Incubus

Nathan has fallen asleep after an uneventful night home alone. He'd read a while, watched some bad television, had a glass of wine and then fallen asleep. As a single man living alone, Nate tended to get between the silk sheets naked, and he quickly drifted off after laying there for a while.

His black hair was just long enough to rest on the pillow, framing his pale face in a small, dark halo. Beneath the sheets (which were mostly bunched around his upper torso), his body was toned and gave the hint that he worked out, though not excessively. His eyelashes fluttered briefly in his sleep, stirred momentarily by some dream or other. For some reason, he fely extremely gratified, and an intense pleasure welled up inside him, almost seeming to wake him from his slumber by himself. He blinked groggily and slowly opened his eyes.

A top the rough, a dark figure materialised. With a yawn, he pulled out a piece of paper, given away to the few beings around - crows in the pines outside the room, mostly - by the sound. With a slight laugh - almost a giggle - the being snapped his fingers, the window unlocks, seemingly by itself. With that, the figure grabbed edge, hopping inside with the cool air from outside.

The figure looked down, and with another laugh climbed on the bed, between the sleeping man's legs. With a deep breath, a cold breeze brushing against the sleeper's thighs, he pulled the sheets over himself, away from the sleeper's chest, as he began to lick at the prize he just uncovered.

Nathan still wasn't fully conscious, not really taking in the fact that the cool breeze was coming from an open window, and he moaned softly in the silence, feeling the silk sheets slide across his thighs and a warm, moist sensation envelop his cock.

Still not really aware of his surroundings, he blearily opened his eyes. This may well be a dream, but so far it was playing out to be a damned good one. As he did so, one hand unconsciously drifted across the sheets until it approached the vague region of his penis, uncounsciously searching for a head to find and rest upon.

The hand that reached down found a literal head; at that particular moment, the dark figure was on an upstroke, so to speak. The hand specifically only felt the top - and found some medium length hair, but more oddly what felt like ram's horns.

By this time, the figure itself had moved on from licking to a more general mouthing, with the lips. He gave no particular reaction to the hand above him.

Tiberius said:

The hand that reached down found a literal head; at that particular moment, the dark figure was on an upstroke, so to speak. The hand specifically only felt the top - and found some medium length hair, but more oddly what felt like ram's horns.

By this time, the figure itself had moved on from licking to a more general mouthing, with the lips. He gave no particular reaction to the hand above him.

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Actually getting a feel of the head and, more significantly, the horns, startled Nathan out of his dream. he sat up abruptly, pulling out inadvertently away from the figure's mouth as he stared into the moonlit expanse of his room, suddenly wide awake, but not saying anything yet, as if in shock.

The dark figure pulled himself up, covered with sheets. Beneath is a curious face: skin tone a very light brown, silver - in contrast to, say, grey hair, heterochromatic eyes, the left red, the right blue... certainly something was off. He smiled, revealing a single but rather dull canine through his teeth. The smile itself betrayed a look of mischievousness, a look of friskiness. The horns were coiled, just above his ears.

Beneath his face, He angled his arms inward, with his hands, coiled like claws, lying outwards. He was wearing a dark, but thin vest, curving down with his torso, as if it were tied tight.

"Surprized?" He licks his lips.