Page 116 of Snatched By the Sandman

And our souls.

All at once, I close my eyes and find myself in a transcendent bond. Billions of smithereens of black diamond darkness surround us. The echoes of nightmares throughout the ages. The sounds of screams, wails, moans, of voices rendered silent, others choking from whatever plagues them. Sounds he lives with every day.

One more thrust, and the sounds dim to a distant hum. And Nyxion purrs in my ear, “You quiet my demons, little killer.

“Morpheus is your freedom. I am your prison,” he snarls, raising the hairs at the back of my neck, uttering the words into the very fabric of my soul. “The cage you will always return to when you wish to explore your darkness, knowing I will always be there, guarding you, possessing you, and claiming you for my own. You will rest in me, trust in me. And I will awaken and dream forever through you.”

Something snaps inside him, and he unleashes himself, taking me inside our soul tether, stronger and more intense than ever. He is every dark dream I cannot escape. I run in place. Or I’m buried in the earth—or bound with skin ropes and bone cages. No matter what, he is always there…inside me. And I’m inside him.

When he reaches down to stroke my clit, working it back and forth, all my inner muscles tighten.

He crushes my mouth and batters me, ramming into me deep and shooting his cum into me. I go over the edge, falling off the highest cliff and into his deep and dark swirling vortex of an orgasm—so long, I wonder if it will go on for eternity and suck me into unending pleasure.

But a fresh breeze on my face and the scent of lavender and warm amber fills my senses, returning me to our world of dreams and nightmares.

Within seconds, I feel another cock, silky and ridged with cold piercings and slick with oil slowly and strongly pushing into my anus. I bite down hard on Nyxion’s neck as his brother takes me from behind until both Gods are seated inside me.

Morpheus is longer, spearing so deep in my ass, he’s rearranging my internal organs. But he’s slow and seductive. Nyxion is thicker, massive, and far more brutal.

One great thing they share is their control, their commitment to my pleasure. And the symphony of our triune souls.

My body screams, one half protesting, wanting to eject them, but the other half wants them to punish me, fuck me harder. A burning ache smolders through me as they begin to thrust. Both men growl their approval as I moan through the pain but find their rhythm, moving with them and seeking the bliss I know will come.

Morpheus’s slabbed chest rubs against my spine as they take me harder, fucking me, their hands wandering, never overlapping. If Nyxion clutches my breast, Morpheus swipes at my clit.

I clamp down, unraveling into a new orgasm like a lightning storm sizzling all my nerve endings.

“Fuck, you feel that?” Morpheus groans deeply, nipping my earlobe.

“I feel everything,” retorts Nyxion, mirroring my thoughts, my feelings. They’re all around me and inside me, overpowering me, overthrowing me.

Some part of me registers when Nyxion commands his brother to put my legs on his broad shoulders. I gasp when I’m in position, and the God of Nightmares transforms his face into his lich skull.

“We’re going to rail her now,”—he declares, his eyes sucking me in—“and fuck her so hard, she’ll beg for us to stop.”

Morpheus chuckles deeply. “We won’t stop.”

“Mmm,” I groan from him shifting his hips, thrusting higher, leveraging his power against his brother’s.

They rail me. Pinned between them, I struggle and buck, but they have all the control. I rake my nails into Nyxion’s shoulders, awed by their godly masculinity and power. I’m at their every mercy.

“You love being punished, don’t you, little wonder?” Morpheus arrogantly coos in my ear.

Damn shadow devil.

“Love riding our huge cocks until you’re crying and coming for us, our Queen of Dreams.”

They pinch my nipples, then unite at my clit, rubbing and working the engorged nub until I’m climaxing again. Gasping and screeching through gritted teeth as they fuck me through it with their endless stamina.

Their cocks strike and pound me, driving into me again and again, but this time, they give me no rapture, no mercy. No matter how much I clench and reach down to swipe at my clit, no orgasm comes. But the pressure just keeps coming, so intense, it’s ready to devour me.

It’s inhuman. They are destroying me. Bit by bit, piece by piece, I’m coming apart and ready to erupt into something new.

“Come for us, our little killer wonder,” Nyxion commands, his eyes deepening on mine.

With Morpheus’s hands gripping my hips to bore into me deeper than ever, and Nyxion slamming into my pussy with abandon, they wreck me. The pressure explodes. I explode. the world shatters all around me, and I scream until the trees around me seem to weep.

When they jerk and ram me hardest, unleashing their release into me, another wave crashes, rocketing me into back-to-back climaxes that have me soaring so high, I can’t even remember the feeling of gravity.

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