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Paralysis Demon, by AnotherAperson

Julian had suffered many long nights of sleep paralysis.

First, a biblical demon had tormented him. He would crawl from under the mattress with a blaze of hellfire and malicious laughter. Then it would sit on his chest. Looming over, and with a screeching voice, blow rancid insults against his frozen face. It expounded endless tales of Julian's weaknesses and sin, and the myriad ways he'd suffer for it. Disappearing in a foul cloud of ash at the end. Though the laughter followed Julian long into the day.

Then, he got visits from an insectile alien. All clicking twitches and slow movements, standing paper-thin by his bedside. Unmoving except for manipulating foreign, bulbous tools. While staring Julian down with dark, unblinking eyes. It disappeared as it had appeared: with the whir of engines, and a bright green light from his windows. Julian found its threats scarier than the demon's. He doubted prayer would deter a spaceship.

Never had he heard the low grunts of a wolf across the room.

Julian wasn't aware, at first, that he was suffering sleep paralysis, as his eyes were fused closed. In his sleepiness, he just felt confused at the strange thumps of heavy footfalls and low grunts. The thing's claws carved and burrowed into the wood-panelled floor, beside the slow patter of fluid. Only audible between the beast's rumbling groans that shuddered Julian's chest.

He lay trembling in fear as the noise grew. Slick motions became undiscernible under the deluge of growls and pants. Faint smells of wet fur and pine filtered and choked the room. Something warm and sea-like sat beneath it all, until it rose and clouded everything else. The scents together were like another creature. It stretched and sat like a musky cloud of pure, virile savagery, stirring the man's thoughts into hot mud.

He lost track of time until the creature stopped, sighed, and stormed away. A door banged open. The house shook with a howl. It was a rapturous, baritone roar of passion, before it petered off into the quiet mewl of a kitten.

Then the steps returned. All while the smell remained, hugging them both, and putting a jungle-like humidity into his room. The creature's breath had become a ragged pant. It grew louder as it approached Julian's bedside, farther than the alien did. Closer still, like the demon, until his muzzle craned over Julian's face.

The man's body trembled. His skin was mottled and tacky with sweat. He shared acrid breaths with the creature above him, as it presumably waited for something. A few drops of its viscous saliva splattered down his chest, and pooled atop his sternum. It smelled like gummy liquorice, yet pooled like magma. The trail sashayed up to his neck, hesitated, then became a huff of air against his face.

Julian's heart thundered, and he wished the other demon had visited, instead. At least then, his soul, his life, remained his own. This creature had no such compunctions.

A long, rough tongue dragged from his collar bone, over his throat, to the mottled underside of his jaw. It felt like it held him at knifepoint. He imagined the spittle left behind steamed in the air, and brewed with the rest of the creature's scent. Hot and heady, shared like a multitude of kisses and licks between them.

He expected more to follow, but to his relief, the creature stepped back. His steps padded off into silence, and the man was left alone.

In the morning, he forgot what he'd experienced— vivid as it was. The wolf was tame for a paralysis demon. Sure, it was larger, and could kill him faster, but that was a good thing next to the other's methods. Its kiss, too, disturbed him, alongside the wet sounds. He'd never had any physical contact with his visitors, and he didn't want it to become a pattern. But no threats were spat, and the wolf was novel. Something new and weird— nasty in a way he could appreciate.

The memories returned when he stood. His bare feet touched something wet, and he looked down to see a streak of pearly white goo between his toes. A trail of it led from the bed, to out into the hallway. Outside, it continued until it reached beneath the bathroom door.

Having seen plenty of horror movies, he imagined the worst; the alien could have returned early. After all, why did it have to leave before the morning? It perhaps waited for him now, behind the shower curtain, with a really thick probe, lubed and dripping.

He brought a kitchen knife, and waved held it in front of him as he pushed open the door. The mess ended in a semicircle around the sink. Inside, the stuff lathered the bowl. Julian gave it a sniff, and was hit with the same sea-like scent that had haunted him. It draped itself smugly, like a scarf over his senses. Clogging like snot, it carried the overwhelming and messy impression of masculine lust.

Julian ignored it. He made himself breakfast and tea, then began scrubbing the substance from the floors. Throughout, he wondered if he'd lost his mind sometime in the last week. With how sticky and smelly the stuff was, he was thankful the creature dumped it in the bathroom.

After that, the hours dragged by. His television was on, but he kept his eyes on the front door. He had no idea how the wolf got inside. It seemed improbable that something so large had made it through a window, but he found the door unmarred. Tonight, he would find out. Making himself comfortable with blankets, snacks, and his knife, he prepared for a confrontation.

Unfortunately, his attention failed him, and he fell asleep. A growl roused him, while gnashing teeth crawled behind his ears. Thick breaths billowed and ruffled his hair.

His head had lolled back against the sofa in the night, bearing his pale and vulnerable throat. The creature stood above. He heard and felt it jerking and rocking in place. Again, the drool lathered his shoulders, neck, and even cheek, in rabid sprays. All in time with the crescendo of its hands.

Julian was no longer under any illusion over what it was doing. Its growl was not angered nor threatening, but a desperate noise of inarticulate pleasure. Interspersed with the lewd slap of his heavy balls battering his grip, and the crude splatters of spunk frothing between. The man was nothing but prey to its perverted desires. He felt it in each spurt against the sofa's backing. Nothing but porn.

Julian knew he shouldn't be so excited by it. In fact, he should be in pure terror. This should be his scariest paralysis demon yet, if the pattern continued as it had. A monster was in his home, stalking him for its own sexual pleasure. But he couldn't help the deep, instinctual reactions that emerged. He wished he could open his eyes, and see the thing gazing back at him— to share a passionate brush of their noses, a cheeky lick each side. Then each focusing lower, to the fat, throbbing flesh between them. To share and revel, for a moment, in that wild and shameless debauchery.

Yet, once again, the ritual went unmoved by the human. The creature turned and left.

This close, Julian heard it was more of an awkward waddle than a confident stride. The slick motions of its hand continued throughout. Even as the bathroom door slammed open, and he howled over the sink. His sink joined in, with the strained gurgle of its overflow. It continued long after the wolf returned: still dripping, and reeking of semen.

The man was expecting it, but it was still a shock to get another lick. Wilder still, as it continued over his chin to probe at his lips. Three times, each broad enough to cover half his face with every stroke, its tongue dragging lazily along until it was satisfied. It branded him with a spicy heat.

Pulling away, it snorted a final breath. Its great legs wobbled down the corridor. This close to the front door, Julian could hear as it turned the lock, and hunkered through the front door. The door breezed back into place, leaving the man to a silent paralysis. He fell asleep at some point.

The next morning, his face was crusted, and the sofa was ruined. He would have to throw the whole thing out, with how the semen clung to it. Guests would think he'd emptied a tub of glue over it. Yet, even with a tasteful blanket on top, he'd never remove the smell. It intoxicated him the longer he focused on it. It clogged his thoughts, and put him in a dreary haze of sexual fantasies. His crotch stayed taut with daydreams of fur and glittering fangs in the dark.

It got worse when he cleaned the floor. He had to suppress the urge to run his naked hand through the creamy strings, and to draw the same hand into his pants. Or worse, to dip his head down to taste it.

He tried to clear his head with a walk in nature. It didn't occur to him that the forest would draw more images of a towering werewolf. A huge cock leaking between its legs, throbbing an endless stream of fluid over the sleeping man's lips. Voluminous balls crowding against his forehead. Then lowering itself— using a clawed thumb to trail along Julian's jaw to part his lips. First a spurt of pre-cum, lubing up the hole of his mouth, then slipping its meat down into his willing and lax throat…

Julian flushed with embarrassment, and stood to face a wall of trees to hide his erection. Another young man gave him a smirk as he passed. Usually, he'd feel overjoyed at the attention. Now the whole thing felt inconsequential. The man was too small for his imagination.

Altogether, the whole attempt was a complete dud. He cursed himself as he stomped back home, reminding himself of what was happening. Sure, perhaps his image of a monster was real, but said monster had broken into his home, and could be comprised of barbed wire for all he knew. Plus, he may never return. His original paralysis demons were bound to make a return at some point, and his ridiculous lust could wait. They could be dealt with by another human. Someday.

Once home, he scraped the rest of the marks clean from the bathroom floor, and put the kitchen knife back in its place. Locking all doors, he headed to bed early, for a long and restful sleep. Where absolutely no hunky monsters would fuck him senseless in his state of vulnerability. None whatsoever.

But then the smell reappeared. Not just the intoxicating sea of cum his house was swimming in, but the pine, dirt, and raw masculinity of the creature. It came inside and curled around him like an old friend. The creature's growl followed like a war cry. His front door opened, and those familiar steps plodded down the hall, through his door, and with a slight hesitation, to his bedside.

This time it didn't stop at breathing down his neck. It peeled the covers from Julian's body. In protest of the last two nights, Julian wore both pyjama tops and bottoms— now soaked in nervous sweat. But the creatures gaze managed to put a weight on him greater than any bedding, and to his shame, made his cock twitch, too.

The creature's breathing hitched, before another hand appeared. Each the size of a dinner plate, and tipped with sharp and ragged nails. Warm and gnarled, they nipped at his skin, and left goosebumps as they hooked beneath both waistbands. It tugged them roughly down, like a dog with a toy. First bunching around the back of his ass before springing down to his knees.

Julian's erection flopped out and jerked against his thigh. He lamented that it was the only part of him that got to move. A cold nose snorted against it, in a series of short and powerful huffs. Then going lower: lifting his balls with its snout, and pulling at the loose skin with the force of its lungs. It rumbled with pleasure, before its wet tongue lapped out, and squished both against his thighs.

The pressure and weight felt unbearable for Julian, feeling his balls being crushed under each lick. Especially as they began to hang lower. With the steamy saliva covering them, his sack lost its tautness. Each hanging low, the creature had to drag his tongue in longer strokes, making a crude slick of noise, before focusing on each one. Again and again, worshipping them, until the monster sucked them both into his muzzle. Julian felt the serrated edge of teeth prick along his skin. He felt the rubbery seal of the creature's gums cradle them in place. Then that hot tongue, rolling over them in a gentle massage. Soothing the wrinkly skin in waves of warm saliva. They were bathed and worshipped in cozy attention— wined and dined in the monster's sauna of a mouth.

It could have continued for hours. Julian only knew that his dick was drooling and aching in excitement by the time the creature finished. His sack flopped out, and matted his thighs in the creature's viscous glue_._ They cooled in the bedroom air.

Yet the creature wasn't done. Its tongue moved up, and rippled against Julian's length. It cleaned it from root to tip in one luxurious stroke: pushing out a desperate squirt. His teeth appeared at the end to pull up his shirt, and expose his chest. Above the pleasure, Julian heard a rapid swishing in the air. He tried to focus on it, and bring back the horror from earlier, until the lick returned. If he could've moaned, he would've. Even his breathing didn't hitch, as an adoring stroke trailed from his balls to his belly. The creature collected the smatterings of his pre-cum. Then it was back to the base, to begin again.

Julian wanted to cry in frustration by the fourth run. His skin was saturated in the creature's slime, and yet his orgasm was out of reach, with the monster's delicate treatment. Tender lick after tender lick, sending his nerves alight between the oven of its maw and the cool of the night. All the while, swallowed in darkness and unable to move a muscle.

The body worship went on. He picked up the familiar sound of the monster touching itself. Its hand likely a blur of rabid and passionate pleasure at the sight of Julian. Wild fur in disarray— all sharp edges and muscle.

Yet, it treated Julian like a doll. Lapping over him like he was delicate and precious, and only giving the softest part of itself back.

Over time, he heard the hand speed up, while his own orgasm approached at a glacial pace. If anything, it slowed down the closer he got. Sometimes, it moved back down to play with his balls, or lapped side to side to send his whole shaft swinging. Each pearly drop eked out then lapped up.

He wondered if the monster would stop if he found Julian awake. It had tried to hide his activities by going to the bathroom, and the touch of its tongue was self-indulgent. Maybe it would go further if it knew how much the human needed it to. Each nerve became an oversensitive star of pleasure and need. His cock-head felt swollen with his overwhelming want. Every separation was a small agony, but it grew greater still when it ended with more feather-light touches. It was a game of soft pleasure and sexual torture. One so potent, the reality of it became a dream.

His thoughts slurred. Each lap and lustful press against him were like waves breaking down the dam of his mind. The pleasure seeped through the cracks and forced them wide, warping him to the creature's desires. Everything centred on the crown of his cock, as it throbbed and wept, and as every tear of pre-cum was savoured.

Julian was barely conscious when he heard the creature finish. Hours had passed. His body felt high-strung and heavy, with all his focus drawn to the next careful touch of saliva and skin. The creature's orgasm felt like the sudden loss of anaesthesia. His whole bed shook as the creature's motions grew violent in their desire. Teeth nipped against his stomach, before it huffed and pulled away, and let out a deafening howl, that felt a thousand times louder within his room. It felt like sharp pins against his ear drums, before the thunderous tones petered out into a relieved whine.

He almost missed the sound of liquid spraying across his bedroom floor: first against wood, before the substance piled up against itself. Julian could hear each powerful throb and subsequent wallop of cum polluting the room. Then the familiar smell, returning to its prior stranglehold. It left Julian shuddering in bed.

On and on, the beast continued. Its hands barely slowed in their motions. A wild and clumsy lick trailed up Julian's crotch, finishing with a cold snort to his naval.

Even as Julian's mind crowed in horny delight, he wished to block his nose for a moment. His face scrunched in consternation. His hands twitched at his sides.

He stopped. His heart raced in sudden horror and anticipation.

Somehow, he could move, and it became clear why, as he felt sun rays tanning his body. The creature had been at it all night: teasing and pleasuring him with its powerful mouth. But now it was so late, his body was coming awake. After all this time, it was the unbearable agony of an edging session that managed to break his paralysis.

He didn't know what to do. It was one thing to be trapped in a room with a monster while helpless, but worse still to know he could try to retaliate, and fail nonetheless.

His first instinct was to recoil, and run as far from the monster, and its many powerful teeth, as fast as possible. Then, remembering its broad mouth, and the way it tormented him, he was swamped with the urge to grab his aching dick. He couldn't imagine the heavenly delights that pulsed only inches from his hand. Together, the two urges left him still, even as his breath stuttered.

The creature didn't notice. It was making mournful whines, amidst sloppy oozing.

Ignoring his fear and desire, Julian opened his gummy eyes to the sight of his tormenter. His first reaction, that the soup of his brain could conjure, was that the creature was overwhelmingly male. Between his legs, his cock wagged and throbbed like a third leg: drooling long streaks of toothpaste-white gunk. It was at least twelve-inches long, pink, and adorned with orange-sized balls. Julian was equal parts aroused and terrified. A bulbous knot stretched his sheath wide at the base, and rippled with angry veins. The shaft started wide, and slimmed to a fine point at the tip. In the middle, it bent under its own length and weight.

Somehow, Julian dragged his eyes upward. He noted its fur. It was darker than he'd thought possible. The shadows around him seemed to hesitate, then drag along in his wake. Altogether appearing like a black, fuzzy spot against the regular dimensions of the room. Only its sharp teeth and eyes glowed in the broad expanse of its head.

Julian had imagined him looking like a werewolf through and through, but its muzzle was too long, almost bird-like. His body— of which Julian could see— was muscled, yet gangly and crooked.

Finally, his eyes. Perhaps terrifying in the forest, the sulfuric yellow looked cute with the panicked expression he now sported. Hunched over, the creature was scooping his load from the floor. He seemed to be cleaning it up, but couldn't figure out how. Making quiet whines to himself, he made a bowl with his slender hands, and waded it through the mess. Before, like sand in an hourglass, it bubbled and dribbled back to the ground.

Julian was terrified and aroused at the sight. Again, leaving him stuck in indecision. The whole display in front of him was disgusting, yet the dam had broken, and he couldn't help finding it all endearing. To him, the wolf looked like a silly, overgrown puppy. Perhaps his sleep deprivation had caught up to him.

Trying again, the wolf raised a handful and dashed to the bathroom. The shadows sighed behind him until he returned, and reached for more. His tail zipped in agitation.

Julian doubted the creature would take long to finish; despite the mess he continued to spill on the way. Leaving Julian blue-balled until the next night. Unless, he could do something to change the monster's mind.

The next time the wolf left, he tried lifting an arm. Its journey was clunky, as if all the blood had left his extremities to fill his cock. Twitching once, he could tap his hip. He repeated it each time the creature passed, until the motion was smooth and controlled. It wasn't much; but it could be enough. All he had to do was to wrap his thumb and forefinger under the crown of his cock, and tug once, and all that need would melt away. Sanity would return. Pretending to sleep, he would have to accept another messy kiss, then forget about it in the morning.

But then, he hadn't been able to forget the creature over the last two nights. He remembered the longing way he'd gazed at the trails— the many fantasies, as he plodded along for his walk. All focused on the creature's cock, and his taste that Julian had denied himself. They'd remained fantasies because of the lethal risk. What if the wolf would sooner tear him into pieces than fuck him?

Though, what about the reward? If he spent his days scrubbing away his desire, he'd only debate himself through the nights. He had to know for sure.

The man worked up his courage as the monster appeared again. By now, he looked tired of his own solution, and walked in hunched: weary of carrying his own load. Squatting down, he grabbed another handful as if he were plucking weeds, then cupped his hands together. His dick had grown softer, but barely. The softball-size of his knot kept it all from retreating into its sheath.

Julian took a breath at the sight, then went upwards— to the teeth that could rip him to pieces. Those muscles between: alluring, yet suitable for tearing foolish human's limbs off with ease. The glow of his yellow eyes gazing at his own mess in growing resignation.

With a final breath, Julian sat up in bed.

He expected the creature to either lunge or to flee. He didn't expect him to go still, and to stare in frozen shock. The shadows rippled, like a stone tossed into a lake. Cum dripped, slow like molasses, in the silence between them. Otherwise, the world was still in anticipation.

Julian moved first. Trembling, he peeled off his shirt, before climbing to his feet. He moved slowly, trying not to slip in the puddle of gunk, nor scare the monster away.

At first, he hoped not to look the monster in the eyes, but with one glance, he couldn't look away. The wolf conveyed both fear and fascination, with his warbling ears settling back in preparation, while his head cocked to one side. It steeled his nerves, and shifted his focus lower. He came closer, until the cum squelched between his toes, and their arms were in reach. His breath came in panicked gasps, and he sweated uncomfortably. But keeping himself steady, he lowered himself to his knees in front of the creature, then reached forward.

The monster flinched at the touch to his hands. Julian waited for a moment, then pushed on, finally lowering his eyes to the serrated shadows. Most of the cum had already seeped through the creature's fingers, but the remaining flow stopped, as he cupped his own hands beneath. They looked tiny in comparison.

His earlier shame and desire curdled through him. This was what he imagined yesterday, as he considered dragging his tongue across the floor for a taste. But now it was still warm, fresh, and in the hands of its maker. Still, he knew from experience how distant the sexual fantasy of cum could be from the real thing. Would he hate it, as he did then? Would the creature flee? Touching and carrying a load is very different to tasting it, after all.

There was no turning back now. Holding the image of wolf's cute expression in his mind, he lowered his face, and brought the hands upwards. The smell grew until he stopped, lapped out his tongue, and licked the creature's hands clean. His cum had a fowl and acrid taste— a horrific texture of slick ooze and thicker chunks. Stewed together in a creamy, virile mixture that stuck like cement the one moment, and ran like oil the next. Yet still far sweeter than he'd imagined, like he'd stuffed his gums with sour treats.

Julian nearly gagged it out. It took a few gulps to keep it inside, and it kept curdling his stomach with hot stickiness. But he kept going. Dragging his tongue along each finger to the palm, smearing the stuff into his cheeks and nose. His lust flared up, and he gave a wanton moan. The disgust had his cock springing back up, and his cheeks shining crimson beneath their new coating.

It took many minutes of quiet attention to finish. Though without showering, the creamy texture would never leave the beast's dark fur.

Satisfied, Julian gazed up to the creature's own flustered expression: eyes wide and panting.

“Hey," said Julian. His voice was sore from disuse, so he did his best to smile. He risked reaching over to stroke the wolf's chest.

He didn't pull away. Julian felt the muscles tense under his hand, then relax all at once, with a deep sigh. He scratched and squeezed, moving down over the beast's stomach. His fur was like an old and worn doormat, while underneath was a solid wall of muscle. It seemed like his hand disappeared into the combined darkness— like he was running his hands over the fine edges of many razors.

“Such a strong boy."

He roved south to the creature's pink and throbbing cock. New life had returned to it. It bobbed in front of his nose, taunting him with fresh streams of jizz, that added endlessly to the pool beneath them. The tip was damp and flushed from the first orgasm that had passed through it.

He cupped his hands on either side of the beast's root. Then, he squeezed the sheath, and dragged it back and forth. The loose fur and skin bunched and stretched with an oily texture. On instinct, his thumbs dipped inwards, and he dug inside the tight flesh. It felt like dipping his fingers in hot fudge, bound in a cramped, velvet grip, but his hands kept slipping further inside, until they were each buried to the wrist.

“Fuck, that's so hot. Do you keep your change in there?"

The beast grumbled in pleasure above, and rolled his hips. He seemed unsure of where to put its hands, as they curled and twitched at his sides. Though he did widen his stance further, so that his cock was bobbing at the perfect height in front of Julian's nose.

Julian gave a reassuring smirk as he popped his hands free. Grabbing the knot, he appreciated the warmth and texture. The flesh had no give, and stood erect as an iron bar. Trying to squeeze his hands was futile, and so he settled on giving the creature a loose grip to slide into. Like his own torture, going up to the tip, where he rubbed the bulb of the cock-head in circular motions with his thumbs, before drawing it sharply back down.

“That's it…"

The creature understood his intention, and began clumsily jerking his hips forward. His hands reached down to grab his cock, but Julian brushed them away.

“Let me take care of this for you. I will make you feel so good."

Ultimately, he didn't want to torment the poor monster as he had been. Instead, he used one hand to slip back into the sheath, while his other held the middle of his length, and kept it still. He stretched his jaw, and lowered his mouth onto his cock head.

Immediately, it rewarded him with a slick spurt of pre-cum moisturising his lips and clogging his gums. With a noxiously sweet taste, it was hard to gulp down. Still, he kept feeding the rod inwards until the tip poked the back of his gullet. Already, his jaw ached, but the groan above made it worthwhile. Those giant hands settled against the back of his head, and urged him to take an extra inch. It was like having a furry helmet swallow his skull. Slimy palms pressed against his ears and sealed them in place with a twitch of itchy fur. The world beyond became muffled. Only the giant cock mattered, as it stretched his throat into submission.

“Hmmgck!"

Drawing back, Julian gave a stroke with his guiding arm as inches popped free from his throat. His other hand nestled and squeezed the sheathe. He made a bleary glance upwards, but couldn't see past the wolf's tense chest and pink nipples. The wolf could see him, though, and his gaze bore into him. Watching him snatch a lungful of air, before Julian pulled his hand away, and his head went back down. Again and again, until they found a rhythm. Taking as much as Julian could into his mouth, letting it prod his throat, before the creature jerked back in time to balloon his cheeks with pre-cum.

The amount grew to undigestible amounts, and he let it dribble over his chest in long streams. Urges to burp rolled with the churning of his stomach. Tears ran from his eyes. He broke the ritual with a quick cough, voice rougher than before.

“Hm, you taste so fucking strong…" he said, gunk frothing from his sore lips.

The creature whined and urged him back into place. Another gag followed. He kept trying to force as much as the cock as possible into his gullet, resulting in a series of merciless gags. The iron strength of the cock left it inflexible, and unable to curve downwards into his neck.

He seemed unwilling to force the matter. Above, he was content to groan and hump when guided. His legs were at a crooked angle to match Julian's posture. But beside his twitching cock, the rest of his body remained tense. He indulged for the man's sake, and nothing more.

Julian took it as a challenge to stroke and bob even faster. He tried shoving his head onto it, and the sudden gag made him sob. It wasn't enough. The smell was overpowering and swamping his mind into nothing but submissive pleasure. But the beast was acting all slow and gentle again, despite the gallons of pre-cum it was attempting to flush into him. Their bodies both trembled in their own frustrations.

They had to try something else. Pulling off with a crude pop, he closed his eyes, and let the spray lather his face and hair. He kept his one hand dug into the sheath, and stood onto shaking legs. The beast followed, finally standing to his full height. His mountainous ears gorged the ceiling as he went.

“Let's try a different position. I bet you've been wanting to ruin my bed, too."

The creature tilted its head and huffed, though he didn't resist as Julian dragged him along by the sheath. Yesterday, Julian wouldn't have dared. Now, it felt easy to urge the beast along. Tension remained, but the fear had disappeared somewhere between the first lick of the wolf's hands, and the kisses along his dick. Only pleasure remained. He was less of a paralysis demon, and more of a paralysis fling. Although…

“I need you to stop being so fucking gentle with me..."

Julian urged the creature to stand at the edge of the bed. Twisting around, he lay on his back, and flipped his head over the edge. He gave another reassuring smile and a tug. It probably looked crazed— teary-eyed and lathered as he was.

“I'm all yours now, big guy—just a hungry breeding mount for you to pump…"

He guided the cock to slap over his face, moaning as his own saliva wiped over his cheeks. From one side to the other, loosely guiding the flesh over the 'O' in his lips. It seemed larger from below. Julian saw the raw power of each thigh, and the barbell weight of his balls tensing in anticipation. Briefly, he got a glimpse of skin of where the tail met the creature's body. As muscular and plump as Julian hoped, he didn't dare go there with such a wild monster. Darkness fell over him, like cracking ice.

“Come on; make me yours. Ruin my throat."

The beast whined again, but it felt more performative. He idly dragged his cock over Julian's face as if in warning.

“Just pretend you're rutting your hands; I can take it. Come choke me on you dick and fill me with your puppies."

His voice came out a mere whisper, as the tip finally sat on his top lip, then eased inside. The beast shuddered and growled at the touch, and tried to pull back, as more spunk irritated the man's throat.

Julian coughed, but didn't let the monster escape. He reached back and grabbed a thigh and an ass cheek in each hand. Taking a moment to play with the taut and fluffy muscle, he pulled inwards. Taking one final lungful of musky air, he kept pulling. Despite his throat's convulsing protests, he distantly noticed his own length throbbing in anticipation. His eyes teared and blinded him, letting him focus on each powerful inch as it sank into him. He no longer had to swallow anything at all, as each pump rolled straight to his stomach.

Half-way, and he considered giving up, but he'd never forgive himself if he did. His own arousal was testament to it. Letting go of shame, or a sense of safety, he kept pulling until the knot bumped against his lips. Groaning, he let his arms flop to the sides, as his chest tightened painfully in breathlessness.

It wasn't clear what the monster would do. He could step back and go back to being all soft, as Julian was in no condition to chase him. His legs trembled.

He hesitated, whined, and he pulled back. Julian got a watery gurgle of a breath, in and out, closing his eyes to stop the excess cum from burning his eyes. But that was the least of his problems, as before he could speak, the creature slammed back in. His balls bruised Julian's head: each slap like a pounding drum, as the creature found his pace. Hands landed either side Julian's torso, and tore into the bedsheets. A rabid snarl made Julian jump. The trunk-like legs widened on either side of him, letting the creature's hips picked up to a brutal, punishing pace.

Gag after gag assailed the human, as a meals' worth of semen pumped into him. His face became a sopping, pitiful mess, as the cock went from forcing explosive splatters in all directions, to a complete stop. Punctuated with a clap of his great balls against his face. Julian's belly made distressing sounds, and the man was unsurprised to find he'd bloated with the wolf's spunk. It felt like he'd swallowed a bucket's worth, leaving him smug as he was disturbed. It became impossible to tell which direction the fluid was flowing, changing with each tug and thrust.

Howls filled the room. Cum frothed and spurted to the floor in waterfalls to dribbles and back again. The knot bruised Julian's lips on each pummel. The wolf's hips twisted this way and that, trying to get all of it to fit. Julian would have shaken his head if he could. Instead, he patted his belly, tried to breathe, and ignored the way his cock drooled.

Minutes passed. Julian entered a world of a dark need for air, as each thrust turned his neck into a sloppy fleshlight. Yet, his dirty pleasure and arousal flourished. He felt his cock twitching harder with each unpractised and feral hump. He was sure that a stiff breeze would bring him to orgasm. If he focused on it too much—on the wet coating, and the dripping from his length and balls— he would finish untouched. The wolf was experiencing enough pleasure for them both.

But the pulses only grew stronger. His legs spread wider, and his rabid fucking became a blur. Nails tore stripes into the mattress. Drool spattered over Julian's thighs as they twitched and kicked around. He couldn't breathe at all without inhaling something, so he tried to relax, as he was reduced to a twitching hole. Nothing but a grip for the beast's vapid instincts.

The wolf gave up trying to knot him, but he did wrap a hand over Julian's throat, feeling the bulb of his length rolling under his thumb. Panting and growling, the motions reached a crescendo. Until suddenly, it burst. The creature arched his back into his final thrust, pushing all his hot flesh inside, before he through his head back and howled.

Julian barely noticed. Focused as he was, on trying not to drown. It became a game of either keeping the flood down, or heaving it back out again. More appeared either way. He didn't think his voice would ever sound healthy again, as the thrusts became shallower. A series of harsh grinds against his mouth, while his neck was pulled back. Against it, he could feel the wolf's cock arching upwards. Thighs bracketed his head and squeezed.

The beast's howl broke off into a growl. Sharp thumbs dug into the side of Julians cheeks and wormed their way inside. Together, they tried to pry his mouth open further, as the wolf cried in ecstasy and dismay.

Julian's arms were numb all over again. Nonetheless, he had the awareness and pity to reach back, and grab the wolf's knot. It was hardly tight enough, but with his throat pulsating around the rest of the wolf's length, the creature gained a second wind. Again, he threw his head back, and howled louder than before, shaking the windows in their frames. Hump after hump, mixed with bursts of speed, dwindled a faint throbbing.

His whole body shuddered then fell forward onto Julian. The weight crushed the man into shadow. He both heard and felt the grumble of balls against his head as a thick, gummy warmth ballooned in his stomach. A creamier, smoother texture of fresh monster cum drained into him. Each pulse, of another load dumped dragged his head up off the bed like an inverted collar.

The release ran out of space to fill. It turned around, crawled up his neck, then bubbled out through his nose and around his spread lips. Julian's world became a white world of vague nausea. Distantly, he felt himself finish. Likely a large release, but it didn't feel important. Even with the bonus lick from above. Not in comparison to the wolf's ecstasy.

Time dilated, disappeared, then reappeared with a retch. His eyes blinked open to the sight of cum cascading out of him, and down to the bedroom floor, in something between a continuous retch and burp. More sprays lathered over his torso from the pink cock still rubbing against his chin. His horny mind wanted to drag his face back over it, but he was delayed by his ongoing deluge. He dreaded tomorrow's cleaning Perhaps he wouldn't try so hard this time.

This continued for a minute, until his stomach settled and decided to hold the rest. He revelled in taking a steady breath, though still marinated in the wolf's scent. He felt branded with it.

Not trusting himself to speak, he patted the monster's thigh. His other hand settled across his own rounded stomach. Smiling brokenly, Julian lifted his head, and braved looking up at those piercing yellow eyes. They gazed back in a daze above. The wolf looked awkward now that he'd finished brutalising Julian's throat, and was wading through his own, post-orgasmic haze.

Again, Julian took pity, and offered a hand.

The wolf snorted at the cum covering it.

Julian rolled his eyes, and wiped his hands off on the bed. He pulled the covers to his face, and tried to do the same there. All slowly, to not disturb his stomach. It wasn't painful, but he could sense the creature would feel guilty nonetheless.

He offered his hand a second time, and this time, the wolf took it, and crawled onto the bed. After that, he again looked confused.

Sighing, Julian tried to speak.

“H…H—here…" he said, then patted the space to him. He took the wettest spot himself, knowing how averse the creature was with his own load. If only he knew how incredible Julian found it.

Still, the monster got the message, and as Julian lay down, he lay down beside him. Under them, the bedframe groaned in agony, but held. Julian was too tired to worry, as the wolf wrapped around him, and snorted against his nape. The man passed out, smiling, to the sensation of a claw tracing over his nipple.

…

When he woke in the late evening, he half-expected to have hallucinated what had happened. Instead, he looked up to two paralysis demons.

“He should be gone by now," the horned devil hissed, tail lashing behind him.

The alien caressed a probe in its hand and blinked thoughtfully. It spoke in a foreign language, which had the demon nodding.

“Surely, he knows better than to interact with him? That's not fair."

The alien spoke in a garbled tongue, and the demon scowled back, wings batting the air like a whip.

“No; sitting on his chest is fine."

The alien jabbered back, nodded, then pulled a long needle from its bag. With a final wag of one of its long fingers, it advanced on Julian.

Like always, Julian wanted to scream and run, but couldn't move. Not because his limbs felt like lead, but because his body was stuffed with monster spunk, and said monster now wrapped around him like a cobra. With the sunlight streaming across the bed, the murky shadows of his body had gained a softer edge. An arm went over his torso and held his head, bringing it to the wolf's neck. The wolf's leg was raised, as if cocked for a piss: draped over Julian's hips. Together, their weight crushed him into the sodden mattress. Yet the most mortifying part was his warm cock, nestled in the folds of the monster's sheath, beside his own pink length.

At any other time, he would've been overjoyed to wake in such a compromising position. Now, he screamed.

“Get up! Don't let him probe me."

The monster blinked awake, and gazed at him sleepily. His eyes closed in an impression of a smile, like a cat, before he gave a gentle lick to Julian's cheek. He pulled away at the taste, and wrinkled his nose. Over his shoulder, the alien did something similar with its own great eyes.

“Look, an alien. Help me!"

The slim tool craned over the wolf's bulk, straight towards Julian's face. Julian sensed this one would go straight into his eye. He cried out in fear, before a growl deafened his one ear. The towering weight flung off him, and in glee watched as the creature smacked the alien across the room. Its bony figure flew like a broken kite, and crashed against the wall.

The demon was already running. It tossed its ritual carving knife to one side, and fled through the door.

The alien wasn't so lucky. As it tried to stand on wobbly legs, the wolf ripped the tool from its loose grip, and jabbed it into the alien's stomach. Going limp, its giant head keeled to one side, and sent his body crashing to the floor. The wolf picked up its neck in his jaws, then dragged it from the house, like an unruly puppy.

Julian sighed, and let the tension melt away. With the demon's gone, and a belly full of cum, he decided to sleep in for once. Briefly, he heard the dazzle of a UFO soaring away, and a roar of ash.

The wolf was over him a minute later. Arms appeared on either side of Julian's head, immobilising his limbs in place.

“Oh, you're insatiable. Am I not full enough already?"

Now, grinning, Julian opened his eyes. He expected to see those familiar, yellow eyes gazing back, but he was instead treated to a face full of furry ass, and a wet sheath dragging over his nose.

A long, sensual lick dragged against his own cock, stirring it awake.

"Fuck. Again?"

The wolf purred back. He had his own brand of nightly terrors: edging Julian to despair. But for the first time, Julian was truly at peace with it, as he hoped this nightmare never ended.

“Good boy," he murmured, before licking up into the monster's sticky crotch. They'd clean up later.