I shudder in memory, a memory that shouldn't be so vivid from a dream.
"...then I feel the breath on me as a huge form rises over me. His hairs brush against my naked skin and...and...then he penetrates me deeply. It's as if I'm on display for the shadowed forms as they chant, louder and louder as this creature mates with me."
As horrifying as the dreams are, I could not help but feel myself react from remembering it. The primal feel of it, the inability to stop it and the sheer shameful pleasure my body felt...made me moan then need to compose myself and continue the recording.
"I can't run away. Each time I try to fight him...he holds me down and uses my body...panting...growling..." I moaned, my fingers tracing my thigh.
"Each time my body reacts against my will. I try to fight him off. I try to run away but each time he slams me into a wall of pleasure. I can't help but succumb to this inhuman beast...can't help but let him breed me. Each morning I wake up with my blankets on the ground, my body sore and soaked with sweat."