The smile he gave her this time was dark and promising. A surge of heat between her legs responded to his pledge and he dragged in a deep inhalation of her scent.
“In that case, I don’t care where we go.”
“Close your eyes.”
He sent a trace of shadow over her eyelids to tease them closed. With a rush of power, he drew her below consciousness and laid her down on a raised mound of the softest pincushion moss, its velvety texture conducive to the pleasure he wished to bring her.
She laced her fingers into his and played a lazy dance with their hands. Her bottom lip slipped under her teeth and she lay back, pulling him down to drape over her. He traced the lines of her face, trailing down her slight neck and farther, over the rise of her breast and the bow of her waist, then back up to her jaw. The fierce impulses that ruled his lust-filled mind paused at the faint touch, something softer stirring inside him. Something about these subdued motions felt more permanent.
Addison slipped the thin straps of the traditional elven nightgown from her shoulders, slipped her arms free, and glided the fabric over her taut nipples. She must have discerned his obsession with her lusciously ample chest—not that he’d tried to hide it—and she used that information to taunt his control. She took his hand and placed it on her plump breast. He teased her nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, watching in rapt fascination as it grew longer and tighter under his succor. She moaned in encouragement and he bowed his head to lick her other nipple, sucking it into his mouth until his fangs caressed the skin surrounding her burgundy areola.
The sounds she made punctured his control, but even if he still wanted to say no, Addison didn’t seem to care. She raised one knee and splayed out the other, her eyes on him as she dipped her hand into the slickness of her dripping cunt.
Desire clouded his focus and his dark instincts wrestled for control. He wanted to pull her over the precipice of release and steal every drop of the liquid from her leaking cunt. Wanted to feel her juices drip down his chin as he drowned himself in them, wanted to fill every tight hole in his little dreamer until she bulged and burst beneath him. In the bedroom, he sent tendrils of shadow over her sleeping body, teasing her with light touches and pinches. His cool touch made her hips buck, which in turn made him rock his own, driving his desire through her valley.
She kept her eyes trained on his as she tested his reserve. Her lips formed the perfectOand he reached his fingers to her mouth. She sucked them seductively, sending another wave of rebellion through his fraught control. He hooked his fingers in her mouth and leaned down to lick the inside of her lips, exploring the inside of her cheeks with his tongue. Retreating, he tilted his head to the side and used his most covetous expression to tell her exactly where he wanted to be.
Her brows rose as her gaze intensified, and she nodded eagerly, sucking his fingers back into her mouth.
Straddling her in the waking world and in the dream, he slid his cock between her breasts. She held them together and watched the enjoyment plain on his face. Even in his half-mortal body that didn’t truly have flesh, it felt exquisite to ride her chest the way he’d imagined a thousand times. This was the closest he could recall to feelingalivein all his memory. He placed his hands on either side of her head and slowly glided his cock up her valley and over her eager tongue.
The shadows obeyed his call and he sent them over her legs. He splayed her thighs wide and slid open her damp folds to reveal the hidden nub that held her pleasure. He wanted her to feel the way he felt, to show her how grateful he was for her willingness to act out his deepest desires.
She moaned against his cock and he seized the opportunity. He rose on his knees and slid into her mouth, her perfect lips straining to encase him. Meanwhile, he sent his shadows in search of her openings. Without entering yet, he teased them both by coating her with her own slickness, from her swollen, needy clit to her puckered ass. As gentle as he could muster, he repeatedly slammed his cock to the back of her mouth, relishing the sound of her gags until being so near to the heat of her tight holes while his cock was in her mouth became too much.
Oh, goddess!Her petite human cunt was so small, so tight his shadows strained to fit!
The ridges of her slippery walls squeezed his shadows, almost causing him to lose grip on his power. Her cunt leaked around his shadow tendril and he had to pause to regain composure. Addison met his struggling gaze and the side of her mouth curved upward around his throbbing length. She raised her neck and he quickly reached to steady her. She kept her eyes intent upon his as she suctioned her mouth around the bulb of his head, her cheeks concaved as she sucked hard, determined, unflinching, soft hands pumping and caressing his shaft.
Absently, he remembered to imbibe the nightmares that pushed the boundaries of her sleeping mind, attempting to creep in unnoticed by his protective shield. The bedroom was filled with the aromatic scent of her desire. It invigorated him more than when he ate her dreams, which surprised and thrilled him.
The small piece of his cognizance holding him back from crushing her became a fragile shell threatening to burst, but he could not stop now that he’d allowed himself this far.
Chapter 15
Addison
Addison had never been so turned on by giving a blow job in her life. The fact that he was clearly captivated by anything involving her chest and her mouth made it all the sexier to watch him extract exactly what he needed from her. His fetish could be watching her smash cupcakes on her face or something she found equally confusing and she would still be turned on just to know he was taking what he desired from her body, using her. It felt good, so good, to know she was finally giving him the same happiness he’d given her.
He retreated from her mouth and shifted lower. He took hold of her knees and slipped them over his thighs, then guided her over him until she sat above his lap with his lengthy cock between them and her slickness rubbing against the bottom of his shaft. He ravished her neck, collarbone, and breasts with his fangs and his tongue. She took the opportunity to stroke the ridges of his horns, which sent a tremble through his shoulders.
She giggled, pleased to have found a new erogenous spot on his body.
“Does that feel good?”
His lips curled in a silent growl. He bit down on a meaty bite of her breast in answer. She gasped in surprise and kept teasing his horns, then reached down with one hand to stroke him, pressing the wide tip of his cock between her breasts until it sank into their rift. For the second time since meeting him, she felt immensely grateful for her large breasts, which had been a source of insecurity ever since they’d played a major role in an instance of her past when she’d matured faster than other girls her age. This man—demon—was enthralled by her chest, and whether the size of her breasts was a source of his obsession or not,it certainly aided her in her quest to send him over the edge.
She stroked from his base, which was a few fingers’ length below her belly button, to just under his tip where it disappeared in her cleavage, and moaned against his mouth. She drove her hips over him repeatedly, rocking against his solid sack and coating his fist-sized balls with her juices.
“More,” she moaned.
She could feel him in her bedroom. She felt the pressure of him riding her chest the same way he’d done in her dream moments ago, and it turned her on to know he was still fucking her breasts the way he liked. It thrilled her that he was getting off in so many more ways than she could imagine. What must that be like, to be pleasured in two realms at once? The thought made her clit pulse with need, begging for his touch.
She wasn’t sure how to fit them together, but she was getting desperate to feel his cock deep inside of her guts. She rose onto her knees and took hold of his thick length, deciding she would wait no longer, but before she could work out the schematics, he gruffly laid her back down onto the velvety-soft bed of moss.
He lined up his cock with her entrance and pressed forward agonizingly slow. It didn’t hurt to be stretched by him, but she figured that was thanks to this being a dream and not reality. In reality, she knew it would be painful to receive a cock of his length and girth. Instead, it felt like a steady pressure as he slid inside of her, pausing every few moments to stay in control.
She tried to move against him, to let him know it was okay, that she wanted his huge cock to fill every crevice inside her; but her body became rigid. In the bedroom, she could feel the cold weight of his shadows restraining her, and even in the dream she was unable to fight against his strong hold. Struggling against him only strengthened his bonds and all she could do was whimper her disapproval.
