Page 2 of Dreaming of Darkness

Giver and taker.

This is who I was.

“I need it, I-I think-I think I need it fast.”

I hummed, feeling more of the sexual tension between us feed my power.

“Such a brave girl telling me what you need,” I crooned at her, letting her release bubble up between us. “And do you know what brave girls get?”

She’s begging now, this nameless woman in the dark. Begging for me to end it. Power throbbed into my veins, my cock like iron in my trousers. Her arousal was a tangible element, dangling in the dream between us.

“Do you?” My voice a whisper.

“Do we get to come?”

I mentally stroked the power between us, soaking it in as this session drew to a close. My power, a dark shadow streaming from my fingers crawled over her, dancing across her flesh, eagerly absorbing every last bit of pleasure. She groaned, hips writhing on the sheets. “Yes, yes you do. Now, come for me; show me just how badly you want it.”

With a single twitch of my power, she’s coming. “Oh god, oh god it’s so good. Please, yes more.”

Smirking, I let my shadows dance a little longer as a reward for using her voice so well.

When she starts to settle again, her fists uncurling in the sheets, I call my shadows back. Freeing her from the dream state we were in. Her eyes were wild for a moment, but then a soft smile curled her mouth.

I wonder if she will remember this when she awakens. Or if she would remember me. And then quickly realize I’m outstaying my welcome. The edges of the dream have gone fuzzy, the darkness pushing me out.

It’s time to go home. My shadows curl with me, climbing and winding around my bare arms until they become part of my skin once again. The power that they’ve pulled, it makes me gasp, the delicious pressure building underneath my chest and eyes until I can practically feel the pleasure that she brought as well.

It is close as I’m going to get to feeling that kind of pleasure on my own. So, I will take it, every single last bit.

It’s time for me to go home, they’ll be waiting for me.

All it took was a simple thought to fall back into the Underworld. Long ago, when the incubus and succubus tribes were first offered solstice here in the Underworld, the dream kingbuilt pathways for us to come and go through dreams with ease. Always able to return to our new home in the Underworld. Where we would be safe.

Sitting up in my bed, I ran a hand through my hair, trying to fixit as I sort out what exactly my last night’s tally should be. Some nights I only serve one human, maybe two. Last night was wild. I ended up spending the entire night jumping from dream to dream.

And while it was extremely gratifying to pull all that power, it also means that I was still tired. While I’m in their dreams, my body was not really at rest, it’s sort of a holding space, an in between where Others like me can exist while our powers wait to do their work within the human’s dreams.

Through the cabin walls, I could hear my sister moving about and a deep rumble that was probably one of my brothers. Sighing I tried to isolate which brother was speaking.

If it was Zaldi, then it was safe to come out.

But if it was Albtraum, my twin and the eldest sibling by mere moments, then it might be better off hiding in here for a bit longer. Not that I don’t love all my siblings equally, but Albtraum has a distinctive interest in trying to parent me since our mother and father opted for The Great Sleep.

Most accurately, he wants me to help him train the others in the tribe. To improve our techniques, he claimed. But I’m no teacher. Not like my parents were. I was a dreamwalker, an incubus—a sex demon and very good at what I do. I liked what I did.

He needs to accept that. You’d think with his new mate and a youngling on the way he’d be less interested in me. But I was wrong.

Groaning, I stretched, staring around small room that I’ve slept in since I was a child. I find clothes and quickly take care of my teeth and other bodily needs before making my way out to the living space of our house.

I don’t get far before I find my siblings gathered together. All four of them. To my surprise, my grandmother was there, sitting serenely as ever, her rose-hued skin paler than the rest of us, atthe center of the room. My siblings are arranged around her, like rays of the sun from the living world. Each of them turned to look at me very slowly, their faces all wearing matching expressions of shock.

Anxiety bloomed deep in my belly, and I immediately snarl at them, my magic jumping to my aid. We do not gather like this. And we are never silent. Something had to have happened. Perhaps the wards around the Underworld have fallen. I could only picture chaos and bloodshed would inspire such a reaction. “What’s this? What’s going on?”

Albtraum and grandmother share an annoyingly long look before she finally nodded at the male, she’d chosen to take over the tribe in her wake.

“I’ve just come from Castel Fel,” he began, “I met with the Others on the council there. And they opted to allow-.”

My youngest, sister, Antheia, her delicate horns curling at her temples like my own, jumped in, cutting Albtraum off, “They are undoing the laws, Traum. Isn’t that exciting?”

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