The Demon in Me.

The demon didn’t slow his pace. In, out, in, out.
I could feel my muscles growing more tired after every thrust.
My tongue licked against the ball gag as I tried to free my voice.
The moans were only muffled.
His pointy fingers gripped the sides of my arched back.
His large knackers hit the space between my vagina
and butthole every time he thrusted.
I was his play toy this evening,  
and I couldn’t do anything about it.
Who was this creature?
My legs were spread wide apart
at each side of the bed, bound with rope.
My hands bound behind my back.
His right hand bunched my hair up and stuffed  
my face in to the pillow.
 
The "room" started getting hotter and hotter.
I began to sweat non-stop.
He kept going.  
His veiny cock pounding in me.
Wherever I was, this place started glowing brighter red.
It got hotter and hotter.
Saliva kept dripping down my chin.
His knackers hitting non-stop against me.
Feeling every inch of his cock sliding in and out  
of my drenched pussy.
In and out.
He started making loud, indescribable noises.
Everything started to fade away...
 
I was startled by my phone ringing.  
Unknown number. Decline.
I looked at the time. It was 2:43 A.M.  
 
I felt wetness between my legs,
remembering my dream of the demon and I.
I grinned as I remembered the hot (LITERALLY) scenes.