Page 21 of Dreaming of Darkness

“If I got myself off while I sucked you down.”

“Fuck, Bailey, you are any male’s dream. You can do whatever you want, just please, don’t stop,” His claws moved into my hair again and this time I felt the desperation as he pumped his cock towards my mouth.

I held him off, one hand braced on his thigh, “To be clear, I’m not doing anything I am not loving. When you want to, you can make sure I don’t stop.” I leaned into his hand. It was permission, permission to grip me hard. To thrust himself into my mouth. To lose himself the way I had earlier. I was ready for it.

His grip changed, moving me back towards his cock. I held back just long enough to whisper, “Just don’t forget to pull out enough to paint me just the way you wanted.” And then he was fucking into me with smooth, bold strokes.

As soon as his rhythm stabilized, Traum’s eyes slowly closed, his throat working as he spoke, “That’s it, little mate. Reach down and touch yourself, let the lust take you over. Let yourself go for me, while I fill your throat.”

I moaned, my eyes nearly rolling back in my head as he pumped into me. My fingers trailed over my swollen clit, my hips jerking with every pass of my fingertips. I wasn’t someone who gave head lightly. But this was intoxicating. Feeling the male above me tremble and cry out with every move of my mouth. The now dripping head of his cock leaking down my tongue and making my veins sing with more of that sweet need.

I wanted more.

I wanted to taste more. My fingers moved faster over my clit, my other hand squeezing the base of him hard as I took him deep, over and over again. His claws scratched a little, but the words of praise pouring from his mouth soothed any possible sting.

“Fuck, you feel perfect. Are you going to swallow up my cum like a good girl? Are you going to let me spill my seed down this perfect throat?”

I’m nodding, my hand moving fast between my legs, half-terrified, half-thrilled at the power of the orgasm that was rising up around me. I wanted to taste him first, to feel him lose control. Then I would let go, just like he said.

I nodded, pressing him to the back of my throat, humming hard as I did. And as our eyes met, his eyes widened then slowly that long, winding tongue dropped from his mouth. And then his hips snapped forward, the first ropes of his cum hitting my throat. I swallowed hard, backing off of him so I could suck harder. Traum bucked again and again, that spicy, hot cum filling my mouth and overfilling as he continued to fuck my mouth.

My eyes watered, my senses went wild. And between my legs, my fingers pinched my clit hard. I came hard, moaning around his length as Traum’s claws suddenly pulled me off of his spasming length to let the spurts of cream-colored cum land on my throat and chest.

I writhed on the floor, feeling empty but sated as our panting breaths filled the air of the room. Traum looked down at me, his expression shaken.

“Little dream,” he said finally, claws retracted as he helped me to my feet. I wobbled but he held me close, his cock still half-hard between us. His fingers moved, a thumb smearing his cum around my throat for a moment before he began to spread the other remnants of his orgasm across my skin. Everywhere it touched, my skin tingled.

I sighed, my body sagging in quiet relaxation as he worked over me. And when he finally drew away, I opened my eyes again to see a smile on his mouth. “I am a claimed male.” He said softly.

I smiled back. “And I am a protected female.”

Traum’s smile changed, but only for a moment. The next he was pulling me close, scooping me up until he could set both of us in a chair by a massive fireplace.

I let my head fall under his chin, my body languid and warm against his chest.

Soon we would have to prove that we were a bonded pair and were no danger to this world. But tonight, we would be able to enjoy just being the two of us.

Chapter Six

Bailey

If this was what it took to keep Traum fed, then I would gladly be his - ahem - victim for the rest of my life. Last night, coming to the Underworld had not been planned or expected, but for the first time in my life I felt like I was awake, alive, and the center of my own story.

It was intoxicating. But not nearly so much as the feel of Traum’s hands on me. He hadn’t lied, every time we touched it set off a vibrant staccato of pulses all over my body. My heart would race, my thighs would shake, and I had all but given up on my panties. They were soaked any time I was around him.

I wanted to ask if that was normal, but something told me I wasn’t ready for the answer. That this reaction to him was something more than the usual incubus and human interaction. Maybe because when I woke up this morning, I was curled against him, his body completely still against mine, even as I felt that hot, thick cock at my spine. But he was watching me with such fascination that I nearly melted right there.

“Good morning,” I whispered, my voice a little rough. I looked around, his side of the bed was barely disturbed as if he hadn’t slept at all. “Did you sleep alright?”

His lips curled up, fangs flashing, “I have not slept yet.”

I sat upright, one arm holding the sheets against my skin as I twisted to face him. “What? Why not?”

“Our nights and days are very different from yours. I would usually be up all night,” he took a breath, “Feeding from others. I slept when I was full or when my tasks were complete.”

I stared at him, “Oh, okay. I guess–I thought–” I scrubbed at my face, “I thought maybe you had fed from me. Last night, when I…”

I was so flustered now, my skin had to be a bright shade of red. I looked at him pleadingly, hoping he understood. His hand, the dark red splash of color against my pale skin, found my arm and then slid higher. “You mean, when you dropped to your knees and swallowed my cum.” His hand was at my throat now, where it tightened and tipped my head back. “Is that what you’re talking about?”

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