Chapter One
Traum
“Look at you, wallowing there, begging for my cock. Why do you think you deserve that? Hmm?” Swinging a leg over the end of the bed she’d pulled into the dream, I climbed up, straddling the woman’s legs. They moved there, restless under her ornate floral coverlet. Unable to feel me, but her eyes, she saw everything. “I don’t think you deserve that, not yet.”
Deep in her dream, the human woman under me quivered, her hands and knees shifting as my words penetrated the thin veil between dream and reality. Sighing loudly, I crawled closer, watching as her eyes moved rapidly over my form.
Early in my life, I might’ve taken the time to ask her what she saw when she looked at me. But now, I don't care. I knew only that she saw whatever male that she was subconsciously begging for. I was merely the warm body, the voice that filled that role, thanks to the magic that throbbed in my veins turning me temporarily into the man of her dreams.
Literally.
I didn’t matter to her. Not really. My appearance was whatever my magic understood to make her most desperate. To drive her ever higher. To make my reward ever sweeter.
In the same way she didn’t matter to me. Her looks, her voice, even her tacky furnishings mattered little in the long run. Just her pleasure, the sweetness of her orgasm, the one that I would chase with my voice and words as I guided her higher and higher. Until there was nothing holding her back from the sharp edge of desire and pure unfiltered pleasure.
Then I would feed her.
My mouth watered around my fangs, the thought of all that pleasure flickering through me, around me, Hades below, made me hungry.
A rumbling growl fell from my chest, and while I saw the woman’s eyes slip open in surprise, she remained fully entranced in her dream with me. The dream magic already had a hold of her, but then, that’s what happens when an incubus finds you in your sleep.
She shifted again, bringing my attention back to her. It had onlytaken me a moment to locate that thought in her dreams, that desperate edge of what she was craving. She’d been an easy one to isolate. What the humans called kinks or preferences, I merely called outlines. Most humans were uncomplicated, seeking out a mystical partner who demanded their pleasure be priority while others were darker, stranger, more unexpected. If I accepted them, I would step into that role with vigor.
After all it was instinct to provide pleasure. Every incubus and succubus were born with that natural drive. But I knew it, felt it in my blood, that I was better than the others. More capable of pulling the pleasure from the living world to feed the Underworld. And I took that role, very, very seriously.
I leaned over, channeling the want and need that she was leaking everywhere back into her. “Tell me then, tell me why you deserve this cock?”
The woman squirmed, in her dreams she was tangling her hands in my arms, her nails biting in my flesh as she worked herself against me. A smile curled my mouth, and I hummed at her.
“Tell me, tell me why I should give you what you want so badly?”
Her throat worked. If she were mine, I would want to taste her there. To lick up the throbbing veins there, where she would shake beneath me. Her lips parted as my thoughts fed her growing need. “I’ll be good to you.”
I clucked my tongue at her, feeling the surge of power in our connection. This one liked my words. It was going to be too easy. “You’ll take my cock, then?”
She’s nodding against her pale pillowcase, her head jerking up and down. Hips rising and falling and still, I denied her. The longer I held out, the longer I waited to trigger the sweetness of oblivion the better it would be for me. The more power that I’d have when she did come.
I drew in the scent of the aroused woman, tasting the power that would be mine in mere moments. “I can see it in your eyes, smellit on your sweet cunt. Oh, you want it so badly. And you know what, I think you’re ready to earn this.”
My magic came rising to the surface, skimming over her sleeping form as my breath came short in my lungs. This was my favorite part.
The control.
The release.
Each moment of pleasure.
All mine.
“If you think you can’t take me, use your words. How do you want me? Do you want it hard and fast? Or do you want to drag this out so both of us are begging, screaming and pleading for the other to give in first?”
She moaned loudly and I laughed, the sound a dark rasp.
“I think they are equally enjoyable; you know. Both will get us exactly where we need to be. But what I really want to know is what this dripping cunt needs.”
I breathed her The push and pull of the power between us.
Living and demon.
