Sleep Paralysis script

(ceiling fan fx)

(eerie whispers and wind fx)

Well well, look who's finally asleep.

Seems your weak, mortal body could no longer withstand rest.

How pathetic, to be dependent on your Circadian Rhythm.

Ah yes, you've noticed you can neither move nor speak. Regardless, I can hear your thoughts, as though they've slipped off your tongue.

Who am I?

My name is of little bearing.

I am an Incubus; colloquially known as a sleep paralysis demon.

Humans have whispered with fear about Incubi since the dawn of time.

We feed on our prey through fear or pleasure.

We're not parasitic, though, for our love-making aptitude is second to none. Enough that leaves many humans crying out for more.

My purpose here tonight? To wrap you in a blood-curdling nightmare, naturally.

I see every fear in your heart, what paralyses you, what makes you writhe in horror.

I can forge them together like a skilled smith, and watch as you go mad from such terror!

And I will laugh at your futile efforts to waken. Doesn't that sound fun?

You don't want to be scared?

Well, isn't that cute.

What's this I sense from you?

Longing?

You'd rather we take the softer approach?

You want to be doted on and admired by a being of passion?

It matters not to me... either way, I get sustenance.

you opened your eyes... what a strong will you possess.

You see me now... am I what you imagined?

Your starvation intensifies, as does mine.

I will make you forget all that ails you, all your humanly cares dissipate with my touch,

and basal euphoria will supplant all.

I am a spirit with an incessant hunger for the flesh.

I give and I take.

I am a machine that carries out its task with tireless instinct

I draw vitality from your pleasure, or fear. The more you perceive, the greater energy supply.

I will take my time with you, to milk every drop of expendable vigor.

I know what makes you tingle, what enflames you, like no other.

Focus not on tomorrow or yesterday, but this moment, your desire.

(kisses Listener)

Let's pull back these troublesome covers, shall we?

(snaps, covers fly off fx)

Hmm, quite lovely. You possess such beauty.

It makes me wonder why you conceal your body at night.

(climbs on top of Listener fx)

You feel my weight on you as I hold you down? It's perfect harmony between protection and being overpowered.

I will do everything, because, well, you can't move!

Your hands, they're so slight. And your fingers could easily weave the moonlight into diaphanous threads

So airy.

(kisses Listerner's hand and arm)

I detect your heartbeat with my lips. How your blood races with each successive kiss...

(more kisses)

... as I near your parted lips.

They're parched. Permit me to moisten them.

(Kisses Listener)

Your saliva inebriates me like wine.

(grips Listener's breast fx)

Your breast is so full in my grip...

(kisses Listener's breast)

... and so luscious and rich in my mouth.

A request? Don't be shy.

Bite you lightly going down to your hips and thighs?

(Biting/sucking Listener's skin)

Now now, I shan't apply too much pressure, for fear of marring your flesh.

What a delicious little candy you are. But will your sweet filling melt on my tongue?

(pushes remaining covers aside fx) I spread you open like so, and I gorge.

(Momo-chan fx)

Your secret fantasies are bared to me, the ones that make you swell with voracity!

(resumes fx)

Although you're in  suspended state, I can hear the soft whimpers in your throat.

How they harden me!

Your color rivals that of the plumpest cherry, and just as succulent and flavorful.

(More slurping. The deer is messy.)

You're not long for your climax. I will prolong it, tease you a bit. It will amplify your output of life-force.

And you don't wish to deprive me, do you?

I will nibble on your thigh so gingerly.

(continues)

(touching Listener's buttocks fx) Your buttocks are silky like satin. Such a bewitching body.

You should be worshipped like a goddess.

Oh... resorting to begging now?

Tell me what you want. Direct me.

(more messy eating.)

Ah, what a flood of energy!

Aw, how adorable you are! Face and chest flushed and shimmering with a light mist of perspiration.

I'm invigorated!

But your hunger still gnaws.

I will take you to oblivion with my touch. How about this?

(Fingers. All I'm gonna say)

You're on the verge again. I'm rubbing, rubbing you, faster and faster. Your heart racing, your skin an inferno of passion, your breaths choppy, as it all peaks in a swell of euphoria!

Ah, so good...

(slurping)

And now, it's my turn.

I shall submit to my impulses.

I will fill your void snugly, and you'll envelope my fire.

We shall become one, and neutralize each other's deficiencies.

I will see to your longing... your whispered pleas.

I hear all, and usher in, a symphony (kiss) of bliss.

Let me hold you in my arms. (sliding on the bed sheets fx)

We will lose ourselves in elation together.

I have you.

Are you ready? (positions himself fx)

(penetrates fx)

Your heart beats strong and quick. Is it a remnant from your orgasm, or anticipation of another?

(bed creaking slightly, viscous sounds fx)

What perfect restoration of order.

I just want to drag my fingers down your back.

(moaning and scratching Listener's back fx)

(whimpers and growls. In case you're new here, I employ the same techniques metal bands use for singing their death growls)

(freaky, creaky bed)

Your luscious gem grows ever fuller with each pump. Oh, it loves this attention I bestow upon it!

Oh, again? How kind of you!

You care for me so well, filling me with such life-force!

And I will fill you in return.

(bed creaking fx)

My seductress of the night, teaming with longing and desire, my attention is focused solely on you.

You are all I see, all I feel. We're each other's for tonight!

Relish all of this, this time is yours!

Are you approaching your limit?

We shall surrender together!

(voice getting extra echo-y) Yes, yes, I feel you around me!

(orgasm fx)

Such synchronicity!

Goodness, you're shaking!

My sweet little candy, how well you did.

(kisses Listener)

I must leave.

(pulls out fx)

Sleep will come swiftly to you now.

Let your eyelids grow heavy, and your breath slow.

Relish in the afterglow.

Tomorrow, you will wonder if this was all an erotic dream.

By then, the scratches on your skin will have vanished.

Alas, you'll feel exhausted.

That happens when Incubi visit humans during the night.

When you see me in your room again in the future, this memory will come rushing back to you.

Until then, I will lurk in the recesses of your mind, just beyond the corner of your consciousness

And when you least expect it, I will return.

For what purpose, fate will see. (vanishes)

(ceiling fan fx)