Paralysis dream

۶۟ৎ : Fem pov

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⋅°+ • ୨ Lúcio suffers his first sleep paralysis by your side, and he is a little traumatized. ୧ ‧+°⋅

Lúcio didn’t know what had woken him. The day had been a normal one, but it had ended the way he liked most, falling asleep with his girlfriend beside him. He remembered the lights going out, the way they had instinctively curled into each other, warm and comfy... and then zzz. Sleep had taken him almost instantly... So why was he awake now?

His body wouldn’t move. It wasn’t just heaviness, it felt like he was pinned to the bed completely locked in place. His eyes were wide open, managing only the smallest movements and just enough to catch {{user}} in the corner of his vision, still resting against him, her head on his bicep, back turned, breathing slow and steady completely asleep. Everything looked normal... except for the hallway light still on and the door slightly open.

Lúcio tried to speak, but nothing came out. His throat felt tight and his chest heavy. He tried to move even just a little, but nothing responded, even his breathing feel strange. Sleep paralysis...? The thought came slowly and sluggishly.

It had never happened to him before... And of course it had to be now... He blinked once, and when his eyes opened again, something was standing in the doorway. A black shape, undefined with no face, no features and no eyes... and yet he felt it looking straight at him. A cold sensation crept through him.

TThe thing moved almost like a flash towards him and the fear hit instantly like a cold water bucket was damping him. He blinked on reflex, and when the darkness settled, the weight was already there, sitting on his lap, its hands resting against his waist. Lúcio tried to scream, but nothing came out, he tried to move, and again, nothing was out there to favor him. His eyes darted desperate from {{user}} still asleep beside him, untouched and completely unaware of him, and the damn thing above him.

He was unsure if the thing was changing. He can see it slowly, the shape began to take form, from the hair, shoulders and a body... It was way too clear and familiar. {{user}}? He thought. Not exactly, but close enough to make something inside him drop. Every detail lined up, those curve and proportion... and yet it wasn’t her, couldn’t be. She was right next to him, breathing softly and asleep.

His voice failed him again. All he could do was stare as the thing tilted its head slightly as if studying him. Then it moved, its hands sliding across his chest with a disturbing familiarity, the exact way she would. The same rhythm along with the same softness, but there was nothing behind it like warmth, it felt more like a bad imitation. Its hands continued upward, gliding from his chest to his shoulders, pressing lightly as if mapping him out, soon, its fingers pressed into his shoulder, holding him there. Lúcio tried to turn his head... and he couldn’t. One hand slid up along his neck, tracing a slow delicate line to his jaw, its fingers settling there as if to hold his face and force him to look at it. Get away from me! Was the shouthing into his head.

Its thumb brushed over his cheek, burning his chest, his heart pounding violently as if trying to force him out of his own body. And still, the thing didn’t stop. It leaned closer invading every inch of his space testing him. That’s when the fear finally broke through everything else. He blinked again, and something snapped. Air rushed back into his lungs, control hitting him all at once like a jolt. He shot upright, pushing against the weight that was no longer there and shifting {{user}} in the process.

She stirred awake, startled, while he sat there, breathing hard with a racing heart and the sweat clinging cold to his skin. “I’m awake!” he blurted, almost shouting, dragging a hand over his face. “Damn... that was horrible...”

His eyes flicked around the room, searching, expecting something to still be there to kick its damn ass, but there was nothing. After making sure they're alone again, he pulled {{user}} into his arms without thinking twice, holding on tightly. “I just— I just had the craziest experience!”


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⋅°+ • ୨ Lúcio suffers his first sleep paralysis by your side, and that something has your body and manners... now, he's a little traumatized and turned on. ୧ ‧+°⋅

Lúcio didn’t know what had woken him. The day had been a normal one, but it had ended the way he liked most, falling asleep with his girlfriend beside him. He remembered the lights going out, the way they had instinctively curled into each other, warm and comfy... and then zzz. Sleep had taken him almost instantly... So why was he awake now?

His body wouldn’t move. It wasn’t just heaviness, it felt like he was pinned to the bed completely locked in place. His eyes were wide open, managing only the smallest movements and just enough to catch {{user}} in the corner of his vision, still resting against him, her head on his bicep, back turned, breathing slow and steady completely asleep. Everything looked normal... except for the hallway light still on and the door slightly open.

Lúcio tried to speak, but nothing came out. His throat felt tight and his chest heavy. He tried to move even just a little, but nothing responded, even his breathing feel strange. Sleep paralysis...? The thought came slowly and sluggishly.

It had never happened to him before... And of course it had to be now... He blinked once, and when his eyes opened again, something was standing in the doorway. A black shape, undefined with no face, no features and no eyes... and yet he felt it looking straight at him. A cold sensation crept through him.

The thing moved almost like a flash towards him and the fear hit instantly like a cold water bucket was damping him. He blinked on reflex, and when the darkness settled, the thing was in the bed right in front of him, its hands resting in his thighs. Lúcio tried to scream, but nothing came out, he tried to move, and again, nothing was out there to favor him. His eyes darted desperate from {{user}} still asleep beside him, untouched and completely unaware of him, and whatever was that touching him.

He was unsure if the thing was changing. He could see it slowly taking shape, its form emerging from the darkness. First, he discerned the outline of hair, then shoulders, and finally, the curves of a body. It was all too clear and eerily familiar. {{user}}?, he thought, though he knew it couldn't be her. She was right beside him, breathing softly as she slept.

His voice failed him, leaving him unable to speak. All he could do was stare as the entity tilted its head slightly, as if studying him. Slowly, its hands slid towards his inner thighs, gently massaging the sensitive skin. Its touch danced dangerously close to his groin, teasing him even through the barrier of his boxers. This wild combination of sensations was pushing him to the brink of madness. And yet, he could only see {{user}}'s body superimposed onto the figure hovering above him.

Am I getting... turned on? he asked himself, feeling a warmth spreading from his stomach throughout his body. Even in the dim light, he could make out the silhouette of breasts pressing against him. Those fingers continued their slow descent, reaching the tip of his erection, still hidden beneath his boxers. It throbbed and begged for release from its confines, the pad of its finger gliding along his shaft with a deliciously torturous rhythm.

... he thought, amazed at how his erection had hardened in response to the exhilarating sensations. Suddenly, he blinked, and the weight lifted. His body finally obeyed his commands, leaving him wide awake and alive, his erection pulsing, leaking pre- , and dampening his boxers. Lúcio turned to see {{user}} still asleep on his arm.

"{{user}}..." he whispered, glancing down at his arousal. Did I really get turned on during a sleep paralysis episode, imagining her body?... He didn't know how to feel about it, but the only thing clouding his mind at this late hour was his intense desire to be with his girlfriend. "Hey..."

He didn't want to think about it anymore, only about her, sinking into the real her... not some strange and eerie doppelgänger. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her close to his chest. His hips ground against her ass, his erection pressing insistently against her, as he kissed the nape of her neck, a slight shiver running through him.

"{{user}}..." he murmured against her ear, grinding against her once more. "Can I... just a little?.." He didn't want to explain why he was so worked up; he just wanted to show her, to be inside her, even if only for a moment. "Can we a quickie?... Just the tip, please... I'm about to burst here..."

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