Page 112 of Snatched By the Sandman

When he finishes, Morpheus steps back to admire his work while Nyxion stands. Adorned in his shadows with the moonlight and glow of the frost flowers, I’ve transformed into a vision. I bask in their gazes, how their breath has seemed to disappear. The way they look at me…it’s like worship.

The moment Morpheus nods, Nyxion shatters the spinal cord, and the God of Dreams vanishes his shadows. I’m falling again, but Morpheus catches me, kissing me as I cry out from the delicate, lightning that tingles the skin where we touch.

Brushing my hair from my face, Morpheus searches my eyes and says, “No matter where you are, you will always be under my shadow.”

A deep sigh leaves my throat. I lift my right arm, breath catching at his shadow marks. “They’re so beautiful,” I whisper.

Something in him snaps.

He falls on me, cushioning the blow from the frost with his wings. Some cut through his feathers, piercing deep and bleeding the flesh and muscle. I feel the warm viscous fluid wetting on my back.

He sinks his cock into me. Sobbing from his length, I grip the sides of his body as he slides, inch by inch into my core, hot and soaked. Once he is seated to the hilt, he lowers his lips to mine and murmurs, “Come.”

I shatter. Screaming his name.

And he fucks me into sweet oblivion.

Chapter 42

She must lose her footing for me and root for me.

NYXION

“Pain” by Three Days Grace

He fucks her hard and fast.

For sweet dreams are fleeting and feel like a moment in time. One that makes you long for more.

I find a morbid fascination and hunger as I observe my brother’s cock pistoning into her flush sex. Especially with the blood from his wings transferring onto her porcelain skin. Everything about his time is flawless, a perfect dream.

“Now I lay you down to sleep, pray to me your soul to keep,” Morpheus purrs in her ear.

Zenya tips her head back and screams her fifth orgasm. I look forward to outdoing my brother with the amount.

He rubs his lips along the side of her neck. I will give her my teeth.

He pleasures her breasts with his kiss and skilled tongue, ever circling and suckling, leaving the inevitable biting to me. The bone of my cock hardens, painful after all the time I’ve waited for her.

Capturing her distended clit in his fingers, Morpheus hammers into her, and the second she writhes and cries her voice dry from her pleasure, he snaps and shoots his shadow cum into her.

I give him a breath, a heartbeat, to savor the moment, letting her muscles milk him as she gasps, and he pants into her neck, kissing her there.

Once he ejects, it takes all of a second for me to gather her into my arms and shadow travel to the Spirit Woods of my realm. The trees of bone, skin, and teeth.

Morpheus follows on my heels. I will permit the God of Dreams here as he welcomed me into his world. It will make her longing for a dream within the nightmare all the sweeter.

I take a moment to memorize the image of Zenya Alice Morpheonyx in all her nude glory. It’s my turn to mark her. But there is so much more I have in store for her tonight.

“Zenya…” I tower over her, pressing my lips into a smile at the shift. Squared shoulders, chin held high, eyes like jewels on fire. There is my little killer. How she longs to battle me until I conquer her as only the God of Nightmares can. With me, her desires run deeper than Morpheus. As deep as the Abyss.

Like that first night together, she must surrender to my commands—find the inner meaning in them.

First, I cage her throat with my bony hand, coiling my phalanges around her. But I retain my God face. She lurches, and I don’t give her what she desires. She must earn it.

With my other skeletal fingers, I roam my hands along the left side of her body, testing her breasts, rubbing her nipple asher breath heaves and cleaves before skimming her sternum and belly, her round hip, across her pelvis, and lower.

“What are you doing?” she whispers as I pause at her nether curls.

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