Page 32 of Demon of Dreams

I loved the tang of his skin. Loved the thatch of dark hair that tickled my nose. Loved the heat rolling off his body.

I wanted to touch all of him. Wanted to kiss every inch of him. Wanted to explore all his secret places. I raised my other hand, sliding it underneath his shirt, but he just pushed it away.

“What did I tell you? I’ll let you know what I want.”

I pulled off, my heart pounding. “ButIwant it. I want you. All of you.”

The longer this trance went on, the bolder I got. The less I worried about thewhy’s andhow’s of what was happening, and the more I lost myself in my desires, in the freedom of what I could say here—and what I could do.

“Time enough for that later,” the lumberjack said. “Tonight, I want to see you enjoy yourself.”

I dropped my hand, bringing it to my cock hesitantly.

“That’s it. Let me see you stroke that cock.”

It was so sensitive, throbbing at the lightest brush of my fingers. I was close to the edge. I knew I couldn’t last long if I did what he asked, but he gave me a firm look, so I took myself in hand and began to stroke.

“Now both of us.” He tapped the tip of his cock on my cheek. “Eyes on me.”

I looked up, his cock filling my mouth, and locked eyes with him. It was intimate and intense and a huge rush. I pulled off after a moment, but only so I could lick his balls, doing my best to fit each in my mouth, lavishing them with my tongue, while still looking up.

He stroked a hand through my hair again. “Good boy. Such a good boy.”

And just like that, just like at the Balsam Inn, his words were too much for me. I came, whining in pleasure and dismay. I should have been able to last longer, should have held back. I closed my eyes in shame, and felt his cock push farther into my mouth as he groaned.

“Fuck yes.” He slid out, then thrust in again, and again, and again, until something pulsed, and I felt hot, sticky cum pour down my throat.

My cock was so sensitive, so over-stimulated, but I wanted to wring every last drop of pleasure from this moment. I didn’t stop touching myself until he grunted one last time and pulled out.

He ran his hand through my hair again, and suddenly he was shimmering. The whole room was shimmering, actually, and in the blink of an eye, the violet hue faded away. I was back in my bed, and the dean was back in his seat, watching me, like he’d never left.

“What was—were you—” I broke off, shaking my head. I felt dizzy. “Whatwasthat? Was that real?”

“Real enough. Which is to say, it was close enough to an incubus’s dreamstate to be what you needed.”

“But did you—were youtherefor that? Were you watching? How did it even work?”

“Cory, I have better things to do with my time than watch an eighteen-year-old have a sex dream. As for how it works, I couldn’t explain it to you in a way that would be meaningful without three years of magical study. The point is, it worked. Or at least, I’m assuming it did.”

He nodded in the direction of my waist in a way that somehow managed to be elegant. My cock was no longer tenting up through the blanket, and the inside of my underwear was sticky. I flushed, and he smiled, polite and restrained. I wondered if there was ever a situation in which hewasn’tpolite and restrained.

“Yes.” I shifted in bed, still feeling a little disoriented. “It worked.”

“Good.” Dean Mansur stood up so quickly, I barely saw him move. One moment he was seated, the next he was standing, and the chair was silently winging its way back behind the desk. “That should keep you safe for tonight. Tomorrow, your classes will start. I regret that you’ve missed the first semester, but it can’t be helped. You’ll simply have to catch up.”

“Wait a second,” I called as he moved towards the door. “Please, don’t go. I have so many questions.”

“A state of affairs that I hope will continue for many years. An inquisitive mind is a blessing, Cory.”

“No, I mean like—like regular stuff. Am I supposed to stay here tonight? Do I have a room? And where do I go tomorrow? How do I know what to do?”

“Ah.” His smile reappeared. “Thosequestions. Fair enough. Tonight, you’ll stay here. There’s a change of clothes for you in that cabinet.” He gestured at a large wooden armoire on the far wall. “Ash will come back to greet you in the morning. He’ll help you find your classes and get your bearings. Anything else is more than you need to know tonight.”

He put his hand on the door handle, then paused and looked over his shoulder. “Oh, and Cory?”

“Yeah?”

“I know tonight was a lot for you to take in, so I made allowances. But beginning tomorrow, you’ll address me as Sir or Dean Mansur. Understood?”

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