Page 15 of Monsters of Desire and Nightmares of Passion

When I open my eyes, gasping for air, I expect to see them. My heart beats like crazy, and I can barely breathe.

“It was only a dream, only a dream.” Powder jumps on my lap.

“I’m losing my mind.”

I take him in my arms and walk toward the bathroom, putting him on the floor before entering. As I turn on the water in the tub, I see his face again. This time, my monsters decided to play with me as bikers. I’m going mad.

I undress slowly and study my body in the full-length bathroom mirror. My nipples are sensitive to the touch, and there are scratches on the areolas.

“This can’t be. It was just a dream. Just a dream.”

I take another deep breath. It’s probably some rash from my bra. Then I dip my fingers between my legs and feel the heat radiating from my throbbing clit.

Draw

Ivy pulled away from the dream. Mrez stood there holding his cock in his hand. I read the sadness all over his face. He’s close to tears. He misses her so much. It breaks my heart into a million pieces.

“Hey, next time she’s going to remember us. We’ll play again. Whatever they did to her to make her forget us, we’ll find a way to get her back.”

Mrez wraps himself in my arms. We’re sensitive to the touch. Touch and passion are like nourishment to us. Mrez bites his lower lip and releases a soft cry.

“Are you hurting?”

I can read the pain in his eyes. He needs touch and affection. I pulled him close to me, and he nuzzles my neck. I sniff his hair. Mrez smells like purity and innocence. My heart breaks again. I love him in a way I can’t explain because we’re connected. Cupping Mrez’s face in my hands, I rub my lips on his. He tips his head back and allows me to claim his mouth.

He tastes like Ivy. I keep kissing him. My hands move along his back. I drop to my knees. His curved cock makes my mouth water. I want to make him feel better, give him back a spark of life. Just as I’m about to wrap my lips around his cock, Mrez touches my cheek so tenderly it makes my soul burn. And I do burn. I burn for Ivy, and for my young friend who misses her and needs her even more than I do.

“Let me take care of you, my boy,” I whisper to Mrez.

He tips his head back as I touch the tip of his cock with my tongue. He pulls a sharp breath through his fangs. Mrez is beautiful in all his forms and shapes, and I’m eager to make him feel special.

He moans softly as I take the pink head of his hard cock into my hungry mouth. I suck softly and taste his precum. I want to take him in deeper, but I stop myself. I want to savor this. Our moment of passion. I stop and lick his cock, starting from the root, sending shivers up and down his spine. Mrez moans softly. I wish he could speak to me. I swallow his cock and use my tongue and the power of my cheeks to suck him down as good as I could. Mrez moans again and moves his hips in the same rhythm as my movements. I feel him pumping. My own cock throbs.

Mrez pulls away and turns his perfect ass to me. He knows me, feels my pain and my desire, and wants to give me a few moments of release. My fingers guide my cock inside him. He’s tight and hot. I feel alive the moment his breath hitches. My hips move, my cock fills him, and his own fingers work on his rigid member. We never get a long time inside the dream world after Ivy wakes up, and both of us are in desperate need of release.

Mrez comes hard. I keep pumping, feeling my body dissolving into dark tendrils. My own release pushes us back into the small pocket we use inside the shadow dimension.

Mrez walks over to Khal and shares some of his energy with him. In all his darkness, Khal is good, so much better than I could ever be.

I sit there, watching her with each occasion I get. She’s going to remember us someday. She has to. Our survival and her safety depend on it.

3

Ivy

Powder jumps on the edge of the tub and hits my nose with his paw.

“Okay, okay, I’ll feed you. Again.” I lost track of time soaking in the warm water that was cold now. The cat’s selfish but having to take care of another living creature helps me tremendously. Powder keeps me alive.

That biker in my dream was Draw, the monster that keeps tormenting me. Why do I feel that way each time I see him? Why can’t I just tell him to fuck off and leave me alone? When I’m with them, my body dictates and my mind melts under the attraction I feel.

I enter my studio apartment. Light enters the room through the open drapes, the grey light of a November day that has the unique ability to accentuate shadows and attract my attention toward them.

“Powder, I’m tired. Let’s cuddle.”

I take my Kindle and cuddle in bed. I never liked white, simple bedding. My place is gypsy chick meets old English library. Most of my pieces of furniture are from a thrift shop or purchased on eBay. My old soft leather chair is from there. I found a piece of driftwood and screwed an old mirror on top to turn it into a coffee table. My pillowcases are colorful and soft. Each time I lay in bed, I feel as if I fell inside a rainbow.

The monsters usually appear in three. Today, only two came. Where was Khal?

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