I often have dreams of darkness, intensely erotic yet terrifying nightmares of agonizingly brutal death at the hands, and other more sexually explicit anatomical parts of cruel demonic monsters.

In my dreams, they come for me at night. They appear out of the darkness, taking me against my will, using me to sate all their sick demonic lust. Their inhumanely oversized cocks painfully ripping my insides apart with every brutal thrust into my vagina, ass, or mouth.

Yet, the sickest, most perverse thing about my dreams is that these monstrous creatures force me to enjoy it. That despite all the agonizing, unbearable pain, they make me orgasm multiple times before I die. All the while secure in the knowledge that my death wouldn’t deter their ravagement of my body. But then again, I’ve always harbored intensely erotic fantasies of necrophilia...