Page 109 of A Soul to Steal

None of his dreams made sense. There was no context, no rhyme or reason for them. Other than physical pleasure, no emotions had shone through.

A detached, yet insanely perverted dream.

I dreamt of having... sex with the Duskwalker?His features twisted in distress, his heart racing with anxiety and need.Why?He had no attraction to Aleron.

Up until he’d fallen asleep, he sincerely wanted Aleron to leave him alone!

I can’t breathe.His chest felt so tight with tension, his breaths so raspy, he was moments from passing out. Would he be shoved back into those dreams?

No. He didn’t want that. The first set had been torturous enough.

I’m so horny.At least it was a new emotion in comparison to the hollowing emptiness he’d been feeling before he’d gone to sleep. He’d just rather not be in this state at all.

Heat continued to swell within, from around him, enveloping him and taking away the cold that had befallen him when he’d laid down his head. The winter chill had caused him to shiver, but he knew he’d eventually passed out.

He snuggled further into the soothing warmth, huffing in a strange scent that felt too comforting. It reminded him of home, of laughter, and good, hard work.

Grinding into his hand again, wishing his erection would fade, he noticed another heartbeat resonating around him.So big. So loud.His eyelids almost shut so he could focus on it, and let it ease his own frantic one.

Something soft, fluffy, and fibrous tickled his nose.

Gideon’s eyes flashed open and then grew wide.

He looked up and around, noticing only darkness. Until a gap of light finally caught his attention – daylight.

I’m inside something.That’s when he noticed the set of large arms crossing behind his back. The thing in front of him was a chest that constantly, yet evenly, expanded and decompressed on large breaths.

Horror widened his eyes further, and Gideon struggled. He pushed and shoved with all his might, his breaths growing more constricting. A foreboding shiver ran down his limbs.

Wings parted like a curtain, allowing him freedom. He rushed for air untainted by the tantalising scent of Aleron.

“Fuck!” Gideon shouted, falling to the cold, hard dirt on his hands and knees. “Don’t do that! Don’t put me in your wings.”

“Gideon?” Aleron’s voice was higher pitched than normal. He sounded stressed, wary, and unsure.

He didn’t need nor want this Duskwalker to be concerned for his wellbeing. His trembling arms gave out.

“I thought I was going to suffocate,” Gideon rasped, bowing his sweat-slicked forehead until it rested upon his crossed forearms. Still kneeling, he heaved against the ground.

“You find my wings... suffocating?” Aleron asked quietly.

“Of course, I do! I was killed by a winged Demon!”

That was true, but not the reason for his panic.

Werethey suffocating? Gideon wasn’t sure.

Had he not woken up hard, he may have been alright with them surrounding him. With his own internal desirous body temperature warming him, his dreams confusing him, and just his life whirling out of control, he couldn’t stand the closeness right then. The scent, heartbeat, and softness... it was too much.

Aleron’s whimpered response was unmistakable.

Shit. Stop making that sound!He didn’t know why, but it gouged at his damn chest.

A soft gust of wind rustled the leaves of the surrounding forest, and the iciness of it against his skin felt like needles. The longer Gideon dwelled on his current situation, the worse his mind rotted.

The trees were closing in around him like walls, threatening to spring to life and strangle him in their twisted, gnarly roots.

I feel trapped,Gideon cried to himself. His hands curled into tight fists.I feel so trapped...By Aleron, his life, where he was in the world.

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