Page 21 of Dormeo
In her dreams, Rose reaches for me, pleading with me to give her what she needs.
Then it hits me. She doesn’t know how to dream about her orgasm, because she’s never had one, or not with a man, anyway.
My little Rose is begging me to play with her, to show her how.
I may not be a gentleman, but I can do one thing for her. I can show her how she deserves to be taken and just how good it can be, so she’ll expect more than human men will typically cough up for their partners.
With a wicked smile, I focus all of my attention on seizing complete control of her dream, making sure that she can see it’s now me, a demon, settled between her thighs, ready to make all of her deepest, darkest desires become a reality, in her mind, at least.
This is no longer a fantasy she’s using to fuel her arousal, but the real thing.
“What do you want, Rose?” I ask, letting my hand run up her thigh before gently pushing her legs apart, revealing her perfect pussy and glistening bud to me in the glowing light of her imaginary fire.
“I... I don't know.”
With a victorious smile, I use my thumbs to open her up to me, lazily dragging a fingertip through her swollen entrance and relishing how she wriggles beneath me. As I lean closer and lick her clit, my little Rose gasps, and I know for certain this is a pleasure she has never known before.
"What are you doing?" she gasps, trying to scramble away from me, but my fingers clamp down around her ankle and hold her in place while I devour her, my tongue stroking her sensitive clit as I swirl a finger around the entrance to her tight channel. "That's... that's... oh my god."
My dark chuckle vibrates through her, and she cries out at the overwhelming sensations bombarding her. Using my tail to wrap around her waist and keep her from moving, I doublemy efforts, determined to have every nerve in her body singing before I let pleasure overtake her.
"God? I’m definitely not that, my little Rose. But I can still take you to heaven."
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ROSE
Somehow, I’m aware that I’m dreaming, but I don’t care one bit. I just don’t want it to end. At least, not before…
“Ooooh.” I barely recognise the sultry moan that escapes me as dream Ash pushes my thighs even wider, using his broad frame to keep them apart.
His dark skin adds to his intoxicatingly dominant aura. As his hands stroke up my thighs, skimming over the thin material of my nightdress, I tense.
Nobody has ever touched me this way before. I’m nervous but excited to know where his scorching touch will travel next.
“So soft,” he murmurs, his deep voice vibrating through me as he eases closer.
My legs lift to wrap around his waist of their own accord, and he growls in approval when he realises I’m not wearing any underwear.
Never, ever, would I be this wanton, this forward, in my real life. But here, in my dreams, I can do what I want, demand what I want, and let him take what he wants.
Something hard presses against my exposed core, and I whimper, imagining the long, hard length that hides behind his black leather trousers.
“Do you feel that, Rose? That’s for you, because you’re the sexiest little thing I’ve ever seen.”
When he slides the thin strap from my shoulder, and the red silk falls, I feel like I’m about to combust. His huge hand palms my breast, massaging, his thumb grazing over my stiff nipple, and I close my eyes to soak up the sensations.
If this were really happening, I’d think his words were a line, a carefully scripted mechanism to get women to open their legs for him, but here, in my fantasies, I don’t care. Because I want to experience it all, the pleasure, and the pure, unadulterated lust that he radiates, all focussing on me.
“Have you felt a man before? Seen one?” he asks, continuing to lavish attention on my breasts, his big head dipping down to suck one nipple between his dusky lips.
Shaking my head, I wait for him to pull away, put off by my inexperience. Human men might love an untouched virgin, but I have a feeling that here in hell, being able to deliver a good time is probably more important.
Easing back onto his knees, taking his heat with him, Ash’s fingers deftly work the catches on his trousers, releasing his swollen cock. It’s huge. Bigger than I’ve imagined, and surely too thick to fit inside me. Long and dark, with a bead of white fluid clinging to the top, I stare, transfixed.
Ash takes my hand, and I gulp, not sure what I’m supposed to do, when he guides my fingers to his hard shaft.
Curling my fingers around it, he groans in pleasure when I stroke up and down with a firm grip, his hand encouraging my movements until they’re sure and steady.
