I have come to you in dreams and leeched on your fantasies. You wake up in the morning spent, clawed, and your hair tousled. Did you really even sleep? I have been coming for months now (and so have you, in a different way), satisfying your inner most desires and quenching a desire you hardly knew you had. I dedicate much of my time slithering into your dreamland, evading the sandman and turning your dreams wet. I moan with you, fondle you, and send you off on such a euphoric ride that you might as well blast into space.
I sneak into your open window on the breeze again, unseen by any and all but you. I stick my tongue in your lips and mount you, my large scaly tail slapping the side of the bed a single time as I straddle you, a light shining, beckoning you into consciousness. My pussy grips onto your manhood and I ride you hard, your thick dick penetrating deeply into my hole. I scream out, my back arching almost like I was possessed and moaned, an orgasm washing over me, making my thighs quake, juice spill from my sex and me pant like a hungry dog. My leathery wings flap hard and I roll from you, clenching my glowing round midsection as something sharp prods out, seemingly threatening to poke out. I am naked on the wooden floor now, my long leathery tail wrapped around my otherwise slender frame. My wings make a crunching noise and I moan again, they disappear within my back, leaving knobs on my shoulder blades where they will appear once I need them again.
Once I try to leave your dreams I realize I no longer can materialize at will, I've become stuck in your reality, my form as thick and real as yours. It is now you see your fantasy is real. I, Lilith, am fat with a hybrid child of yours. My back is arched wildly as the fetus inside of me spasms and wrestles my innards. I moan loud, rolling to my side and grasping my throbbing, glowing middle. Inside of me, through the hot glow you see wings stretching and a horned head moving, but it is strange, and just slightly resembles you. I wasn't in labor with the demon spawn yet, but I was fat and ready to birth him. I have become too weak in my advanced pregnancy stages and no longer have the strength to leave. The clawing from my insides subsides and I crawl to my knees, big breasts jiggling and my belly swaying as I kneel at the foot of the bed, eyeing my victim, or perhaps the new predator.
(does anyone want to play the man she has been coming to?)
I sneak into your open window on the breeze again, unseen by any and all but you. I stick my tongue in your lips and mount you, my large scaly tail slapping the side of the bed a single time as I straddle you, a light shining, beckoning you into consciousness. My pussy grips onto your manhood and I ride you hard, your thick dick penetrating deeply into my hole. I scream out, my back arching almost like I was possessed and moaned, an orgasm washing over me, making my thighs quake, juice spill from my sex and me pant like a hungry dog. My leathery wings flap hard and I roll from you, clenching my glowing round midsection as something sharp prods out, seemingly threatening to poke out. I am naked on the wooden floor now, my long leathery tail wrapped around my otherwise slender frame. My wings make a crunching noise and I moan again, they disappear within my back, leaving knobs on my shoulder blades where they will appear once I need them again.
Once I try to leave your dreams I realize I no longer can materialize at will, I've become stuck in your reality, my form as thick and real as yours. It is now you see your fantasy is real. I, Lilith, am fat with a hybrid child of yours. My back is arched wildly as the fetus inside of me spasms and wrestles my innards. I moan loud, rolling to my side and grasping my throbbing, glowing middle. Inside of me, through the hot glow you see wings stretching and a horned head moving, but it is strange, and just slightly resembles you. I wasn't in labor with the demon spawn yet, but I was fat and ready to birth him. I have become too weak in my advanced pregnancy stages and no longer have the strength to leave. The clawing from my insides subsides and I crawl to my knees, big breasts jiggling and my belly swaying as I kneel at the foot of the bed, eyeing my victim, or perhaps the new predator.
(does anyone want to play the man she has been coming to?)
