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sharp fingers trace delicately over soft skin. it’s as delicate as the parasite can attempt — she’s used to maiming and harming people with those hands of hers. it’s like breathing to her, as you sleep soundly, folly held back every instinct in her body to ravage your mind.
what else was she good at doing than that?
it brought her a sick, twisted joy that nobody could convince her was horrible. bringing night terrors and nightmares to the innocent, making bad dreams a walking reality; it was all she’s known. nihility had consumed her very soul, her very being. no amount of lecture could change her ways, no amount of futile ‘friendships’ could save her, not even the strongest of bullets or blades could steer her “good”.
you were asleep, eager, and curled up in her hands like pathetic putty. that’s all she desired.
even in your dreams, you whimpered at her touch. her hands were brushing over your nipples, as they hardened from the cold air and the flicks of her fingers, serrated like a knife to your most sensitive area.
“so reactive today.” folly muttered, “it makes me curious about how awake you truly are, my pretty pet.”
she turned up the intensity, squeezing and rolling it between her thumb and forefinger. drowsily, you twitched and held onto her arms.
folly laughed under her breath as she leaned in closer, moving her hands to drift them downwards. the parasite wasted no time earlier in stripping your clothes — she needed her canvas of soft, willing skin to consume whole.
every inch of you needed to be claimed by her. it was all bared for her.
“a speck in the greater sum of the cosmos.” the demon tsked, “what to do with you~? hmhmhm…”
in your dreamscape, you knew it was folly. the dream was distorted, with details unclear as you felt hot breath on your neck. it made you realize you could never see folly without her mask, but you’ve been victim to her wet licks of her (presumably) long tongue, as it trailed from your throat to your chest.
the puff of black smoke closed her mouth to kiss your nipple, and then sucked and sucked and sucked. your face crinkled as your core heated up. she swirled her forked tongue around your bud as it distracted you from the burning slices to your sides, eliciting a moan from you as blood spilled down. you didn’t care, as your body pressed onto the parasite more, more, and more,
the symbiotic dream demon had moved down to your stomach, licking your wounds clean. folly purred in satisfaction– any good look your subconscious tried to get at her was fruitless, for no face actually showed.
it didn’t matter. you would let the faceless demon ravage you.
“does my little pet need tending? hmhmhaha…”
folly, who was manifested back in the real world, lifted your blanket from your body. she sat up as best as she could before the demon nudged your thighs far apart. your knees pitifully fell open.
as you quietly snored, folly discreetly pulled back your folds. gazing down at your cunt, the dream demon couldn’t help but stare in awe. if you were conscious, your face would have heated up and the embarrassment of someone looking longingly at such a private area of yours would have eaten you alive.
“such a sweet girl. all of this for only me tonight…? how considerate. i should reward you.”
so, so pink. the parasite was used to seeing nothing but red, but the softer hue… it was pure. a sight someone like her hadn’t seen in a long time. as clichéd as the comparison was, it was like the shape of a serene flower, unaware that it was encased perilously by the thorns folly called her own hands.
the sight of a pink rose was something that someone like her shouldn’t be able to take in, but here she was.
her fingers plunged into your pussy greedily, the wetness leaking from you allowed two of folly’s fingers to be sucked in welcomingly. perhaps, even blood was an acceptable lubricant after all.
“if this hurts, pet, let me take care of you,” she spoke, before humming, “though you seem to enjoy this so sickeningly…”
a moan escaped your lips as folly’s fingers thrusted in and out of you at a steady pace. with her other hand, she gently hovers a thumb over your neglected clit as a string of wetness connects you both.
“moreee… pleaseee… ” you whine, slipping in and out of your dreams as the parasite shushes you.
the room was filled with the sound of your messy cunt, the pumping of the dream demon’s hands, and the sudden gasps you made.
“hmhmhm… what slutty little noises. the body of an obedient toy~” folly cooed.
she kept a keen eye on your lower half, noticing as your back arched. she removed her hands to stare at the petals, your labia, for one second as she rubbed your inner thigh to continue giving you friction. juices stuck there as your insides clenched onto nothing, wanting her big hands in you again, but she was enamored at how your bud exploded into full, open bloom—
a delicate flower opening just for folly .
all you could do was shudder. your wet dream, infested by the aspen trees and bright red eyes of the parasite, was too much. your core threatened to snap with every thrust from folly’s digits, as you whined in need for her to be inside further, further,
“all it takes is my fingers to corrode you. a mere touch on the inside and flicking your pathetic form… hmhmhm… ”
she was concentrating effortlessly on rubbing and thrusting. the demon’s hot breath consumed you, your wet dream turning unbearable as your body burned with the need to cum.
“so miserable to watch. look at you~ i should have tried this ages ago.”
your moans blended to one longer groan, thighs shaking. your cunt held onto folly’s fingers for dear life, as she fucked you desperately. a small stream of fluid seeped out continuously from between the parasite’s hands and your hold, trickling onto the sheets.
“it’s time, pet. wash away your dreaded denial. amuse me, beg for me—”
folly’s words overlaid in your head, so the only thing you could hear was her instructions.
“you want to make me happy? you desire satisfaction, a finish to your agony? look at you, sweet girl, your pussy is so loud because of something she should fear. your terror brings you excitement… hehahaha! how absolutely depraved~! ”
you felt like your head would break from the overstimulation, a feeling that folly reveled in seeing you in such disarray. she licked it up as if it were fresh water.
“folly, follyyy~~ ” you whimpered in your slumber, tossing and turning.
“— cum for me.”
everything snapped. your hips magnetized to her knuckles and rode out a violent orgasm, spurting onto the sheets and crying out incoherent babble.
your cunt gripped onto the dream demon, aching as her fingers easily slipped out of you. it missed her so badly – folly chuckled at the sight.
“such a pathetic whelp you are…” folly scorned, full of a mocking tone that made your body twitch, “yet what an entertaining night. i hope you treasure this small favor i bestowed for you… i do not do this often, vermin.”
her tongue, licking her digits clean, was hidden away behind her mask soon enough.
“you’ve proven yourself ‘fun’ to haunt. goodbye for now, hmhmhaha… ”
darkness and apprehension tugged at your chest, making you shoot up from bed with a shout. it was customary whenever the parasite made her exit, it seemed, as the puff of black smoke filled your lungs while you hacked and coughed.
yet again, the demon of the night leaves you to clean up on your own.