I found myself walking barefoot along a jagged path, with walls of rocks to my left and a fiery abyss to my right. The heat which surrounded me was making my body sweat, with beads forming on my skin, making it glisten in the glow of the flames. I was wearing a long, clear satin gown that seemed to flow effortlessly, it moved with my body, so soft and weightless like a feather. My body was visible through the fabric as it moved beneath it, seemingly also different. I felt extremely sexy and strangely aroused as if my body was yearning for something. 

My buttocks felt firmer, and my legs were smooth, stretching before me in long, graceful strides. My bosom bounced beneath the dress, swaying in a rhythm that was timed perfectly with each step. They were much bigger, with my large areoles visible and my pert nipples poking into the fabric. My hair was a mass of swirls which cascaded behind me, wild and long. The colour of fire, a hot red and deep amber mixed with a hint of sunburnt blonde, a blanket which followed as I moved. I felt powerful, like I was no longer human, but something more. 

As I neared the end of the path, the darkness became thick, as though it was looming over me, a shadowy eerie darkness which covered everything. Within the darkness, I could see the faint flicker of flames. As I drew closer, I could see large spears which had flames burning from them. Chains hung on the rocky walls, with skeletons of creatures hanging from them, skulls and various bones littered the ground. A shudder of fear crept through me as goosebumps rose all over my body. My heart was now racing as it thumped hard in my chest. 

Finding myself looking into the mouth of a dark cave, I stopped for a moment, standing still as I stared into it. The darkness seemed to call me, as though there was something inside that it wanted me to see. I felt the force of something pulling me, making me wonder closer. My body tingled inside; an aching followed by a slight dampness between my legs. The unmistakable surge of excitement fluttered inside, as though fingers were lightly touching me under my dress. The feeling was enough to persuade me to continue. 

Stepping over the mass of bones which scattered the entrance, I slowly moved forward. My eyes fixed on the darkness, which seemed to lead nowhere. It just went on and on. I could smell something. It was a deep, earthy smell of musk and dampness. I felt myself shaking slightly, but I cautiously continued. The smell got stronger with each step as I walked deeper and deeper into the cave. Along with the earthy musk that filled the air, there was now the smell of blood and death. A feeling of pain and suffering surrounded me for a moment, it made me freeze. 

I could see that all around me were stains in the gravel and dirt, of blood and scrapings from nails being dragged through it. Perhaps from something trying to get away. I told myself they were from animals. Perhaps a fox or deer had ventured into the cave, unable to escape the creature which claimed it. I wanted to believe that the cave was not terrifying and that the bones and scrapings were that of animals. Though deep down I knew they were from humans, skeletons left to rot over time, leaving an eerie feeling within my stomach. The reality was horrifying, yet I still did not stop. 

Seeing more flames ahead, they lit up what lay before me. I could see there was a huge steaming pool, the water so clear I could see the bottom. It was breathtakingly beautiful. With a small waterfall at the far end, the sound of the falling water was so peaceful, along with the steam from the pool which filled the air. As I neared the edge, I leaned down to touch the water; the heat felt so wonderful. It smelt so clean and fresh, and the warmth was so welcoming. My fingers dipped into it; the soothing feeling travelled up my arm as if trying to lure me to enter it completely. The draw to obey and slip into the pool was so strong. Tempted, though, I pulled away, somehow knowing I was not here for that, not yet anyway. 

Standing, I moved my gaze to see what else was around, longing to know where the cave led. Slowly moving from the pool, I headed over to what looked like an enormous bed. As I moved over to it, the size made me gasp. It was the size of a stage, with fur blankets sprawled messily over it. The furs were so soft as I touched them. My fingers smoothed over their surface, feeling they still had a hard warmth to them from being led on. As I walked on, I realised that the mess of the bed, along with the warmth, was a clear sign of someone or something having not long woken from it. 

Continuing past the bed, the cave opened up. I could see the brightness from the moon shining down through splits within the rocks. As my eyes moved to look beyond the otherwise darkness that surrounded me, I saw a figure. A large figure, their silhouette just visible within the moonlight. As I focused my eyes, trying to make out if it was real, it suddenly turned. The ground under my feet churned from the sudden booms of its feet. I felt their eyes looking at me. I stood frozen, staring as the figure moved towards me. 

The moonlight lit up enough for me to see the giant horns which adorned his head, with a mass of hair which enveloped them. Blowing wildly from the wind, which howled through the cave. It was the wind which had carried the scent I had smelt, the musky, earthy scent I knew now was from him. I could see his face; he was breathtaking. His large eyes were like diamonds, their green glow with the darkness of his pupils, they were mesmerising. His cheekbones were high, along with a square jaw, which looked as though he had been carved from stone. He was utter perfection. 

My eyes were now drawn to his huge body. I could see he was not human. His face was that of a human man, though his body was not. It was something different, something from a fairytale. His body was huge, beast-like, yet incredibly alluring. With a swollen chest, which was just pure muscles, he looked fierce. His veins were visible as his muscles swelled with each breath he took. Broad shoulders, leading to his wide-set arms, and his hands were also massive. Each one was so big they could easily crush me.

Each finger was laden with a claw that looked as sharp as a razor, capable of slicing through flesh with no effort at all. He was a giant. Seeing him stand before me, I noticed on his firm waist he was wearing a loincloth, which hung over his private area. The way the fabric was sat over him; it was clear he was aroused. My eyes marvelled for a moment, picturing the splendid sight that was hidden behind it. 

His muscular thighs were on either side, leading to his large bare feet. I felt his stare intensify as I moved closer to him. It was as if he was pulling me closer, using an invisible rope. Now standing in front of him, barely a foot away, I looked up; he towered over me, and I barely reached his chest. Standing there, unsure if I should speak, but sure that if I tried, no sound would come out.

“Why are you here?” he boomed. His loud voice made me cower and cover my ears as it echoed throughout the cave.

His tone was terrifying. Before I could speak, he grabbed hold of me with his giant hand. His sharp claws surrounded me as he held me tight in his grasp. Lifting me to his face, his eyes narrowed as he looked at me fiercely.

“You dare come in here. Who are you?” he growled, showing his fangs. 

Despite his terrifying look, he was still breathtaking. Feeling my body shaking within his fingers, his eyes soften, instantly changing his face. I was in awe. I’m left staring, no longer feeling scared, he was also staring at me. Our eyes meet, our stare so intense. For that second, it was as though he was trying to talk to me, silently entering my mind. I could feel him and hear his thoughts, which were confused and intrigued by me.

“Mmm, you are different. Who are you?” he snarled.

Despite his eyes softening, he still seemed unfriendly, guarded and ready to tear me apart if he so chose. 

“Ariel” I muttered quietly.

Feeling helpless within his grasp, thinking he could kill me any second, though something was telling me he wanted me alive. He carefully placed me on his bed with the soft fur blankets around me as I fell back. I hadn’t noticed him move, too focused on his face to look away or be aware of anything around me.

“Ariel hmm,” he growled. Slightly softer this time as he moved to sit on the bed. 

As he sat, he moved his hand over my dress. Using his sharp claw, he pressed it into the fabric, cutting through it, leaving me laid bare before him. He was looking at my nakedness. He seemed fascinated. His claws traced the edges of my body as I lay motionless, other than the odd tremble or shudder if he let his claw catch my skin.

“You are not from here?” he said quietly.

His claw was between my legs, his fingertips brushing over me. He moved his other hand over my body, pressing it against me, his claws brushing against my skin, but not cutting me. I remained still, holding my breath as I felt something from his touch, my body reacting under his fingers. His touch was very sensual, considering his look and size. He was touching me everywhere. 

Exploring every part of my body with his fingers, trailing them softly against my skin. My body lifted as his fingers trailed over my pelvis, responding to how they felt, a yearning for him to touch me lower. I could feel the dampness between my legs increasing. His touch was enchanting, making me start to spasm uncontrollably, jerking and moving as I became more and more aroused.

“I don’t know,” I said. A quiver to my voice as my body was tingling all over, plus I honestly did not know where I was. 

“You are human. Though different, you’re a woman?” he said in a low mumble.

A deep husky tone that made my internal walls flex, with a pulsing in my core which was so intense it made my breathing fast. Watching his eyes dart over my body, the curiosity within them sent a thrill through me, he looked like he liked what he saw. 

“Yes, have you not seen a woman before?” I said innocently. His eyes dart to mine angrily.

“Of course, I have many just… not of your kind,” 

“Human?” I took a deep breath. Trying to control myself and stop my body from reacting to him, though it was no use. 

He licked his lips as his gaze returned to my body, pressing his hand harder against me, pushing against my opening, his claws touched the edge. It felt so good as I instantly lifted into him.

“Yes,” he muttered. His eyes darted back to me, scanning my face. His expression changed, and he seemed to want something. 

“What?” I said with a questioning stare, as I lifted myself onto my elbows.

I felt something stir deep inside and I could sense he felt it too. He immediately moved one of his claws to my chin, pressing it firmly as he wrapped his fingers around my neck. His fierce look returned as he held me.

“Don’t. I will kill you, I might yet, though I am thinking perhaps you would like to live, am I right?” he snarled.

“Yes,” I whispered.

Despite feeling the sharpness of his claw against my chin, and him squeezing his giant fingers around my throat, I wasn't scared. Instead, excitement filled my core. His aggressive manner made my chest heave, and I felt my nipples harden. My breathing was rapid as I felt my body trembling, yet not from fear. He could see my reaction, causing him to release his grip, pulling his hand away as he turned himself towards me. Lifting his leg as he leaned forward, pulling himself onto the bed as he moved over me. His large arms were on either side of my shoulders. I felt so tiny under him. 

I looked down at his formidable body, so big and muscular. Noticing his loincloth had fallen forward, I could see what it had been shielding. His penis was something I could not take my eyes off. It was as long as my arm and as wide too. His huge end was throbbing, with pre-cum dampening it. He was very much aroused, his veins swelling as his giant member throbbed. I was left gasping as I felt my insides pulsing from desire. Dampness formed within my channel along with the throbbing of my vulva, my body was yearning for him. He seemed unfazed by my reaction, as though he was expecting it.

I opened my mouth, as I began panting to calm myself, imagining his taste if he was to let me suck him. The desire to wrap my mouth over his damp helmet and taste him was so strong. My thoughts were interrupted when he suddenly started shouting. 

“I’m Theydon, I reign here. Humans come here to hurt me, but they fail. They call me a demon, yet it is them behaving as demons,” he boomed.

The anger he unleashed in his words was utterly terrifying. Yet as I listened, I could see that he was upset and hurt. It was his size that made him more intimidating. With his partial beast body and large claws and fangs, he looked terrifying. Though looking into his eyes, I could see he was also gentle, showing he was full of emotion, feelings, and pain, he was fascinating. 

My body was still turning and twitching as I found myself more and more aroused from his outburst, watching his body move, with his arms flailing above me, making his muscles tighten and flex. His enormous erection was pulsing before me, swaying as he leaned further and further forward. The urge to touch and suck him was greater than ever, I wanted to feel it within me, let my muscles tighten around his shaft, and have him pump deep inside. My mind was filled with filthy thoughts of him, unleashing pleasure upon my body.

It was as though he was hearing my thoughts, yet he wanted to continue his loud outburst. His eyes glanced at me as a faint smile curled on the edge of his mouth, just for a brief second, before he resumed his angry rant. 

“They invade my home with weapons to hurt me. I am Theydon and this is my home. I will fight and rip them apart until I…” he bellowed.

I was completely lost in his words, watching his body as his anger took hold. As his eyes looked at me again, he suddenly stopped yelling. He looked at me with something different in his eyes. He was looking at me in a hungry, lustful manner. Smelling the air as he watched me, licking his lips with his long tongue, swirling it around his fangs as he lowered himself over me. 

With his face hovering between my legs, he took a long sniff of me before flicking his tongue; the end wiping against me in a slow flick, which felt incredible. Making me gasp and lift to follow it, as he tasted my arousal. As his tongue moved into his mouth, he let out a growl along with a low humming. Licking his lips, his eyes lifted to look at me. Our gaze locked and I felt my heart pounding as my body throbbed all over. The vibrations of his humming made me more and more turned on, unable to stop it.

Lifting his head, he stared at me. Watching as I lay back, responding silently as if I knew what he wanted. He slid his body over mine, and his wild hair trailed over my breasts as he moved over my body. With his face close to mine and his breath in my face, his eyes called to me, pulling me in. I felt the sheer power of his body along with his giant member pressing hard into me, resting between my legs, making me twitch and jerk further.

Lifting myself, I moved into him. My lips touched his, and I felt him kiss me back. Closing my eyes as his force was gentle but with determination. My tongue entered, brushing his sharp fangs as I moved it around to explore, tasting him, feeling him. His kiss was so strong that I felt as though I was floating. Feeling his arm move as his hand slid down my body, his claws careful not to hurt me, his touch erotic and slow. I could feel myself tingling inside, throbbing as my muscles flexed from yearning for him.

Pulling away from my kiss, he followed his hand. My hands grappled his thick hair as it surrounded me, pulling it as my body jerked from his breath. He was licking my stomach, his long tongue swirling as he continued down. His other hand also moved down, touching me. Now over my opening, my knees bent, my legs open as he brushed his tongue over my clitoris. Swirling to coax it out, pressing his mouth over me as he sucked hard, pushing his tongue deep inside. I felt his tongue moving deep inside me as he licked my walls deep within. 

It was something I had never felt before. His tongue was exploring deep inside me, tasting my pleasure from within my core, licking my inner walls as his lips pressed against my labia. The force of his mouth consumed me along with the weight of his body and the heat from him. I had no control over my movements as I bucked and contorted from the incredible pleasure he was giving me. Arching my back and thrusting into his face, his tongue buried deep inside my body, licking my excitement as I made it. 

Taking hold of his horns, I pulled him into me, thrusting into his face, as he continued enjoying my excitement. I could feel his tongue swirling inside me, as I was engulfed with an incredible rush. Overwhelming every inch of my body, rippling through me like an avalanche, I came hard. He swallowed my excitement as he continued, his mouth suckling every tremor as my body released it, shuddering as it calmed, trembling as he enjoyed lapping up my orgasm.

Feeling him pulling back his tongue gave me a strange feeling as he pulled it from me, licking his lips while he looked down at my trembling body. My eyes met his, longing for more. He could see this in my eyes, my desire for him. He lifted himself, kneeling before taking hold of his giant member. Stroking it as he watched my naked body wriggle and twitch. He had just given me pleasure, like nothing I had felt before. Just from his tongue, the thought of his giant member inside me was just thrilling. Was I going to let this beast of a man claim me with it? Oh yes.

Closing my eyes, I opened my legs, lifting my hips to beckon and welcoming him to enter. I could feel the excitement as my body prepared for him, lifting and thrusting my hips to lure him to take me. I wanted him to push as much of himself into me as possible. I wanted to be stretched as far as he could risk. As I waited, my body felt so charged with excitement, mixed with fear and anticipation. Though also unsure how he would fit inside me, I didn’t care. 

Suddenly I felt something which interrupted everything. Something was shaking me, a rough hard shake as my whole body rocked. It was being pushed and pulled back and forth. Opening my eyes, I saw my roommate, Cathy, shaking me vigorously. My heart and body instantly sank, and a feeling of cold and emptiness filled me.

“ARIEL, ARIEL” she was shouting. 

My eyes widened as I stared at her, shocked. Where had Theydon gone? He was about to… I pause my thoughts, glancing at my naked body on the bed, and Cathy looking concerned, leaning over me. Pulling the blanket over myself, I hugged my knees, feeling embarrassed.

“Thank goodness. I thought you were having some sort of seizure,” she said sighing. Relief covered her face as she stepped back. 

“What happened?” 

Pulling the blanket up to my chin, a sudden sense of cold and loneliness swept through me. I realised I was back in my room on my bed. 

“No idea. You woke me screaming, I came in and you were thrashing your arms about, but still asleep. It was very scary.” 

“Sorry, I think I was dreaming,” 

“More of a nightmare from the looks of it. You even ripped off your nightie.”

She held up the torn rag of fabric that was once my nightie, destroyed. 

“Oh.” I felt embarrassed again. 

Had I just had a bad dream? It felt so real. Theydon felt real. I had felt his breath and how it felt on my face. I could still feel the grip he had as he held me. I could feel where his tongue was inside, both in my mouth and deep within my core, still tingling from my orgasm, so fresh, I swear I could smell it. I sat confused and unsure of what to say. Cathy left my room and I quickly rushed to the bathroom to take a shower, needing to clear my head of the thoughts of my dream. 

What a time to be woken up. He was just about to take me. It would have been wonderful. Disappointed, I stepped into the shower and turned on the water. As I cleaned my body and washed my hair, I tipped my head back as I swilled the water from my body, pushing the suds through my hair. Water trickled down my face. As my hands moved to wipe it away, I felt a sudden pain under my chin. 

My finger touched it, realising there was a small cut. I realised my chin bore the mark of his claw from when he held me in his hand. Turning off the shower, I rushed back to my room, picking up my nightie. I held it up, looking at how it was torn, remembering how he had used his claw to split it, shredding it from my body. Its damage was as though something had cut through it, yet how?

Sitting on my bed, wrapped in my towel, I was left feeling very confused. How could I be in a dream, or how could my dream come into my real life? No, I must be crazy. I must have ripped my nightie in my sleep, cutting my chin. It was the only explanation. Satisfied partially that I had an explanation for last night, I got dressed. I had work in an hour and this chaos had held me up getting ready. 

My hair was wild, a mass of fiery curls which I just could not tame. Pulling on a pair of black knickers and a sports bra, I pulled on my favourite jumper, a black hoodie with a giant skull with flames burning through it on the front. On the back, it had the words ‘Fire & Rage.’ I pulled on a pair of blue jeans, comfy and easy. Slipped on my trainers and grabbed my bag and phone and headed off to work. 

I worked at a gift shop. It was great fun, and it meant I got to learn a lot about old things, antiques and collectables. I have worked here for the last two years. My boss, Howard, was into antiques and knew a lot of things. Curious, I asked him. Hoping he may have some answers to explain the dream I had. 

“Hey Howard, do you know anything about demons?”

“Huh, demons?” he looked up from the old clock he was fixing. 

Seeing the look on my face, he knew I was serious.

“Well, a demon is not a pleasant creature, cast within the fiery pits of hell. Feeding on lost souls, destined to spend eternity causing pain and torturing anyone they encounter,”

The excitement in his voice was clear. His vast knowledge always surprised me. 

“They also wait for unsuspecting victims who they can use as a portal to enter the mortal world, causing chaos and devastation, spreading evil. They are certainly not something you want to be exploring too deeply.”

He stopped talking as he put his screwdriver down, pulling his glasses from his nose. He looked at me, his eyes searching my face.

“Anything else?” 

He was staring at me, watching my face as I took in what he was saying.

“Right, Ok, what about a half-demon, is that a thing?” 

I could see the surprise on his face, yet also a spark of excitement at being able to share more of his knowledge. 

“Oh, now that is interesting, a Cambion, yes, now that is the offspring from the union of a demon with a human, very interesting but just as feared. Said to be powerful, yet with a softer look to be more tempting, I guess. Why the sudden interest?” he looked at me puzzled.

“Just curious is all…so… A Cambion, can they exist for real, like here and now?”

“Oh no, no, they are purely mythical beings. Ariel, are you sure you're alright? You seem bothered by something?” he was looking increasingly concerned.

“Yes, sorry. I just, I just wanted to know and learn about it, is all.” 

“Perhaps a few too many horror movies, am I right?” he chuckled.

“Yes, maybe, thank you,” I said with a faint smile. 

After what Howard told me, I was convinced that what happened last night was just my imagination going a little too far. I knew demons weren’t real. It was just silly of me to even give it a thought. How could a demon be in my dream and influence my real life? It was just impossible. 

Leaving Howard to his clock, I cleaned the shelves, something to do to pass the time. After many months, they needed dusting. Many of the items had been sitting on the same shelves for years, as Howard’s shop was unique. People came and went, already knowing what they were looking for. Very few stayed to browse the variety of unusual items hiding within.

While dusting, I came across an old book. The spine was bound with leather. As I pulled it free from the shelf, the weight took me by surprise. I nearly dropped it, having to catch it in my lap. As I crouched with it nestled on my thighs, I dusted off the cover. Wiping the thick film which masked the details below. I wiped the cover slowly, gently revealing it. The red of the lettering was etched within the leather, which smelt of musky damp and leaves. 

The book was titled ‘Wrath of All Demons.’ as I looked at it, the hairs on the back of my neck were tingling, as though standing on their ends. Goosebumps covered my body as I shuddered, a cold chill travelled all over me, as though the air was breathing in my smell and tasting me. I could see there was a picture etched under the writing, with such detail and precision. It was stunning. 

The image was a fiery background with a spectacular creature, large and wide. With giant claws and horns, which had blood dripping from them. Dead bodies were on the ground, under its giant feet. The creature had deep green eyes, like that of a cat, with narrow slits which had an air of power within their stare. Looking at the magnificent creature, I could see it was a similar likeness to Theydon. Taking in the image, I ran my fingers over the shapes, feeling how it was within the leather. As my fingers moved over it, the book seemed to react to my touch. It was as though the book was breathing each time my fingers touched it. I slowly opened it, the smell of the damp musky leather replaced by a hot fiery smell of burning, and it felt as though the book was warming up. 

Inside the cover, as I lifted it, the inner page had fingerprints of blood, and smudges, as though someone had been injured as they wrote the words, which were hazardously written across the page. Drops of blood had mixed with the ink. The words written were hard to make out, though I believed it read “Kill all humans” It made me shudder reading it. Seeing the blood and the feeling of the pages gave me a sense of curiosity and awe-filled me. A strange whoosh of air swirled around me, a hot burning, like a fire burning ferociously in my face. Turning the page, a passage was written in old ink. I trailed my fingers over the words. They had an icy feel to the touch. It read.

"We will seduce the human men, making them want, fill, and claim us. They will indulge and pleasure us, be our slaves as we take what we want. Once fulfilled, they will be our next meal. We are powerful and will thrive."

Under it, written in a different ink was.

“We will help you by devouring their men, torturing them, and using them to entertain us. We will enjoy their women, filling them with our seed, using them to fulfil our desires and pleasure us. Those who seem able will grow our spawn and give us more power. We can rein together, side by side as we watch the humans burn.”

I slammed it shut as a shudder cut down my spine. Putting the book under my arm, I returned to the counter, laying it on the top, looking at it. Perhaps it had the answers I needed. Just as I go to open it once more, Howard wondered over. Seeing the book, he stopped and stared at me, a serious look covered his face.

“Ariel, are you sure there is nothing you need to talk to me about?” 

“Oh no, I just found this. Thought I would give it a read is all.” I said, smiling softly. 

He looked at me and then at the book under my hands. His face looked very stern, and then he looked back at me, his normal jolly look resumed. 

“Right. Don’t mess with fire my girl. Darkness will consume all,” he said. Giving a small shrug as he moved to the back of the shop where his office was.

He was always saying odd things which never made much or any sense. Getting comfortable, I opened the cover to continue reading the mysterious book. I was sucked into the knowledge it was giving, my mind curious and open to find out what was going on. I needed answers. I felt hopeful that this book could help give me some. The eerie feeling of the book returned as I turned to the next page. A strange glow appeared, faint like a candle, showing me the words on the page, each one illuminated for me to read it. 

“All demons which are cast to the fiery depths of hell are to ensure they protect and keep order. Humans who are sent here will either be slaves of pleasure or pawns to torture continuously. We will gain strength as we feed on their souls and gain pleasure from the torture and suffering that we inflict. Building our strength to unite, preparing for the moment we can unleash our desires onto the mortals, rising to take our destiny and reign as the ultimate being. Using our sexual lure and power of manipulation to gain the attention of humans, giving them pleasure before tearing them to pieces, devouring their flesh.”

I shuddered, though found that I could not stop reading, needing to know more. 

“Spawning from this union, younglings, nurtured and grown to build our army of soldiers. We will use the humans for their bodies, spawning our future fighters, a combined species of demons with humans. We will capture the Nephilim, forcing them to procreate with our soldiers. This union will be the perfect pairing.”

“Creating a new life, a creature so powerful and unique, they will fight the humans. Finding the perfect offspring among them, the mightiest warrior, who will lead us to victory, as we ascend upon the mortal world and overthrow the humans.”

My heart was pounding hard, my body tingled. I could feel my body getting aroused, the feeling inside me building as the dampness filled my knickers. My breathing was heavy as my nipples tightened. I could feel them hardening. All around me, it felt strange, as though a thousand eyes were watching me, peeling off my clothes to taste my skin, the feeling of breath on my arms and neck, hot breath which made my whole body shudder, my body felt as though it was being touched by hundreds of fingers, brushing my skin gently with an airy touch. I couldn’t stop reading, as I enjoyed the sensation, which was making me very turned on. With my heart pounding, I continued reading.

“A Succubus is a demon or supernatural entity in a female form that appears in dreams to seduce men, usually through sexual activity. A Succubus needs semen to survive. Repeated sexual activity with a succubus will cause a bond to be formed between them and the man. A Succubus will drain or harm the man with whom she is having intercourse, despite using his seed to create new life. An Incubus is a demon in a male form that seeks to have sexual intercourse with sleeping human women, the counterpart of a Succubus.”

“They thrive on the need to dominate and unleash their powerful seed. Their power and force during procreation are relentless. They kill nearly all whom they claim. Those who are allowed to live will be used as vessels to carry a youngling. It is believed that repeated sexual activity with an incubus or succubus may cause the deterioration of health, an impaired mental state, or even death. The younglings which are born from this union of incubus and Succubus uniting with a human is a Cambion, a half-breed though powerful.”

“A Cambion can appear to be a human and have a soul but also possess demonic powers that set them apart from ordinary humans. They are powerful demons.”

“Powers and abilities of demons

· Immortality

· Super Strength 

· Astral Perception: Super Senses

· Telekinesis

· Teleportation

· Weather Manipulation”

“A Nephilim is the offspring of an angel and a demon. They can choose to side with the angels or with demons. They consume blood, like vampires. They have nearly identical traits as a Cambion, both with their strength and abilities, and both are immortal. The union of both good and evil will create him with the human element. He will be the ultimate creature. Destined to become King of the seven realms, results from the coming together of a Nephilim with a Cambion. This union will spawn our new king, a new species. We will call a Nephbion, who will grow so powerful the earth will shake when he roars to claim his rightful thrown.”

As I continued reading, I was left confused. I came for answers and had more questions. It was all very complicated. Yet, I still did not know what Theydon was. He seemed like a Cambion, though he was a half beast and half man, so did that make him something entirely different? Was Theydon a Nephbion? No, he couldn't be, could he? 

He had a lure which seemed to welcome, though his demeanour and presence were fierce and unfriendly. At first, he seemed angry and hostile, though quickly became aroused. He became gentle, leaving me more than willing to give myself to him. The pleasure he wielded on me, the power of his tongue, he was certainly magnificent.

I wondered how Howard had come across the book. It had been in his shop for a long time, and this was clear from the thick dust which had covered it. Closing it, I stand for a moment, taking in all the information, and the feeling the book gave me when touching and reading it. Staring at the cover, looking at the creature, I then noticed that behind him was a figure in a long gown with fiery red hair, a woman within the shadows. My heart thumped as I remembered my dream, what I was wearing…. was the woman me? 

Shaking my head, I pushed the book under the counter to dismiss the crazy thoughts that were now filling my head. I needed answers; I needed to know what it all meant, my curiosity and desire to see Theydon again, to have the rush he gave me, yet also the thought that it was actually all just a dream.

When my shift finished, I headed back to my apartment. Cathy was working tonight, so I was alone. However, tonight, I needed to know if I was truly going mad. Was my dream more than it seemed? After last night and the ripping of my nightie, I decided to wear nothing. At least that way I would have no more destroyed clothes. Stripping off, I climbed under the covers. The anticipation of what might happen was already reacting to my vivid thoughts of Theydon. The possibility of him repeating the pleasure he had given last night. As I lay there waiting to fall asleep, my mind filled with thoughts of Theydon’s body, and how he was on the verge of taking me, I longed for that moment back. I closed my eyes, and as I enjoyed the thoughts of his touch, mingled with the words from the book and the feeling of it watching me, I fell asleep. 

Feeling a sudden firm grip on my ankles, along with the feeling of my body being lifted as if floating. Opening my eyes, I found myself back on Theydon’s bed, on my back with him kneeling over me. He was holding my ankles, lifting me as he guided his giant end to my opening. His hair hung over his face, as he leant forward. Releasing my left ankle to let it fall against his chest, he suddenly thrusts with an almighty force, which made me scream. He entered me with such force my vagina stretched. As his length pushed within, I could not breathe as he moved deeper and deeper. I felt like I was going to be torn in two from the force of him. He was only a fifth inside me and I was already full, yet he was still pushing hard.

His powerful thrusts and grunts were not relenting, despite my pleasure, pained screams. I was stuck completely as he pounded into me, his length moved deeper with each thrust, stretching my walls from his girth. I could not move. Taking hold of my waist, he lifted me. Moving my body up and down onto his shaft, thrusting as hard as he dared without seriously hurting me. I was like a rag doll, as he continued to take me. Lifting me up and down, up and down, each down thrust felt like it was going to come out of my mouth with the force he was using. My body felt numb, although it was tingling all over, shaking from pleasure. Despite the pain of being stretched so wide and being filled beyond what could be considered possible, I felt myself coming.

The rush engulfed me like a wave swooping over me. My tremors were violent from the extent of my excitement, each pulse made another follow, his length still firm in me as he hadn’t stopped. With a satisfied loud moan, Theydon lets himself go, and his thrusts become erratic and uncontrolled. He was still only a third in me, yet I felt as he pounded against my body, as though for that second of each thrust his entire length was inside me. 

His face contorted with pleasure as he emptied himself deep within me, and for that moment we are joined, our bodies and souls entwined in a dance of passion and desire. I could feel his hot seed being released within me, the force pushing me from him as I felt myself falling. The moment fades as the warmth and tingling calmed. I closed my eyes to take a moment to recover. It was then he disappeared like a breeze being carried by the wind, a mass of energy leaving my body. 

I stirred from the slight glow of the rising sun hitting my face, slowly blinking awake as my body stirred with me. I led there a moment, the feeling inside me was raw and achy. It was a familiar feeling of recent intercourse, yet I knew I was alone. Slightly confused, I pushed my hand down my body to touch where I ached. As my hand touched, I shuddered, my hand met with a dampness which was unlike anything I could describe. Looking at my sodden fingers, covered with a thick cream which seemed familiar yet not. 

Flashes of my dream came into my mind, the heat and power of my body being taken, the force of being impaled deeply, as though being split in half by his force. It was then I remembered how he had released inside me. The sheer power behind his release lifted me into the air and then he was……I sat up. No. Unsure how this could be, it couldn’t be. It was impossible. 

Pulling myself from my bed, I looked at my body, staring at my reflection in the mirror, turning to check everywhere. As I looked closely, I could see scratches and teeth marks on my neck, running my hands over them. I’m left feeling bewildered and slightly unsure. My insides felt so full, I looked between my legs, and I could see his remanence was still dripping from me. I sat on the floor and hugged my legs, as I tried to understand what was happening. Flashes of him kept entering my mind. I remembered the power of his thrusts, the tingling of his touch. It felt so real. The marks on my body, along with the cream he had left me, were all clear signs that this was more than just a dream, but how? Surely it was not possible. How could a demon enter this world and do this? Wait…It was not like that. I was going to him. I stood, shaking from my revelation. 

I turned on the shower and stepped inside, letting the water pour over my body. I felt I was being foolish thinking the dream was real, as I dismissed the thoughts of my dream, trying to dismiss the marks on my body, with no logical explanation of how they got there whilst I slept. The feeling in my core, the aching of being filled, stretched beyond what should be possible. Not wanting to let myself believe that the dreams, the scratches, the marks, everything was real. If the dreams were real, what of Theydon... he couldn’t be real, surely?

It was all just my imagination playing tricks on me, my mind trying to make sense of the things I was feeling. Perhaps the dreams were my way of dealing with the stresses and uncertainties of my life, a way of giving voice to the desires and fears that I kept hidden away. I longed to feel the loving touch of a man, to share myself with and to have the magical feeling of desire and lust consume my every fibre, yet this was just a dream, a desire for something I had not known or felt for many years. I must have touched myself, causing the marks. Knowing I was crazy to think a dream could be a reality, I dismissed it once again. And with that realisation, the memory of Theydon faded, replaced by a sense of sadness and loss. 

I got dressed and began my day, determined to face reality head-on. As I went about my routine, I couldn’t help but feel a newfound appreciation for the mundane. The simple act of brushing my teeth, making coffee, walking to work. Each step was a reminder that these moments, these little pieces of reality, are what truly made up my life. And while the dream may have been thrilling and intoxicating, it was in the quiet moments of my everyday existence that I found my strength and my courage. Perhaps the dreams were just a way of escaping, like reading a book or watching a film. 

Back home, on my sofa, I relaxed and drank some wine. I felt contented and slowly drifted off to sleep. Finding myself back in his darkened world once more. As I looked around, Theydon appeared as if he was waiting for me, he was angry. He made it clear his anger was due to me dismissing his existence. During the darkness, under the moonlight, he took my body in ways I would never have known possible. Tearing off my clothes as he unleashed himself upon me. His huge member throbbed and stretched me from his unearthly size, the bulge deep within me as my channel expanded to a size unnatural.

Yet within this dream, my body was distorted and pulled beyond anything imaginable, allowing me to take all of him. As he pounded into me, he unleashed his pure force into each thrust, pounding so hard the ground shook beneath us. Suddenly, I was no longer on the ground; he had led down and I was now on him. He moved my body up and down onto his length. It felt as though he was going to push right through me and impale me onto his giant penis, like a trophy to parade around. I felt my body go numb and tremble as a euphoric pleasure engulfed every cell of my being, shaking so violently as he unleashed into me. 

The force of his release poured into my body before it gushed out like a waterfall. Pushing me from him, leaving me in a heap on the ground as he stood over me, looking fierce and for a moment, terrifying. His eyes bore into mine as he growled, bearing his huge fangs as his tongue whipped around them. He stood, towering over me with his huge penis, the shape and size so big I couldn’t understand how it was just inside me. His giant end dripped as he stood above me. It was falling on me as I lay there, coating my body. I was left unable to move after what he’d just done.

"You thought I wasn't real?" he shouted. His voice was deep and menacing, as it echoed around us in the darkness. 

"You thought I was just a dream?" he boomed. 

I couldn't speak or form any words. All I could do was nod, my head felt heavy. He smirked, then slowly knelt beside me. Cupping my face in his giant hands, his claws digging into my skin.

"I am no dream Ariel," his voice was rough and possessive. "I am Theydon, and I am powerful."

And with that, he leaned forward, brushing his lips against mine, his tongue pushed past my lips, tasting and claiming me. His hand slid down my body, possessing me, branding me as his as he cut a mark on my chest, a cross with his claw. Despite the blood and the pain, I was lost in the moment as he kissed me. I felt my body respond, tightening around him, eager for more. He chuckled darkly into my mouth, and then pulled back, studying me again. 

His eyes narrowed, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. He stood, lifting me into his arms once more. As he carried me away, my body was still tingling. I realised I didn’t want to wake up from this dream; I didn't want to face reality. I wanted to stay here, wrapped in his strength and passion. He took me back to his lair, still dark and foreboding, lit only by the flickering torches and the faint glow of the moonlight, which shone through the cracks in the walls of the cave. The air was heavy, with the scent of earth and musk, and the sound of water dripping echoing through the stone walls. He led me on his bed among the soft furs, my body ready for our night together. He knelt beside me, his eyes burning into mine. 

"You are mine now Ariel," he growled. His voice was deep and commanding. 

"Do not underestimate my power," 

I shivered, both from fear and desire. I could feel the power radiating off of him, the raw energy that he wielded like a weapon. He leaned down, his lips brushed against my neck, sending shivers of pleasure through me. His teeth scraped against my skin as I arched into him, my hips lifted off the furs. He chuckled darkly; the vibrations sent a thrill through me. 

"You want me?" his voice was rough and demanding. 

I nod, still unable to form the words to respond. His fingers trailed down my body, cupping my breast, rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His claws scraped my skin with their razor edge, he groaned, and the sound vibrated my skin. My heart raced as I felt his presence wash over me, and I couldn’t help but become aroused by the thought of what he had in store. His touch was electrifying, sending shivers through me. With each passing second, the surrounding room seemed to heat up, the air became thick with desire.

My body tense with anticipation, and my breathing quickened as I waited for him to make his move. Theydon leaned in close, his lips mere inches from my ear, and whispered something so soft that I was unable to make it out. My mind must have heard him as my body instantly reacted. It sent a tingle through my entire body, and I arched my back, voluntarily pressing myself against him. 

His hands slid up my body, and my heart skipped a beat as his claws grazed my most intimate places. I gasped, feeling so exposed and yet so wanted at the same time. With a low groan, Theydon pulled away, moving into the darkness. I watched as he disappeared, leaving me led on his bed, wanting him. Laying there I felt so exhausted, my body tired and weak. My energy drained, as though I was a rundown battery. Feeling my eyes close, I drifted off to sleep. 

The aroma of coffee filled my nose. Opening my eyes, I saw a hot mug being held before me, with Cathy smiling as she held it for me to take. 

“Morning. Was he good?” she laughed, as I took the coffee. 

“Sorry?” I sat up, slightly confused, as I glanced around the living room. 

It was then I saw Theydon’s loincloth along with the scattered torn remains of my clothes. His loincloth was on the seat next to me. Cathy picked it up, looking at it suspiciously. I then realised I was naked. Snatching the fabric, I hold it over myself. Cathy laughed. She was used to seeing my naked body now and was no longer bothered. 

“What was he dressed as, Tarzan or something?” she laughed.

Raising an eyebrow at the very worn-out piece of fabric, the smell of him radiated from it. 

“Oh em, yeah, it was, erm,” I blushed, pulling the hot coffee to my lips. 

I took a sip to distract my thoughts from Theydon, realising he would be naked, wandering his cave. The thought of this made my body react. 

“Ariel, you little minx,” she laughed, seeing me blushing.

“So, where is he? What’s his name?” she sat next to me, eager to hear more, the excitement in her eyes glowing. 

“Oh, Th-Theo and he left.” I lied, not wanting to go into too much detail. 

“So come on Ariel, what was he like? You can’t shut down, seriously?” 

“No, there’s nothing to tell, honestly.” I looked at my mug, unable to look at her. 

“Oh yeah, then why do you have that glow?”

“Glow?” I try to sound dumb, knowing full well what she meant.

“Yeah, the post-incredible sex glow?” narrowing her eyes at me, she knew I was lying. 

“Please Cathy, I will tell you more later. I must sleep.” I put my mug on the table and stand to leave the room. 

“Don’t you have work?”

“Oh, I can’t. I just want to sleep.” I said quietly. 

Heading off to my room, I slid under the blankets, feeling so exhausted, yet scared to close my eyes. Despite the longing to see him again, I was completely drained beyond belief. My body ached and needed to rest. As I started to drift off, I was left unsure what would happen. It was daytime, hoping he would just leave me and let me sleep. Clutching his loincloth against my chest, his smell filled my nose as I let myself drift off to sleep. 

The feeling of heat warmed my body as I stirred, the uncomfortable feeling as my blankets made me too hot. Pulling them off, I lay naked, though still felt too hot. As my eyes opened and adjusted to the darkness, I sat up. My room felt different. The heat in the room felt like there was a fire burning and I was within it. Looking around it was then I saw him, sitting at my desk, the chair turned so he was facing me, his eyes staring, their green glow unmistakable. Drawing in a breath, he moved towards me, though instead of being the giant forbidding beast as before, with horns and sharp deadly claws and fangs, which he could kill me with within a second if he chose, they were all gone. He was a human form, still breathtaking and very well endowed, though he was no longer intimidating or fierce.

As he moved onto my bed, I welcomed him, pulling him into my arms, and he held me. We lay together in my bed, silent, but for our heavy breathing, his head tucked into my neck as he kissed it, his arms embraced me passionately. My mind let me hear his words, whispered so faintly when I was last in his arms. The faint whisper of his words circled my head. He lifted his head and looked at me, as though he could hear my thoughts. 

“You will love me,” he whispered.

His voice was like a husky hum, which made my entire body tremble. He leaned back and kissed my neck again, his words swirled around me as I enjoyed the feeling of his lips. He moved down my body, relishing in his gentle touch, my eyes closed. I let his words swim through me, laying there as he held my knees, opening me and positioned himself, ready to fill me with his giant erection. I opened my eyes and looked at him; he was magnificent, seeing him poised and ready, holding his shaft with an expression of pure desire. As he lunged forward, his end slid within my folds. I gasped and realised at that moment that I already did.