How much longer I have I cannot say. My strength is fading. But I need it to come to me once more. Just one more time.
It has been months now. I was a strong man when it began. My body was tall and muscular from the work I did. I was a forest ranger. I would drive over gravel or dirt roads out in the woodlands, or I might hike the trails up into the mountains and into the valleys, each day. Climbing fire towers was common. Clearing trails with power tools or just hands and bare strength was daily work. Often I would stay in the cabins provided for us when we could not return to base during a long work session.
The first time it came to me, my special creature of passion, I was sleeping in a cabin high in the mountains. I had a fire lit in the fireplace and it gave me enough heat for the still night. After eating a simple meal I went to bed. Nothing else to do. I was alone.
I don’t recall awakening but I remember vividly the dream I had that night. Never had I seen such beauty, at least in the visage. It had long red hair, a voluptuous body, and appeared half nude. I saw the breasts, firm and conical, with small areolas and long, hard nipples. Of course I saw a ‘she’, at first.
The being was aroused, for a certainty, and I became aroused looking upon those heaving breasts, the likes of which I have never seen. I was warm from the fire. I was sleeping under a thick quilt and had needed no sleepwear. My penis became engorged and erect. The creature drew the quilt away from my body, with its black eyes staring into mine and a sardonic smile on its face.
I was warm from the fire, and the candles I had left burning illuminated it completely, or so I thought. It also irradiated my body, with my long, thick cock standing hard and firm. My prick was wanted. I knew that from the way the entity gripped it with its strong fingers. It wrapped two hands about it and began lapping it with one black tongue protruding from within its mouth. I say ‘one’ because another tongue, or something I didn’t know, was lapping against my asshole. It was hot and wet, like a tongue would be, but firmer and rounder. It was probing and inserting itself into my anus.
I was sleeping. I knew this. But I was aware. Somehow, I was aware of the circumstances, and I could feel pleasure at the situation. Along with fear. It was some terrible, horrid creature of the night. Both beautiful and fearsome to look upon; urgently forcing my body to become impassioned with lust and need.
And it was performing upon my prick as if it were an instrument it was playing like a virtuoso. My balls felt as if they had become swollen as each was taken into its hot mouth. It almost burned each one while I felt the suction upon them. And I relished the pain as it bit them and chewed them. I knew it hurt, but I knew it was intensely pleasing, too. The being had not released its grip upon my dick as the other instrument of sex was rubbing and inserting into my asshole. And it was becoming hotter as it squeezed my cock tighter and more firmly. The head was turning red and then purple, when it moved quickly to engulf it and began running that black tongue about it, making me want to come for an eternity.
The suction of its voracious mouth, with its lips of scarlet, caused a large buildup of come inside of me. I needed to release my milk. The tentacle, I supposed that was what it was, was ramming into my pucker hole. Another tentacle had wrapped itself about my neck when I tried to protest. There was nothing to do as I still felt I was asleep, having a nightmare. I was choking as I was held down and used.
I knew what it wanted. Drooling around my cock gave it the lubrication it needed to jerk my prick faster and faster, and then the gaping maw took me completely inside and began bobbing up and down. It seemed almost mystical the way it took it all down into its throat. As the tentacle jammed itself deeply into me, my spunk suddenly erupted and filled its throat with what it had wanted all along. The impossible creature was sucking down my manhood and swallowing it all. It drained me, leaving nothing behind. Then it backed away and was gone.
That was the first time I dreamed of it. It had to be a dream. Nothing like it could be real. I knew that. But the scratches upon my flaccid penis the next morning were real. I thought I must have done it myself as I experienced that nightmare.
I went down the mountain the next day thinking that I would never experience such a thing again. Within a week I was spending another night alone at a location miles away from that initial apparition. I still didn’t believe it was real. But, again, I was there by myself, sleeping under a warm quilt, with the fireplace illuminating the room along with candles gently flickering in the slight drafts. I felt another dream coming upon me. Another dream, with the creature of the night hovering above my quiescent body.
Again, I felt like crying out, but once more I was restrained.
I felt something lift my erect cock away from my crotch and something began testing my anus once more. It felt bulbous, like the mushroom head a huge prick. No, I cried, unvoiced, without sound. No. And two tentacles held my arms above me. I felt the head of the penile object pressing against me. It was going to get what it wanted. And my own cock had grown enormous, as well. Never had I felt such a lust for some one, or some thing. It pushed forcefully into my rectum and began a fierce pace of fucking my asshole. As that happened another tentacle was twisting and jacking my cock. Using me. Using all of me.
And I was unable to understand my own passion. The entity, with its face of a goddess, was kissing my mouth and I kissed back. The tongue went into my mouth, down my throat, and gagged me on its black, acidic flesh. It burned, and the animalistic hardness of the monster continued forcing itself deep inside my ass. Fucking me like a used up sex doll. Smoothly moving a tentacle up and down my raging prick. Making me want it completely, without any reservation. I didn’t need to be restrained by tentacles now. I wanted to spend my body’s energy on this being. This passionate entity of sex and lust was all I wanted as I mauled its perfect tits with my trembling, urgent hands.
One last thrust of its gigantic member, one more jerk of my engorged, purple member, and I came. And the beast came. Filling my asshole with demonic spunk. Again my semen surged out and the creature swiftly twisted about above my body and opened its mouth to take my cock. It inserted a tentacle into my bunghole, swirled it about, and slipped it into my mouth. Making me take what it was taking from my softening prick. I gagged, but licked it up in the passion of the moment, welcoming a druglike effect.
It happened many times after that. Always when I was alone in the forest, spending a night in a remote location. Each time it would come to me in my dreams. And each time it would drain me. Of my semen and of my body’s energy and strength. It happened so often that I didn’t notice at first. But my fellow workers did. They questioned me. They wondered if I was ill. I was losing weight and could barely do my job.
I recall the last time it appeared. I had been told that I must seek medical advice and help. My supervisor allowed me to go out once more to do some simple tasks along the trail. I could spend the night at a cabin after finishing my work but the next day I would have to return to home base to see a doctor. Something was dreadfully wrong in everyone’s eyes but my own.
It came to me. Again, I was sleeping. It couldn’t be real. But it seemed so real as it once more began making love to my body. I thought of it as love. I didn’t know. I didn’t care. I wanted it. I wanted what it did to me and for me. Its smile was familiar now. It was the smile it gave me as it descended upon my prick. The creature savored the flavor of my pre-cum and began to encircle my dick with its long, coal black tongue.
Licking and taking my nuts in its hand it started its sexually intoxicating task of making me come for it. The monster’s carmine lips matched its hair which fell about it entrancing face, and its arms and tentacles straddled my body, while its mouth did its magic. I could not last long before the entity began draining my come down its voracious throat.
It was using every part of me, with magical fingers and enrapturing tentacles thrilling every nerve in my body. Caressing and enteriing and pressing and pulling. Using me and forcing me to use it. Descending down upon my prick. Spreading a part of itself and, with a vagina-like orifice, accepting my cock into itself.
My weak body urged itself upward to take the creature’s offering and I fucked it as it fucked me. First it used it’s massive cock to screw me as its slippery slit massaged my cock and sank teethlike objects into it, making me scream out with pain and need. I kept ramming my prick up and into it becoming weaker and weaker. I finally felt a burning fluid filling my ass as my final come shot deeply into the entity. I whimpered and felt myself collapsing as it cackled loudly.
Its pretty lips kissed mine, and its horric tongue licked my face. Then it was gone.
That was weeks ago. I was put on medical leave. The doctors seem horrified by my unexplained condition. But I have returned to the forest. I rented a cabin. It will come to me. I know it. Just one more time.
