Page 45 of Dreaming of Darkness

“So arrogant,” I responded, my hands falling to his thigh and the thin, soft trousers he wore. “Why is that so attractive?”

Traum hummed, then moved me over this hard length again, “I am arrogant because I have what everyone else wants.”

I snorted, but when his hand smoothed over my breasts, my pussy pulsed. “You exaggerate.”

“Sweet, beautiful mate, do you not understand how desirable you are? Mate or not, there are many here who would kill for a chance to touch you exactly as I am.”

I opened my mouth to protest, when one of Traum’s hands captured my jaw and turned me to face the crowd below us. “Look at them. They want you…they want what is mine.” His words were nothing but a growl at the end.

But still, I looked. There were several pairs of eyes on us. Somefamiliar from walking around the village; others, merely strangers. All shared the same, hungry gaze; all trained on me.

I assumed that I should feel guilt, or even shame, dry humping my incubus in the middle of a party. But instead, their eyes, it was….it was erotic. It made me want to move more. To tease them with the male underneath me. Heat crawled under my skin, lust making my throat tight as I, keeping my eyes on them, rolled my hips crudely back into Traum’s cock.

His ragged groan only made me burn higher, as did the pair below us, who moaned as well, setting back in their seats together. I could see it now, her hand was around him, his cock already out and hard in her grip. They were getting off on watching me and Traum.

I gasped, my body thrumming as Traum leaned in, “Fuck, Bailey, fuck. I can smell you. I can feel how much you like it, that needy pussy is going to be so slick when I touch it, isn’t it?”

Whimpering, I arched my back, hoping he would understand. Traum’s rumble of approval filled the air before his hand moved across my breasts, finding my nipples and strumming them with his clawed fingers.

“You’re fucking perfect,” Traum mumured, “And they see it. They know it.” His other hand was tugging the skirt of my dress higher and higher. And suddenly it wasn’t fast enough. My hands left his body, where I had been bracing myself, and started to move towards my dress’s hem.

Traum clucked, “Don’t rush me, little dream. We have all night.”

I grunted, uninterested in exhibiting any sign of patience. Traum laughed again, but the sound trailed off when I rolled my hips again. Traum’s hand on my breast tightened and I moaned. “Do you want to show them, little dream? Do you want to show them what is mine?”

His hands on my thigh tightened, waiting.

“Yes, oh God yes.” New kink apparently was unlocked, because Idesperately wanted them to see us. To see how badly I was wanted, how just how much I pleased him.

Traum’s ragged exhale made my skin tingle. And then his hands were moving, repositioning me as I moaned in his grip. My legs draped over his lap, his hand found the edge of my dress and drew it up, slowly spreading his knees as he moved.

My legs, of course, moved with him, until I knew that anyone below the hill, we were sat upon could see straight up my dress. My body clenched, my pussy throbbing as his fingers stole all the way up to where my panties stretched across my heat.

I moaned as his fingers ghosted over my slit. “I knew you’d be slick for me, little dream. But Bailey, fuck. You love this don’t you? You love knowing they are watching you?”

“Only with you,” I whimpered, “Now they know.”

“Know what,” Traum said, his mouth against my throat as his fingers caressed me against the soaked fabric.

“That you’re mine.”

His rumbling laugh only made me writhe under his hands. “Possessive little thing.”

“I wouldn’t have to be if you weren’t such a tease,” I answered, moving against those delicate touches, frustration lacing my mind as he continued to edge around where I wanted him most.

“Do you want something?”

I growled, “You know I do.”

“Then ask for it.”

“Traum, make me come. Please, I need to come.”

“With all of them watching?” Traum asked, his words slick with desire.

My body quivered, my orgasm approaching even without the touches I wanted. I looked down, watching the smattering of couples who had paired off. They were beautiful. Several were already fucking, the sounds of their vigorous mating making my body shake against Traum. And yes, he was right, several werestill watching us. Some mid-act.

My spine tightened, my pleasure spiking at the sight of them. I was a spectacle and I loved it.

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