de Sade & Grimm, A Menace of Silk

What invisible force is hell-bent on claiming her?

In the depths of the night, I teeter on the precipice between slumber and wakefulness. My body relaxes in blissful surrender, while certain areas tauten with a delicious tension. A cascade of liquid dreams, brimming with enchantment, seeps into the very core of my being. Beneath the soft caress of the blanket, my chest rises and falls, my succulents tender and ripe. I reach for them.

Oh, how exquisitely they respond to my touch, yielding to the gentle pressure of my grasp. A shiver courses through me, and I clench the supple fabric of the bedsheet in my eager fists, seeking a firmer connection. But a bewitching revelation dawns upon memy hands hold fast to the sheet, so who clasps my chest?

Fear fuels me to awaken. I pry open my eyes. My blanket is cinched tightly around my cherished orbs, as if invisible hands were tempting my desire. What devilish magic is this?

I attempt to retreat from the mysterious grasp that holds me captive. Yet, these invisible hands refuse to relinquish their hold on me. I cling to the fabric that enfolds me, hoping to protect myself, but the evil hands that claim me seem to reside within the very essence of the cloth itselfa surreal fusion of bedsheet and ethereal touch.

Summoning every ounce of strength, I push the bedsheet downward. Yet, the fabric slithers toward my feet with a will of its own, seizing my trembling ankles in an unyielding embrace. It climbs up my legs, higher, higher. Sweet heavens above, what demon is this that claims me so?

Perhaps Celeste de Sade and Diego Grimm can help me.

WARNING: This story includes M/f, telekinetic powers, and a potion that provides the drinker with the ability to taste with her skin. Also, an incubus claims his victim by possessing her bedsheets. Such scenes may disturb sensitive readers. CWs are on the author's website.

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