For a moment, [1]Catheris couldn't process what was happening. He slowly realized he was being choked and the effects of his limited oxygen were starting to get to his head. He inhaled then jolted his head back in shock from the sudden jab at his neck; suddenly, his eyes widened upon realizing who–rather, what it–was.
A cold air seemed to have settled in this small room, and the familiar feeling of uncertainty from being "possessed'' stunned him paralyzed.
The claws on its grip had left red marks on his neck as it tried to push him onto the floor. Catheris tried to pry his neck free but to his horror found his body not listening to him. Frozen, he could only helplessly feel his throat closing in.
Eventually, Catheris went limp as the asphyxiation caught up to him. He started gasping for air as the crushing pressure on his Adam's apple loosened. But by the time he'd regained a semblance of composure, any act of resistance was meaningless flailing. The hand choking him maneuvered itself to the back of his neck, pushing him onto his knees with ease. It forced him flat on the ground; small ragged gasps left his throat as the grip eased.
Catheris's face darkened in horror. If this were any other time, he'd probably have scolded it for ruining his abode. But you know what–he was kind of being choked right now.
It kicked his stomach with deadly precision, his body was dragged across the floor from the impact with a firm thud against the wall; his palm had scratched on the concrete floor. He curled up, clutching at his stomach to soothe it. He almost puked from the stabbing pain alone. Subtle taps echoed throughout the small room, getting louder with every step closer to him. And the air pressure trapped here got heavier with every second.
Confused, he tried to pick his head up to examine the situation. But the claws of the demon-like thing latched onto his hair and pulled it up harshly. Catheris tried not to wince. He could only squeeze his eyes shut before tears left them from the sharp stinging, a searing dryness. After getting over the initial pain, he stared down at the view underneath him.
Squatted down before him was that dreaded existence. From the way it was holding his head, he couldn't look up. It had similar attire as him, wearing the same shiny black leather dress shoes and standard black trousers.
Rather than hostile intention, the movements of the leather clad hand on his cheek were... a bit suggestive. The hold on it was shaky as if it were trying to restrain itself from breaking his jaw. Its middle and ring finger pressed inside his mouth, coating the glove in a thin layer of sheen.
The dim light bulb flickered above–a premonition regarding his bleak fate.
It was humanlike, but clearly not human. It had long sharp claws that could pierce him even through the leather gloves, and its hands were an unrealistic size with abnormally slender fingers.
His head tilted as the fingers forced their way in to swirl around his tongue. Saliva collected at the corner of his bottom lip. The hand maintained a smooth circular rhythm. The swirling fingers stopped to dip into his esophagus to feel his throat clench around those digits.
–Then Catheris heard the ominous sound of a zipper.
"So it was you all along." He clicked his tongue, whispering underneath his breath with contempt: a gasp to his words.
What the fuck was he dreaming about.
–No... rather, it was as if he were trapped in this liminal space.
The sound of his voice faded with time, leaving a painfully loud silence beyond the time for the other's response.
Sigh.
Everything clicked as he pieced the shadow's silhouette and his past dream encounters together: that uncertain feeling of being followed and the blurred fuzzy tall black silhouette he swore he saw in the corner of his eye. He'd been suspecting this was the case, however, he'd been waiting to confirm it with his own eyes.
Fuck, it'd even been happening in real life too–
What to do, what to do... Well, he could always just get killed and wake up, but that would be a horrible night's rest. It'd be hard getting sleepy again after waking up full of adrenaline. Besides, even if he went back to sleep, he'd just enter the same dream again.
Did he really want to wake up in a cold sweat from getting his neck snapped off in a dream? Not really. What if he were so paranoid from this dream that he'd be thinking of it more? He'd be seeing more dick as a result. A bit of context as you are unfamiliar with Catheris Orial, he conforms to the ideology of the normal civilian: no—he does not want to see a random dick. And in this particular dream, his senses felt more real than he was comfortable with.
Is this... seriously what his dream asked of him—Catheris was dumbfounded at the situation unfolding right before him. He slowly blinked down at the crotch under him.
What a turn of events. Catheris thought the thing was supposed to mentally drain him by making him so damned paranoid. His first impression was that the demon sucked. One example of its pathetic attempts was putting the rubber ducky Reena had bought him as a housewarming gift (she was and still is broke as hell) in his office. Its dream presence was obviously more striking, but, before it was merely haunting him from a distance. So it was safe to assume this wouldn't happen...
Alright, have it your way.
He'd commend it for finding such a way to kill his psyche, however, it'd have to take way more than this.
'Yeah.. that's a dick right there.'
Even if there were another entity present in his dreams, he could easily tell this was the one–not because of its dick, rather, the sheer audacity of it.
The color was an almost black dead violet-bluish hue, and the girth rivaled the width of his wrist. The sheer length followed its inhuman nature.
Damn—if he liked dick before, he wouldn't want to see it again for a while. This one was literally monstrous.
Catheris's pitch black eyes stared at it, uninterested. His hand hovered over the length, stuck on whether or not he should actually give it a handjob and throw away his dignity. He concluded that: who cares. Such would satisfy it, no?
Actually, who knew.
Such an idea was thrown out the window as his chin was grabbed, a claw poking at his skin a bit. Catheris' knitted his brows together as his mouth was forced open wide. The other hand grabbed his tongue, sandwiching it between two fingers, saliva coating them slick. His tongue scraped against the gloved claws, pressing into the leather and feeling the details underneath them.
Alarm bells were ringing in his head. He tried to reason with himself–just whatever to keep himself calm. Hell, he probably couldn't do anything even if he wanted to in this instance.
The fingers inside of his mouth withdrew, dragging out threads of saliva to his lips. It guided Catheris' jaw to its crotch again, this time abruptly pressing Catheris's head to the side of its cock–his eye squinted shut.
He pulled his head away in appallment as his eyes widened before he checked himself. With lips hesitantly pressed against its tip, he couldn't bear its needy attitude anymore. If he was that ticked off, he could just bite its dick off instead of its fingers. He heaved in a deep sigh and started before the embarrassment got to his head.
Still rather dumbfounded, Catheris started to tease with shy kitten licks as if he were really new to this. He could tell it was unamused, but he couldn't really take more than a bit at a time, nor did he have the guts to do more... it was intimidating.
He parted his thin lips wide to swallow the tip of its cock, occasionally going down for seconds at a time as the asphyxiation made his mind go blank. He was a bit irked by the weak push at the back of his head.
'Bastard.'
He spilled saliva from his lips, using it to lube his slender fingers before going back down on it. He wrapped his fingers around it with slight pressure, and began thrusting, pumping from top to down, all the way with a constant smooth pace. The grip became slightly harder and slower when he got near the tip–already leaking a translucent fluid.
Admittedly, his curiosity had gotten the better of him.
After who knows how long, he'd finally adjusted to the feeling in his mouth, the tip making his cheeks bulge at the side. His tongue glided on the underside of it–giving his throat a much needed break. His initial coyness wore off, now more curious, if anything.
He'd been going at it for a while. Catheris' eyebrows knitted from frustration and concentration as a slight flush washed over his cheeks. Yet it still seemed rather unamused. He was really trying his best–he just wanted this over with. It seemed to be working physically, but he didn't arouse it, which pissed him off so fucking much; Hah, just why didn't it want him? Catheris didn't care, but in this instance he wasn't even desired in the slightest. The gradual sloppy work made the cock's veins pop out. It seemed to somewhat be on the edge of release already before he pulled it out of his mouth.
Sucking noises and muffled moans echoed off the water pipes and reverberated through the room. The ticklish vibration sent a wave of stimulation down his spine. His mouth had been used for someone—or something else's pleasure, for that matter. But it could get addicting.
Pre-cum pooled more and more, seeping from the side of his mouth. The slickness let him take it deeper in his throat, which was already sore from being forced open so wide.
He was so annoyed, and barely there at this point–oddly tired. All he knew was that he was dead set on making it come. His tongue glided up and down for the faint taste of its pre-cum. There was so much of the liquid that it was far easier than before. His head throbbed with every pulse of the length in his mouth. Instead, the demon used its claw to tug at the locks of Catheris' hair, forcing him to take it deeper.
Hm. Was it close, could this finally be over with?
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Author's Note:
I want to try out this mini theater thing
Catheris: What happened to hello, how are you, my name is??
???: ...
[1] last and only warning theres demon dihh incoming