Date: Sat, 9 Oct 2004 00:56:13 EDT
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Tiny Night Demons

			     TINY NIGHT DEMONS
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
		      WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM

     Great-Aunt Reba looked worried and fretful. "Now you're sure you'll be
all right in the bed up in the attic?" she said. "I can fix over the parlor
into a bedroom for you if you'd like." She was a swell old biddy, very rich
and alone in the world, she lived in the town where I was going to attend
college, in an old Victorian style home that looked like it had been
standing for a century. She had offered me free room and board with her
while I attended college. The only problem with the accommodation was,
while the house appeared roomy, her belongings, the accumulation of a life
past its third quarter of a century and none of which she could bear to
part with or move, filled it to near-bursting. She wasn't a packrat,
exactly; she just liked knick-knacks and china and ornate jugs and
you-name-it and she had a lot of all of it, and couldn't bear to move any
of it. Shelves and chest-of-drawers were crammed into every room.
     But I was fresh out of high school, nearly nineteen and not very
fussy. The attic would really suit me just fine. Especially when you
realized that the small room, intended to store stuff, was the one room in
the house she'd left absolutely bare!
     "If you spot any rats up there, you let me know." she said. "I keep
hearing things at night up there, scrap ing and whispering and chittering
away. But I've never seen a rat, so maybe it's just birds or just this old
house settling some. Old wood creaks something awful and wind howling
through the cracks; it's what makes haunted houses, you know, so just
ignore it. But if you do see or hear any rats, or even a single mouse, I
want to know about it."
     "Sure, sure, Aunt Reba." I said. "Really, I'll be fine." I yawned, it
had been a long day and tomorrow was freshman orientation. "I'm going to
bed now. I have to be up at six o'clock."
     "I'll come wake you then." she promised.
     I felt like I was living in the Victorian era; for she gave me a
lighted candle to find my way upstairs to the attic. Well, there wasn't any
electricity upstairs in this house, though enough of it downstairs.
     I heard skittering sounds as I went up the small set of stairs to the
attic room, a true door except for a triangle cut out of one side of it
because of the roof. That triangular missing piece was inside the room as
well, the wall jutted in at five feet high, but the room was big enough and
had a large, circular window with a box beneath it built into the wall, in
which you could store stuff or sit on and lean against the sash and read by
daylight. Others had lived in this room once upon a time, I felt sure, it
spoke of solitude and secrecy and introspection. Perfect for a serious
student like myself. I intended to use daylight long as it lasted, then
either move downstairs to study or run an extension cord up the hallway to
power a lamp.
     I got undressed and climbed into the bed; my own, old, familiar bed
which I'd brought with me. My dresser, too, against one wall. Plenty here
to make me feel right at home...except for no electric lights. The candle
gave enough light though, and I leaned over and blew it out, feeling again
like some person out of a Dickens novel. And Great Aunt Reba was colorful
enough to fit into one of his books, a kindly old lady living all along
with her memories.
     Tired from the moving, I fell asleep easily enough. I'm not sure how
long I slept but it was well into the night, I felt sure. I felt languid,
woozy. The circular window had the moon shining through it, giving the room
an eerie blue-ish light. Everything looked altered, their borders softened,
their outlines changed to something unfamiliar and eldritch. The skittering
sounds had begun again. They did sound like mice's feet on the woodwork. An
old house was bound to have a few, though. Set a few traps or some poison
and I'd get rid of them. Better to do it soon before they gnawed into my
books or hatched a litter of pink raw babies in my dirty clothes.
     "Tch-tch-tch-tch-tch!" came the sound and I looked down. That was
right at the foot of my bed. My head veered and skewed and I couldn't quite
focus though I saw well enough. I laid my head back. Ought to just ignore
it and go back to sleep. Mice, damn it, just mice! Whatever it was doing,
it wasn't going to crawl into bed with me.
     The covers of my bed pulled slightly from the feet. Maybe the mouse
WAS going to get into bed with me! Shit, I'd heard that rats would bite a
person who was asleep! I looked down and saw a small bulb-shaped thing rise
up above the foot of the bed; it didn't look like a rat's nose-muzzle. Then
a long line of limb reach up and grab onto the covers, then one on the
other side do the same. My covers had lain loose over me, and the small
weight was enough to send it sliding down to the floor off of me, leaving
me naked. And I still couldn't move as the covers fell off, the small limbs
reached up and grabbed the sheet now, and hoisted itself up to waist-high
so it could clamber onto my bed.
     A small man! Good God, it was alive! It/he crawled on up and stood up,
looked at me, and grinned. "Tch-tch-tch-tch-tch!" he jibbered. He stood
about a foot tall and built to scale. He was totally nude and hairless. I
saw a flicker and realized it was a tail he was wiggling and whipping
about. Shit! What the fuck was it?
     I tried to move, to get away, but my arms and legs weighed a ton. I
moved, but it was slow, reluctant movements. Shit, this was a dream! Wasn't
it? That torpor was very much the same, but a dream...it was so vivid! I
could see every detail of things, the way his body was muscled and his face
was handsome in a thin sort of way, I could see his teeth when he grinned
and his cock, I could see his cock as the tail twitched about like a cat
who was focused on its prey. Dreams are like that, sometimes, I told
myself. It's only a dream. Little men don't really exist, they don't climb
up onto your bed with you.
     He walked up by my side to about my waist, then jumped up onto me. He
landed lightly, it was no more onerous than having a kitten do the same
thing; I felt the weight but it wasn't painful in any way. I watched him,
wide-eyed. I had to be asleep, I had to be! If I was awake, I could move,
and I couldn't! My arms and legs were made of lead, I could move them but
barely, slowly, futilely. Dreamlike.
     More jibbering from below the bed. Others of them. How many more? I
wanted to look, to see, but I couldn't move, just my head, a little, I
could lift my head.
     He walked up to stand on my chest and look at me and I looked at
him. I could see now his ears were pointed and he didn't have any
eyebrows. Totally hairless.
     He regarded me in a sort of insolent curiosity, the way a drunk man
peers at the apes in the zoo; he knows they can't get to him, so he gawks
and hollers at them and even throws things if he gets bored...that sort of
look. I was helpless and he knew it and he could look however he wanted. He
reached down and fondled himself, playing with his cock. "Tch-tch-tch-tch!"
he said to me.
     I tried to yell at him, only a dull sort of "Uuuhh!" came out of my
mouth.
     He looked at me and seemed to be puzzling out what he wanted to do
next. His cock was fully erect, standing out a half-inch or so, a
respectable size on his little body. He saw one of my nipples, went over to
it, squatted down and grabbed hold of the button with one hand, and I found
his hands had small claws on the tips of them. They scratched, and if he
chose, they could have sunk into my flesh for they were sharp.
     But he just hand one nipple nub in his palm and he squeezed on it,
twisted it like a jar lid. His dong was hard, dangling down between his
legs, and he knelt down on top of my breast, laid his cock on top of my
nipple, pressed his hand on top of it and he fucked at me like that while
looking at my face, and then behind himself.
     It was the damnedest feeling, the hot little shaft slipping back and
forth on my tit. He made circular motions with his buttocks and that felt
even weirder and I gasped. Shit, this was some bizarre dream, a tiny naked
man having his way with me! This could only happen in a dream! It had to be
a dream and nothing can hurt you in a dream, certainly not a naked man
fucking at your tit! It was a wet dream, just enjoy it!
     I threw an erection then. It must have been what he was looking for,
for when my dick rose up and stiffened, lying on my stomach, he got up and
trotted over to it.
     This was a dream, nothing was going to surprise me in a dream. It's
fun when you're dreaming and you know you're dreaming, you can sort of lie
there and enjoy everything that's going on. The monsters can't get you when
you know you're dreaming, if one tries, you just pull a flamethrower out of
your pocket and toast them.
     So I watched him, that tail of his twitching about like a small whip,
and he bent over, giving me a look at perfect buns spread wide below that
tail, and he lifted my cock up. It came to about mid-chest on him, and I
saw/felt him sliding his hands over my cockhead, embracing the glans and
his cock slid down beneath it, touching and sliding across the tender flesh
between the flare of the glans and the thickening of the foreskin.
     I shuddered at the feel of it, the hot shaft touching, caressing,
awakening my pleasure. There's an odd joy to the stroking of this tender
flesh, it's hotter, closer to painful, and more intense at the same
time. If the cock on this little man hadn't been so soft, so velvety, so
adeptly applied, it would have been torment; instead it was driving me
insane with lust.
     "Damn!" I murmured.
     His hands and arms stroked the flare of my glans, and that added to
the pleasure. His hands were roaming over that purplish curved edge, and
that was coupled with the stroke of his prick on my tender skin beneath it,
it wasn't like any sex I'd ever had before.
     I moaned, I gasped, my climax was upon me and so was the little man's,
he grabbed tight to my cockhead again and he rubbed at me so hard and fast,
it was like fire upon my skin, he made a sort of high pitched squeal
otherwise just like a groan, and I felt his slimy sperm slice across the
so-tender flesh, that was enough, I groaned and I erupted, that caught the
little man right in his face and chest, he gave a mixture of choking,
coughing and climax sounds that intensified my pleasure, I was drenching
the little stud, I was literally drowning him in my jizz, and he was loving
it!
     It was a long, intense orgasm and it extended beyond the time my cock
shot out my jizz, I sort of kept having little after-shocks of pleasure,
for he was still rubbing himself on me, his cock dwindled down but there
was still his hips and his body rubbing at mine, his hands curling along
the flare of my cockhead, and that caused me to shudder, gasp and pant for
what felt like minutes.
     Done, panting, I looked at this dream-creature, he was still there
which surprised me, usually a climax with ejaculation in a dream (if I even
got that far, which wasn't often) was enough to wake me up, but I was still
asleep, for he was still there, covered with globs of my jizz. My come was
all over his body, dribbling down him in long pearl-colored rivulets. He
was licking at himself, scooping the gooey sperm off of his body and
actually swallowing the stuff. It wasn't like he was giving me that bit of
honor you do to a lover after climax, licking up the stray jizz, this was
more like he was eating it. For his little size, it made a substantial
meal, I guess. He was slobbering, his face lit up in bliss as he gobbled it
down.
     He even got down onto all fours so he could lap up a puddle of it that
had fallen from him and was on my lower stomach, and then licked at the
smear of it still on my cockhead, and that felt odd, too, for my cockhead
was very tender, but he was gentle and I let him do it without
complaining. Done, he walked back up to me and I wondered if he would kiss
me or something, but he grinned down at me and I smiled back at him, and he
jumped off of me and then slid down the bed, to the tune of many jabbering
twitters below him. Then they moved away and I was left alone once more.
     Sleepily, I was able to move now but in that heavy, groggy,
drugged-like stupor you have when you've been awakened from a vivid, sharp
dream. I turned around in bed, fished the blanket back up off the floor,
drap ed it over me more-or-less in place again, and settled down to go back
to sleep. Hell of a dream, it must have been caused by me kicking the
covers off. Moving all day, it was hard work, it would make anyone's sleep
restless. That's all it was. A fun dream, though, sparked by the sounds of
the mice in the walls. Or the settling of the walls. Whatever.... I was
asleep again.
     I woke up the next morning to the sun streaming in that window. I
moaned, sat up in bed, felt dizzy and groggy. And stiff muscles, I ached
all over, vaguely.
     But a shower did wonders for me and at least the upstairs bathroom had
hot water if not electric lights, I took a good, long shower, and dressed,
went downstairs to Aunt Reba and a nice, hearty breakfast she had fixed for
me.
     She let me eat in silence, and when I was down to sipping the last of
the coffee she had poured me, asked "Did you sleep all right?"
     "Fine, Aunt Reba." I said, chuckled at the memory, vague and confused
as dreams are in the morning. "Had a funny dream about a little man."
     "Really?" she was suddenly intense. "Did you see him?"
     "Yeah." I said. I wasn't going to tell her everything but.... "He got
up in bed with me and stood on my chest and jabbered at me."
     "Were you afraid of him?" she asked.
     It was only later I thought that an odd question; I didn't just
then. "Nah, he was just a dream."
     "Oh, just a dream." she said in comprehension. "Well, dreams can't
hurt you, can they?"
     "Nah." I said. "Really strange dream. I think you do have mice,
though, I heard them in the walls."
     "You think I have mice in the walls?"
     "That or a bunch of those little men I saw." I laughed and got
up. "Thanks for breakfast, I have to go. I'll probably be late. If I'm not
back by six o'clock, don't wait supper on me, I'll pick something up for
myself or eat out."
     "Have fun, dear." she said, kissing me on the cheek, a funny dry
feeling from her withered lips. "And don't worry about the little men, they
won't hurt you. They promised me that."
     I took off and as I said, it was only on the way to school, riding the
van-like shuttle they ran through the town for students like me, that I had
time to think what a weird conversation we'd had for breakfast. Well, old
ladies like Great Aunt Reba tend to be a little senile, and living all
alone, she was bound to be given to some flights of fantasy. After all, I
was the one who first mentioned the little man of my dreams to her.
     It was late, nearly ten o'clock at night, when I got home. All the
lights were off except for one in the lower front room and a candle waiting
for me, I lit it and turned off the lights, went on up to bed. This was
Friday night and I had the weekend free, I decided to spend at least part
of that weekend making Great Aunt Reba happy to have me around. Help her
clean house or something, this big place was rather dusty and cluttered. If
I volunteered for things when I could spare the time, she'd be less likely
to try to assign me jobs to do for my keep.
     The bed looked good to me and I decided against the blanket for it had
been rather warm, just another sheet over me until the weather cooled down
some. I drifted off to sleep.
     And into that same dream. Jittering, chittering, jibbering, jabbering
sounds opened my eyes, and I looked up to see the sheet already gone, and
not one but a whole bunch of those little men on the bed with me. Must have
been a dozen or more of them, and they all looked alike, right down to the
pointed ears and the hyperactive tail.
     Tiny night demons, I thought. They come out at night and have their
way with you in your dreams. I chuckled. This kind of dream, if it was like
the one the night before, would be very welcome indeed. I was not yet
nineteen, wet dreams were a nightly occurrence. I grinned at them, said,
"Come and get it, guys." I could move better than I could the night before,
but I wasn't as tired. Freshman orientation is time-consuming, but I'd
spent a lot of time just sitting, and then there were the drinks in the
student union, talking with people I'd found who would be in my classes
with me, setting up study groups and such. A productive but not a stressful
day.
     Grinning and gabbling, they moved in on me. I had horny dicks pushing
on me from all over the place. Three of them gathered around my cock and
managed to push their horny prongs up against my cock like the one had done
the night before. The others settled for what they could get. One of them
mounted my tit and began fucking at it, another pushed against my ribs
while he stood on the bed, another had the bright idea of licking a wet
spot between the index and middle finger of my right hand, and then
pressing his dick into the moist spot he'd created. Like frottage only with
my fingers taking the place of my legs. Another one was licking my balls,
it felt like, there was a wet, sticky something running over them with the
unmistakable feeling of tiny hands with tiny claws that almost pricked my
skin. Almost...but not quite.
     And one of them got brave enough to climb up my face by using my left
ear as a stepladder, and then he sat himself down on my chin and leaned
over to grab my nose and I felt his dick on my lips. I licked my lips and
his prick and he gasped in pleasure, grinned at me, and I smiled back,
pressed my lips together, holding his dong between them, lifting my teeth
slightly apart because that was all he needed.
     He began to fuck my mouth and his success inspired another one to
climb up and stick his in, too. One little man on each side of my nose,
each holding onto the flare of my nostrils with one hand to keep hold while
they fucked my face. Another one was trying, not to successfully, to do the
same thing with my right ear, but that was a hole too big for him. But he
kept trying.
     And everywhere they touched me, it was warm and pleasant for me. So
many tiny forms would have made a formidable weight, but it was like they
somehow counteracted their weight, for they were like nothing was
there. Lots of small horny studs fucking at my huge body, rubbing their
hard pricks on me everywhere they could. I envisioned even more of these
little men, one cock between the crevices of each of my fingers, one
between each of my toes, them fucking my armpit, the warm spot between my
ballsac and my legs (that wasn't imagination, the one who had been licking
my balls had figured out to do that).
     And those three on my cock, it was doing everything to me. My whole
body was alive, a gigantic fuck-toy to these small men, all of them alike,
all muscular, all handsome, all hairless and all horny as hell. They
jibbered and giggled to each other.
     Then they began to reach their climaxes. One of them groaned and I
felt his slimy wad spray my chest wall. Then the one at my ear managed it
and I got an earful of his little squirts, a bizarre feeling. I could only
really see the two who were holding onto my face and fucking my lips, they
had twin grimaces of concentrated lust contorting their features, hunching
away, and the sounds of tiny night demon lust reverberated through the
night all around me. The ones around my cock came, splattering my cock with
their jism, one of them leaned over and shoved his tongue right into my
slit when he came, groaning his lust into my cockhead while he kissed it, I
felt my body tingling and twitching all over, and I moaned, groaned, and
that seemed to excite them. A congregation of them converged on my groin
and I felt hands all over my cock, and then lips kissing me, stroking my
cock all over, and I moaned, the little ones fucking my mouth began to
groan and one of them gave a high-pitched squeal and I felt and tasted his
hot jizz spurt into my mouth and land on my tongue, hot salty jizz and I
groaned, my climax struck from those hands, all those hands and lips
pulling at my cock in all directions at once, and I exploded like I had the
night before, and it was a sound of awe and delight that the little demons
gave, they cheered as I squirted high and it splattered all over them and
they lifted up their heads and let it land on their faces, wanting it,
catching it as it rained on them.
     I moaned, tossed my head and the two little ones fucking my mouth slid
off in jabbers of protest.
     When I was done with my climax, one of them, the one who hadn't come I
guess, climbed back on and seemed almost angry at me. He climbed up and
instead of sticking it back in my mouth (I wet my lips for him to do so),
the little bastard had the gall to stick his dick into my nostril and used
his hands to hold it tight while he fucked at my nose! His dick was hard,
hot, it was a steel rod slamming into my nasal passages, nearly bruising
them, but before I could get mad enough to do anything about it, he gave a
nearly gutteral squeak and shot his jizz into my nose. It burned, it burned
like hell, but I held out until he was done, barely done, then I sneezed,
loud and hard.
     It shook them, they sprawled everywhere and I sat up in bed. The
dream, again, hadn't ended. I looked at them, they were licking themselves
or each other, cleaning me up, two of them were working on my cockhead,
skittering after my cock as I sat up, those who fell tumbled lightly, as if
they weighed like a feather and falling was nothing to them.
     "Damn, you guys are still here." I said. "This is a hell of a dream
I'm having."
     These little guys weren't satisfied with just one fuck, they climbed
back onto me and began to hunch at me again. I lay back and let them do
what they wanted to, and this dream went on and on and on. Some dreams last
a very, very long time, and this was one of them. I fell sounder asleep
time and again and would rouse again to that dream. Time and again, I felt
the jab of a hard little dick inserting itself into some crevice in my
body, one of them dared to fuck at one of my eyebrows and I opened my eye
to get a close-up view of his asshole, staring up between his legs as he
stood with one leg on the bridge of my nose and the other on the ridge of
bone beyond the eye socket, hanging onto the hair on my head, his little
dick plowing through my eyebrow hair. I watched his ass wriggle and that
tail whip about and he stiffened in pleasure and hot jizz spurted into my
eyebrow hair.
     My cock was the center of their attention, though. It was like they
spent the entire night coaxing me awake and into new pleasure, and I had
four or five climaxes in my dreams that night. One wet dream after another,
all starring little, horny, hairless devils only a foot high, gathered
about my body, gang-banging me all at once. One got the bright idea of
fucking me in my cockslit and that went on and on, it was like each one
wanted to make me come like that, his comrades titillating my cock while he
fucked my cockhead. I did that twice to them, and it was like they cheered
when I did it. I tried to imagine what that would be like, fucking a cock
the size of yourself, your cock inside the slit, and that cock spurt out at
you, dousing your crotch in hot jizz. I decided it would make me come, it
did the little guys it happened to, all right.
     Morning came, eventually, and I sat up in bed, feeling hot, sticky,
sweaty. I had to get electricity up here so I could put in a fan, it had
been a hot night, I decided. I got up and staggered over to my dresser and
opened that drawer with my underwear.
     And looked, in the bright light of day, right at one of the little
men. "Holy shit!" I screamed as he sat up and looked at me. He must have
decided to sleep there, for he looked groggy and annoyed, frowning up at me
and he jibbered his complaint, but I was scared shitless, I got the hell
out of there and ran downstairs.
     Only at the last second did I think of my bare state, but the parlor
entrance had curtains and I held one of them about myself as I looked in,
where I heard Aunt Reba's voice.
     She was sitting in her chair, reading aloud from a book. And around
her were a lot of these little men. And little women and little children,
all naked and unashamed of it. Aunt Reba was reading them a children's
story and they were all lapping it up, laughing and listening to her
intently as she told them the tale just like reading to a bunch of
children.
     "Aunt Reba!" I said. "Aunt Reba, what the hell is going on?"
     She looked up at me. "Hello, dear, did you have a nice sleep?"
     "Yeah." I said, considered that. "No! What...what are these things?"
     "But you've met them, dear." she said to me, kindly. "They've been
keeping you company and getting to know you, they've told me. So nice that
someone else is here to help me with them."
     "But what are they?"
     "Pixies. Fairies. Elves. Leprechauns." she said indulgently. "Lots of
words for them, dear. We just happen to have a whole little town of them
living in this house with us. That's why I didn't want to move you into any
of the other rooms, dear, they live there."
     I thought of the horribly cluttered house, realized now how much of it
could be turned into houses...for six-inch-tall people, that is. Like the
one who decided to use my dresser's top drawer and sleep on my clean
briefs.
     "You knew they were here?"
     "Yes, dear." she said. "And now you know."
     "But...haven't you told anyone?"
     She smiled at me. "Tell people what, dear? They only show themselves
to people they trust. Go about talking about the Little People, dear, and
they'll lock you away. And I was so hoping you'd be here to take care of
them after I'm gone."
     "After you're gone?"
     "Of course, dear." she said. "I'll change my will, leave you this
house and my entire estate if you'll agree to it. You'll have to stay in
this town, but you wanted to be a teacher. A donation to the college will
get you on the staff, you can teach at the college and live here like I
do. I take care of them and they take care of me. Doesn't that sound
wonderful?"
     I looked at them, realized that they didn't look exactly alike. But
they were all young, handsome/beautiful creatures. The rest of my life
being surrounded by horny little devils, my nights filled with the sort of
pleasure they can give which is like no man can.
     "Sure, Aunt Reba." I said, starting to smile. "That sounds great."
     Noises behind me, a group of the little men had brought me a
bathrobe. I put it on, and a couple of the men, who I'm sure were all part
of last night's orgy, led me by my forefingers to the group, and I sat in a
nearby chair, a dozen or more little men sat and snuggled up next to me
trustfully.
     And Aunt Reba resumed her story.

				  THE END
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