Angela ( 0 )


Fantastic, Gothic
Angela felt a free weight on her abdomen ; her center weren't focused yet but she was very aware of something being very wrong. The atmospheric pressure was holding her down on her bed and it didn't seem as though she was able to be active. She wasn't able to recognise much of the bod on top of her : diminished, dark-skinned and malformed.

The slight luminosity in her room didn't decline correctly on the anatomy. It wasn't right. Angela thought to herself,"It isn't ... human being !"The animal clawed at Angela with a taloned bridge player, gripping at her chest and turned its boldness to hers.

Angela would have screamed ; would deliver bolted or fought, but she was paralyzed by its gaze. Its eyes were red rimmed bootleg. Its face was covered with bristly black hair, with pointed ears and a wide black smile wide-cut of scraggy canid. She knew it was satanic and knew it was going to hurt her. Strings of her blond fuzz plastered to her forehead and cervix as cold perspiration broke out over her dead body.

The creature's nails tore into Angela's boob, slicing through the Nox gown to the bark beneath. The pain made her whimper and her vision blurred as tears gushed. The fanatic leaned over her examining her facial expression.

The animal worked quietly, kneading at Angela's bosom. Angela felt the burning as her skin was scraped away. The creatures palm made contact with her nipple and sent a jolt through her. It wasn't attacking out of hunger or fear it's intention were darker. contact lens with her nipple caused an unconscious rush and ignominy flooded her. It wasn't a pleasant sensation but ...

Whatever the sentiency was it was a distraction from the attack. Her body reacted before the shame even came to Angela's mind. Her back arched to tug the nipple into the daimon's deformed hired hand and her hips primer into her bed.

Her aggressor of course did not go to notice this and smiled its marred black lips wider. It reached to slide its other claw up Angela's second joint ; the sharp hair of its wrists prickly and unpleasant against her peel.

Angela fought against her inability to affect, but remained prone and defenseless. The creature assailed her crotch attempting to get under her nightdress. Its frantic scratching at her panties kept the tears flowing and she closed her center to try to take to the woods.

The pain, though, wouldn't full point and the few pleasant sentience filled her with sickening guilt. As a nail hit a sensitive point she'd try herself whimper, but the beast was completely silent in its plan of attack. She reopened her oculus simply to assure herself that it was still there. The non-white creature sliced a nail through Angela's underwear cutting into her flesh. She still couldn't scream and her writhings were not voluntary.

Angela heard sounds that weren't produced by her, they didn't appear to occur from her inhuman attacker either -- the demon was too small for these racket, in fact it should be too humble to overpower her, at all, but it was inhumanly/infernally strong. The sound were vast panicked intimation and they were coming from behind the demon.

Angela strained to see past the dark form. She tried to snub the pain in the neck in her own body to peer into the shadows behind it. The snorting, scared respiration became louder as she looked harder.

A spot of white appeared and guess toward her. A farseeing pale face of a terrorize Equus caballus hurdled right toward Angela as if in slow motion. She could see the flavor of pure horror in its eyes as it let out a bellowing scream.

The screeching was actually hers. The reverence of being demonically raped was replaced by the fear of being trampled by a terrified sawhorse, and she shrieked.


... And fell out of her bed. She scrambled to her invertebrate foot and looked at her bed where she was being raped just moments ago. She looked to where her assailant should bear been then to where the horse should have been ; but it was only her room.

Cold washed over her. She pulled her integral night-robe tight around her shoulders. Angela noticed her nipples were hard as her bureau heaved. She shivered, quickly got her robe, and raced out of the way.

"Just sit in the bread and butter elbow room cashbox you get your marbles about you,"she tried saying to herself. She knew she wouldn't though ; she was freaked. She went to her door and stepped outside.

The hall was like that of most any flat building light and sterile ; which was exactly what Angela wanted. Her own apartment was informal but it held shadows. The hallway was industrially fluorescent fixture.

She looked up and down the hall just to be certain no one was staring at the crazed woman in only a robe and gown at whatever time of night it must be. No one was around and she began feeling calmer.

Angela heard noises coming from down the hall, mumbled lyrics and harsh guitar sounds. There was a door propped open. It was 306, the unexampled neighbor. The neighbor tended to continue to themselves but she knew this apartment moved in a month ago and she still hadn't seen the occupant. Angela, curious, stepped toward the door.

The music continued, a refrain of"Hallowe'en, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween !"She peeked in to see a black haired man in front of a laptop from which the song played."Candy apple and razor steel, little idle are soon in graves. I remember Halloween."

The man, sensing a presence or seeing a shadower, looked up to the room access. He looked shocked that someone was there, but waved for Angela to come in.

Angela almost ran away. The endure thing she wanted was for someone to see her like this, especially a man. She looked closemouthed at him : glasses, 5 o'clock shadow, sweatpants and a jersey covering an gymnastic build, business style haircut growing a slight shaggy.

She got tongue tied trying to think of an excuse. He motioned to the laptop,"This didn't Wake Island you did it ?"He closed the computing device and The Misfits cut out.

"No, Sorry I shouldn't disturb you."

"Please, I can't do anymore employment tonight ; it's too sluggish and I'm too tired. I'm looking for any distraction. I'm snick Shirley Temple Black. You must be 309."

"Hi, yeah, I'm Angela Bright. I shouldn't barge in on you. It's so late and I'm not presentable at all."

"You look goodness to me. You really weren't woken up by the euphony ?"

Angela shook her headspring."I didn't hear it till I went outside my apartment."

"Well that's good at least. What did bring you out of your apartment at this time of day ?"

A shiver ran through Angela, she obviously hadn't shaken off the dreaming."Bad ambition, I got creeped out in my apartment thought I'd step into the hallway for a hour or two."

nick motioned Angela to sit."Sit and relax. I'll make you some tea, it'll calm you down."

She realized she still wasn't easy enough to go back to her apartment so she sat despite her self awareness about her deficiency of makeup and real clothes. She settled for pulling the robe further around herself.

Nick busied himself and soon had tea for them both. He chatted as he worked and Angela learned that Nick had just moved here for oeuvre and was only 28, four year younger than Angela ; but she found him charming.

"So what was this pipe dream all about ?"He asked.

Angela only froze a moment, she was slowly calming."I was paralyzed on my bed while this daimon thing was attacking me."

‘ Best to leave the sexual parts out'Angela thought.

"Then I heard this trousering noise behind it and a horse that was scared shitless seemed to charge right at me. It screamed, then I screamed, then I woke up still screaming. It's Wyrd I know"

nick actually gave a way-out grin."So your incubus actually had a mare in it ?"He chuckled twice,"Sorry"

But Angela didn't creative thinker that brought a smile to her look."Well yeah, I guess it did. Though that's even weird, isn't it ?"

"A bit maybe, I actually looked it up once when I thought ‘ what did cavalry ingest to do with bad dreams ?'The ‘ mare'in ‘ incubus'comes from the old word ‘ mara'which was a demon that fucked up masses's dreams. Actually it's the social class that incubus and Succubae are in. So if you find yourself knocked up it was an nightmare. Anyway, I think that was what Wikipedia told me anyway. It was back in college and I might've been drunk at the time."

"What ? ! Do you have a mind like a steel trap or something ?"

"If it interest group me and doesn't do me any expert in the real creation ; then I'll think weird facts forever."

"well I think it's cute."

"In that eccentric let me recount you more useless trivia. I didn't know that was a way to instill beautiful cleaning lady in lingerie."

"Maybe future time, it is really deep and I do need to get some quietus tonight. I've kept you up too late too."

"Don't worry about me. I don't think I ever sleep. What about you ? You okay to go back to your flat ? Want me to check under your bed for monsters ?"

Angela shivered again ; there was something she still wasn't capable to get over yet.

Nick noticed,"I'll take that as a yes. It'll be okay. You'll see. If it's creepy we can fall back here. I don't care if you even sleep on my couch, if it comes to that."

Nick offered his hand, which she took and was hoisted from the deep couch cushion.
She lost poise and fell into his breast. She felt truehearted muscleman under his jersey, he steadied her.

"Thanks again, nick"

"It's my pleasure."

They walked down the hallway innocently. Angela's tension crested powerful before she opened the door. Then, nil at all ; her apartment felt the way it always did : comforting and warm. She felt ridiculous for being so frightened earlier. Angela went into the bedroom and no discomfort returned. She let out her breath in a huff.

"Sorry ding I don't know why I was so chicken before."

"Well I'm here now. So I'll hold open my hope"He stuck his head in the closet ostensibly looking for monsters and knelt down to gibe under the bed."All clear."Nick smoothed out the sheets and reliever making the bed fit to sleep in again."Okay, get in. I'll tuck you in so you'll sleep tight."

Angela accepted the offer and began getting into bed.

"Robe."ding reminds her.

Angela felt a tiny twinge of ego awareness again but then stood up straight and slid the robe off her articulatio humeri. She hung it back up and prepared to get in the bed again. She impulsively gave Nick a pseudo-chaste kiss on the face then turned purposely brushing her breast against his arm. She lay down and slue beneath the sheets.

notch's eyes bulged slightly when she kissed him then they were locked on her nightgown's hemline as it rose as she lay down. He regained his composure and pulled the mantle over her. He even smoothed them down over her tum and hips.

"If you have any Sir Thomas More bad dreams you come straight to my place."

"okeh, but won't you be in bed ?"

dent smiled"Just parachuting in with me I'll protect you. fall to think of it now I hope you do have bad dreams."

Thinking about the dream made Angela curb a shiver ; but nick Carried on,"What if I have a nightmare can I parachute in bed with you ?"

Angela sat up and rekissed Nick's cheek"Maybe next time. You're my neighbour ; I will want to take affair wearisome, just in case."

When Angela settled back Nick leaned over her"Now I found you, you won't be able to get rid of me."

He kissed her forehead then looked into her eyes. Then he kissed her lips. Angela responded intuitively she kissed him back. She pulled him down so his soundbox covered hers. She parted her lips and her tongue slipped out to work against his lips. His tongue tangled with it a instant later.

travail broke anew on her brow and neck but this was a quick mavin. The warmth eased at the aching in Angela the dreams coldness had left in her. They kissed and she felt his handwriting sliding from her sides to her breasts over the cover charge. She knew she wanted him on the former side of the bed clothes in with her, in her.

Her heart opened as the actualisation hit her, her body craved his. Her titty felt hotter than ever and she realized her mamilla really hadn't gone down since she woke but now they radiated heating. Her breadbasket fluttered as the sensations rushed back and forth to her fork. She mewled a wishful hum against his lips. He responded by kissing her deeper.

Nick's manus left her chest of drawers and slid up to her cervix, he pulled her more insistently toward himself. He lay on top of her and she felt the lump through his sweats, the covers, and her scanty. A quite respectable glob at that, one that she had no doubt that she would thoroughly delight, and enjoy soon.

Just that spirit of being desired and desiring someone inspired contentment in her and fanned her desires even further.

She followed his deterrent example and grasped her hands behind his neck so their lips could be further crushed together ; something that always increased her passion. Her grip brushed against his hair and it prickled her hand.

It felt bristly much approximative than it looked, almost sharply. He pressed his lips against her more pressing all his weight into her becoming nearly uncomfortable for Angela. Nick's hand worked its way down from her neck toward her tit, but she felt a sharp pain as his nail scratched her skin.

"Ow !"Angela squeezed her center shut as tears jumped to them. Her hand released the now bristly hair's-breadth on the back of Nick's head."What happened ? That hurt."she said as she pushed him off of her.

Her teary vision played tricks on her. His hair was a mass of sharp, s bristly tufts and his cheek looked darker.

"Now I found you, you won't be able-bodied to get rid of me."gouge repeated, his voice sounded coarse. His lips were thinner and his dentition seemed sharper. His mitt crept further down to her breasts, his nails cutting through the gauzy material as they curled.

Nick's entire skin darkened various shades each time Angela blinked. His better-looking feature of speech melted into sinister ones. He chuckled in Nick's voice which turned diabolical. Angela found herself unable to travel first from simple shock, then from fear.

The creature that was once gouge, the Mara, hang over Angela to bite at her neck. Angela felt its scarred rim before the teeth sank into her flesh. She closed her eyes in painful sensation and horror.

From behind the fiend bending over her she heard the panicked panting of a threat stricken horse .
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