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    She choked on the mouthful of tea, a too-large cube of ice catching in her throat. Ron stopped speaking, jolted out of his thoughts, and after a moment he shot to his feet to start thumping her on the back. He started to pull her to her feet when her throat relaxed again, and she coughed out the ice, gasping in air.
    "Are you okay?" Ron asked. Instead of answering, Priya looked up at where the devilish man stood a second before.
    He'd disappeared.
    A wild thrum of pleasure echoed up from her pussy, though, tightening gleefully, cool wetness dampening the crotch of her panties.
    She'd come. She'd choked in sheer unexpected surprise of a sudden orgasm, breaking over her unbidden like a wave.
    "Oh, hell," she muttered. Ron knelt down in front of her, looking up into her face with worry.
    "I'm dreaming even when I'm awake. "
    ***
    T hat night, Priya understood very well what would happen if she tried to sleep. There was no escaping the dark, illicit presence that would wait for her when the paralysis came this time.
    She watched Ron in his armchair. He paid studious attention to the eleven o'clock news, unaware of her standing in the door to the hallway. She contemplated something utterly ridiculous, something dangerous, and above all, complicit. Her body weighed heavy in the weight of her exhaustion, though, and even if she tried to fight, she wouldn't be able to resist for long. Maybe there was something redeemable in trying to resist, though.
    But she'd grown ready— eager— to give in.
    Priya could no longer lie to herself. What she had seen on the street today had been wrong. Inhuman. Unholy. Impossible. The creature, whatever it might be, had apparently latched onto her, feeding on her, and it should probably send her running for the aid of a priest. Under the gaze of those soulless glinting eyes, the hungry, debauched, and animal Priya took over, though. This could not really be her, had never really been her. It was a Priya the haunting creature wished to create from her...a creature like itself.
    She didn't have hard feelings about her husband, not really. Did she? The demon must be swaying her with some sort of poison, to make her believe she did. She wasn't the hungry, insatiable woman who wanted to devour her young assistant in an orgy of indulgence.
    She should ask for help. Even if this insanity existed only in her own head, the unraveling madness of a woman deprived of sleep for far too long... Priya needed to get help.
    But she didn't want to.
    Without disturbing Ron, she padded down the hall to the bedroom. She clicked the door shut behind her, and turned out the lights.
    Stripping down naked, she lay on the bed—on her back, quite deliberately, her body open to the creature who would surely come—and took a deep breath.
    "Take me." The heavy fingers of exhaustion already tugged her down, and she let them have her.
    "Oh... take me..."
    One hand drifted to her cunt. She shook all over as she slid her fingertips between warm, pink folds and started kneading the swollen bead of her clitoris.
    She didn't know if she slipped into her usual dream state, or if the demon's pervading presence merely crept up on her with slow, somnambulant patience. The instant those big hands ran down her body in the darkness Priya jumped, a gasp catching in her throat. With a sharp joy, she found she could move, and gasp, and writhe beneath his touch. She didn't dare to open her eyes yet, afraid to see him looming over her without the vague excuse of dreams to explain whatever she saw.
    Hands on her body, and the writhing caress of serpentine coils, rolling and twining over her flesh. She arched herself into them, baring herself to their sinuous attention, letting her whole body be explored up and down. The smooth glide of one thick length ran between her thighs, sliding against her pussy in an eager motion, as though tasting her. Coils rolled against the hollows of her neck, running through her dark hair like fingers and