Your husband insisted that your only child is too hot to be his kid. He thinks you cheated on him. So a paternity test is done. And horror of horrors, the kid somehow isn't his.
Your world is rocked. This isn't possible, you're as traditional as they come. You were born in a small town, you were wed in a small town, you have never had sex with any man except your husband. And only after you were married.
Except, well... you don't believe in the paranormal or the supernatural, but leading up to your wedding you would have these nightmares. You thought it best to put them out of your head, for the sake of your marriage. Chalk it up to wedding anxiety. But you would have these nightmares where you would be visited by a man, very powerful, very imposing. He didn't say much, but he wanted you physically. He knew you had another, and that's why he wanted you. He could've taken you whenever he wanted, but he wanted you on your wedding night. It had to be that night. So your husband couldn't have you. And like in most dreams, you didn't have that much control over what you did. You weren't yourself. But what really made these nightmares was, what if you did want this? You would wake in the morning, desperate to remind yourself that you love your husband. Not this nightmare man. Desperate to drive these thoughts out of your head.
Then came your wedding. Your nerves were shot. Cake and wine were enjoyed liberally by you. And in your malaise you swear you saw him in the congregation. The nightmare man. You're probably falling asleep. Sadly, you and your husband don't consummate the marriage that night. He tries. But you are just too sleepy. By which you meant, you are just too haunted. You both go to bed without sex. And then, the final nightmare. Your incubus takes you roughly. In the very bed your husband sleeps in. Anoints you and your husband in the fluids of your cruel liaison. Bury his face in it. Make an open mockery of your husband and your marriage. The sheets, they are sticky and soaked. And then you wake up. You and your husband are covered in... sweat? A lot of sweat. But somehow you feel more relieved than you have in months. It feels like the nightmares are over. To make up for the cold shoulder last night, you and your husband finally do it.
But that was just stress nightmares! You didn't have sex with any actual man EVER in your life, except your husband! Your family is falling apart. What do you do?
Your world is rocked. This isn't possible, you're as traditional as they come. You were born in a small town, you were wed in a small town, you have never had sex with any man except your husband. And only after you were married.
Except, well... you don't believe in the paranormal or the supernatural, but leading up to your wedding you would have these nightmares. You thought it best to put them out of your head, for the sake of your marriage. Chalk it up to wedding anxiety. But you would have these nightmares where you would be visited by a man, very powerful, very imposing. He didn't say much, but he wanted you physically. He knew you had another, and that's why he wanted you. He could've taken you whenever he wanted, but he wanted you on your wedding night. It had to be that night. So your husband couldn't have you. And like in most dreams, you didn't have that much control over what you did. You weren't yourself. But what really made these nightmares was, what if you did want this? You would wake in the morning, desperate to remind yourself that you love your husband. Not this nightmare man. Desperate to drive these thoughts out of your head.
Then came your wedding. Your nerves were shot. Cake and wine were enjoyed liberally by you. And in your malaise you swear you saw him in the congregation. The nightmare man. You're probably falling asleep. Sadly, you and your husband don't consummate the marriage that night. He tries. But you are just too sleepy. By which you meant, you are just too haunted. You both go to bed without sex. And then, the final nightmare. Your incubus takes you roughly. In the very bed your husband sleeps in. Anoints you and your husband in the fluids of your cruel liaison. Bury his face in it. Make an open mockery of your husband and your marriage. The sheets, they are sticky and soaked. And then you wake up. You and your husband are covered in... sweat? A lot of sweat. But somehow you feel more relieved than you have in months. It feels like the nightmares are over. To make up for the cold shoulder last night, you and your husband finally do it.
But that was just stress nightmares! You didn't have sex with any actual man EVER in your life, except your husband! Your family is falling apart. What do you do?
