he pushed his dick down, and she moved a bit. That felt really good.

"I don't have a name."

"And you are-"

"Sleep paralysis demon, a sleep demon, as you said, Annie."

She pressed her lips together at the mention of her name.

"Sleep demon." She repeated. He nodded gently, hanging on to her every sound.

"Sleep demon, sleepin, umm... Steven?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. Steven smiled and nodded, more firmly this time.

"Yeah, Steven, I think I like that." He said, for the first time he had a name and an identity, and Annie had given it to him.

She smiled back at him.

"Oh yeah?" She asked breathlessly out of relief that the obligatory pause in their romance was over.

"Yeah."

"You like your name, Steven?"

"Mhm."

"You like it? My name for you? My sleep demon, my Steven. Ooo, I like the sound of that." She pulled her head close to his and whispered in a low, serious voice, her mouth right by his ear: "My Steven," and gave him another new experience of the night, one he thought was literally impossible for a creature made of cold to ever feel: she sent a shiver down his back.

He let go of his human form momentarily and traveled under the covers where he had planned to resume his form but was overwhelmed by her smell. He wasn't ready to leave. He wanted to explore her, alone, just him and her body under the covers.

As the dark black cloud rushed under her covers, Annie felt Stevens' warm air settling on every square inch of skin that could be reached. She had lost the pressure that her body craved and the special pressure his cock had provided, but she didn't have time to mourn the loss as she experienced his fingers drawing squiggly lines from her boobs and nipples down vertically. It felt nice, but also ticklish. She squirmed and shook from the tickles and the pleasure he provided.

At the sound of his maiden's laughter, Steven poked his head out from under the covers and smiled at her. She flipped onto her stomach and spread her legs and planted herself in a position to get as much as she could out of grinding her mattress. She had only made it three times before Steven resumed his human form and sat on his knees beside her. Her lower back and butt had a magical way of grinding itself in waves that he couldn't help but be mesmerised by. She flipped back over and shot her hand down to her clit, too horny to resist pleasuring herself in Stevens momentary absence. Steven lay down next to her, although he was hovering two inches above the bed.

His dick needed something, some pressure. He agonized for a moment before watching Annie use her hand and concluding that although his was different from hers, he should at least try to use his hand on his groin as well.

"Ohh," He whispered in a shaky breath after his fingers began to explore the large rod protruding from his body. He kept his eyes trained on her hand and her movements and copied her. He had his pointer and middle finger pressing and rubbing over his dick, which was being pressed against his stomach. He was stroking it as if it were a pussy, but for a demon first experiencing sexual pleasure, he didn't register that there was another way to do this. He was rubbing circles on the glans like she was doing to herself. She was watching him try to masturbate like her, and that just made her go faster.

But then she noticed his pre-cum gathering, and realised that he might orgasm if she didn't stop. So she stopped, and before she could think about going back, she rolled on top of him, bringing him back to the bed, and straddling him.

"You're just full of surprises tonight, aren't you, sweetheart?" She laughed at this before kissing him passionately, unbeknownst to him, readying her mouth, for she intended to give him a blow job.

He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight, but it wasn't enough. He started levitating off the bed so he was the sole carrier of her weight. She felt them being lifted into the air and sat down hard on his throbbing cock. He wasn't in her, but her wet folds covered his shaft, and he moaned, lifting them higher.

She could tell from the intensity of his moan that she needed to be very careful with her next movements, because he was close, and he couldn't hold himself back from cumming. So she carefully reached down while paying close attention to his face and positioned his head at her entrance. She was so fucking ready.

"Do you want to enter me?" She asked politely and watched in amusement how the request was processed on his face, and he aggressively nodded.

"I didn't even know that was an option."

She began sliding his seven inches into herself when he squeezed her thighs, and she stopped so he could say, "Annie, I'm unsure what's happening, but I'm feeling better than I ever have right now." She smiled knowingly.

"I know, it's because you're close to orgasm, or cumming." With that, she sat down hard on his cock, and he let her weight bring them back down to the bed, at the last moment flipping them so she landed on her back and he on top of her.

He didn't last long after that. He got five solid thrusts into her before he felt his ballsack, which was also new, contract and his humps got messier, and his grunts got louder. Then pure... sunlight?

Ahhhh. Four pumps?! Wow. Warm and goopy. And so much of it too! These were Annie's last rational thoughts as the combined stimulation of his hard cock filling her up inside, and her own fingers playing with her clit on the outside brought her to a euphoric orgasm.

Steven wasn't really sure what was happening as he watched Annie experience what he could only describe, against his better judgment, as a terrible nightmare right there with him still inside her. Her voice caught in her throat, and she wriggled around and was gasping and moaning. Her eyes were out of focus, staring off, her left hand just gripping his waist in a way that pained him, and he could have easily removed it, or evaporated if he wanted to, but something told him she needed him right where he was. Her vagina squeezed around his dick, and his still-hard but very sensitive dick reanimated, and he fucked her like a real man. And there was that hand again, tight little circles around her clit as she moaned and unraveled herself right before his very eyes. She orgasmed for thirty seconds in total; after twenty, he came again. Loudly. She shuddered as her tired fingers moved, coaxing out her last bits of pleasure before laying back.

She was sweaty and so out of breath, her chest heaved and her otherwise quiet breathing was audible for a little while.

"Ok," she said, still out of breath. He understood her and pulled out of her.

"I came."

"Yeah, I know, and you continued to fuck me through my orgasm like a true gentleman." A spark of pride flooded through him: 'a true gentleman'.

"I came again when you were orgasming." He said, excited to tell her. And she did not disappoint him in her reaction either.

"Really?! I thought I felt something, but I wasn't sure." She propped herself up with the little energy she had.

"This was much better than scaring you." He said amusedly.

"That's nice." She sighed, her exhaustion finally taking hold of her.

"I'm sorry, I'm really t-" He kissed her forehead, his hands clasped on either side of her face, and his magic put her into a momentary paralysis, so she didn't have to respond.

"I know, Annie." He kissed her on the lips this time.

"Good night." He whispered, and with her next exhale, he disappeared back into the shadows.