Page 223 of Lost in the Dark

“You’re cock warming me right now, sweet pet,” he crooned with his own dose of malice, regaining the upper hand and grinning as her eyes bulged. He could feel her muscles twitch in the waking world, testing the veracity of his claim. Corviss groaned, giving her his most malevolent smile. “Mmm, do that again.”

She gasped when she realized he’d been able to feel it, that this was, in fact, only a lucid dream, and her body was actually pressed beneath his.

“That means you’ve been... to me...inme. Since the ritual.”

It was a good thing she had moved her sleeping mind back to her bed, for she may have fallen otherwise, Corviss thought ruefully. She swayed where she lay at the edge of the mattress, her lips moving and no sound coming out, her eyes casting about, turning swiftly to whip back her comforter and gaze at the sheet as if she expected something to be there.

“The true incubus would have been rougher with you,” he grumbled sullenly, quite annoyed at the way the evening had turned out. He should have pushed her into the deep the instant he entered the water, or better yet, he should have climbed off her body once his hunger was sated and he had feasted on her cunt, and flown home. His cock jerked, reminding him that it had not yet been satisfied, his balls still tight and hot.What happened to blow a load and clock out? This is what you get for being a sentimental simpleton.

“That was you earlier? Just before?”

She watched him, top teeth coming down on her full lower lip in a way that was quite appealing. He decided that the following night, he would paralyze her as soon as he perched, not bothering with her dreams. He would nudge his cock head against her lips until she was forced to open her mouth and would use her throat the way a real demon might.Blow a load and clock out.It would be better than having to hear her talk, he decided.

“You touched me,” she went on, “and you-you licked me.” Her eyes moved down his body, taking in his feathered neck and shoulders and wide wings and the way his feathers began over the tops of his thighs, moving down over knee and calf until they bent back in scaled corvid legs. “It doesn’t look like you finished,” she murmured in a shaky voice, biting her lip again at the sight of his engorged cock. “Were you planning on using that?”

He nodded, and his cock twitched again beneath her heavy gaze. She jumped when it did so, exhaling sharply, seeming like she was gathering herself for something.

“But you went down on me first.”

It wasn’t a question, so he didn’t feel the need to give an answer. Besides, Corviss thought, he didn’t especially want to admit that he had found a way to sate his hunger without threading through her nightmares.

He watched the girl take a deep breath, exhaling sharply again as she reached out to him. Just as she had deep in her dreamsea, her hand closed over his shaft, gripping him tightly. It was his turn to suck in a breath when she began to move, using his violet-tinged foreskin to stroke him from root to tip, gasping slightly as she moved up his ridged underside.

“What happens now?” she asked, tugging him gently by the base until he made a move forward. When the pad of her thumb found its way to his slit, she coated herself in the pre-come he leaked, using its viscous slipperiness to stroke down his shaft again.

“I will be back tomorrow night,” he gritted out. “And every night until my debt is repaid. Then I go back to my own duties.” He hissed when she led his cock head to the lips of her sex, rubbing over her clit several times before guiding him to her entrance.

“And what duties are those?”

“I am a nightmare. A sleep paralysis nightmare, to be specific.”

She nodded, biting her lip briefly before gripping his hips and pulling him forward. She was as tight and warm as she had been every other time. For a moment, as he rolled his hips into hers, feeling her gasp against him and her fingers tighten in his feathers, he could not immediately discern what was different. She was tight and warm, soft and sweet smelling, and her cunt still felt just as good around his cock as it had the first time he’d slid it into her, but this time... this time, she was an active participant. Corviss realized, for the very first time since he had begun flying into the realm of mortals to perch on their sleeping forms and suck up their fear, that he could not quite discern the difference between the dreamsea and the waking world.

“You’ll be back tomorrow,” she went on doggedly, “and-and you’re going to give me another nightmare? Like the plane crash?” She cried out as he lifted her legs, resting her ankles over his feathered shoulders, an exquisite angle to thrust upward into her.

“I am what I am,” he snapped, teeth gnashing, close to her throat. He wanted her in the center of the bed, further back where he could climb over her body, but it was impossible to push her into that position as they currently were. It was easier to lift her, he decided, scooping her up from the bed as she squeaked. His hips never ceased that movement, chasing his release with increasing fervor. His balls were tight, nearly cramping with the need to expel, and if he could put her in a position where he could rub her clit again, he may be able to force one final climax out of her for the night.

“Fine. You’ll be back, and you’ll probably give me another nightmare.”

He threw her down to the center of the bed, and the girl wheezed in shock, stretching her legs open wide for him as he settled between them, feeding his cock into her once more, resuming his rhythm. He was ready to explode, was going to fill her to the brim with his seed, and it was almost a waste that she was merely a human. He began to rub her clit in tight circles, fingers rolling over the swollen little pearl, and her breath hitched.

“But you’re going to lick my pussy again first, right?”

A choked laugh escaped him at her words, the first time he could ever remember laughing at work. She was audacious, but she had spent a good deal of money on her little ritual. It wasn’t a magic potion, but clearly, she still intended to get her money’s worth.

He continued to caw in laughter, groaning when she tightened around him, for he knew her words were true. He would feed on her again, would have his fill, substituting her desire for her fear, a revelation if there ever was one. The girl hardly seemed afraid of him, he realized, wondering when he’d become so predictable that even a human could see through his motivations.

She was right, he decided. He wanted to taste her cunt and feed on the ambrosia of her desire again... but he was a nightmare, after all, and her fear was equally delicious. Perhaps, he thought, closing his eyes as he emptied into her, he would do well to sample both.

Tara

The drip seemed to echo throughout the apartment.Drip, drip, drip.Tara tightened her grip on the sheet, wondering if it was just her imagination amplifying the noise, the reverberation underscoring how alone she was... or if the tunnel-like effect was a portent of worlds opening and shifting, sealing her in this apartment like a cell, at the mercy of the thing that came at night.

If it weren’t for the drops, you might hear it breathing.Thethought was discomfiting, and she squeezed her eyes shut against it, lest it suddenly became a reality.

The kitchen sink had leaked since the day she’d moved in, water pooling around the base of the neck every morning as she rinsed the previous night’s plate before placing it in the dishwasher. Fat droplets landed in the shallow stainless steel basin as she bustled around the kitchen, retrieving her lunch bag from the refrigerator and tightening the lid on her coffee before retrieving her keys from the little hook near the door. She’d never paid it enough mind to notify the super. It was only now, as the sound of droplets bursting against the basin seemed to rattle in her skull that she even realized how long she’d lived with the minor annoyance.

Call tomorrow.She’d call the super in the morning from her office, would leave a message and give permission for her apartment to be entered, have the sink repaired once and for all, remove the all-encompassing background track to her nights, and free her mind to rest easily.