Page 36 of Snatched By the Sandman

More tears come, but I can’t deny the intensity of the tickling sensation. How it torments and tantalizes with a demented erotica I can’t comprehend.

The corpse-like crows with broken wings rise next.

Then, the skulls and dead roses.

Then the bloody teeth and flaming swirls.

All my left tattoos come alive, spiral over my skin, enrapturing me. The spiders curl along my pebbled nipples.

Only the left. Because Nyxion does not command the dreams, the light. But I remember what he said.

Together, we will turn them into beautiful nightmares.

He fucks me harder. A violent force pounding into me. With every drive of his hips and every powerful beat of his wings, I arch, receiving him. Every nerve ending comes alive from the force of his godhood inside me.

Parts of his face fracture to expose the flesh and bone—the two sides of him fusing, coming together. The most horrific beauty I could imagine.

“Fuck, you feel magnificent. Weave for me, little killer.”

With the dark, demonic side of my body swarming all over me, I weave the right into being. There is my flying horse galloping across the field, crushing corpses beneath her mighty hooves. I gush, squeezing around him more as he fucks me, picking up his rhythm.

“Yes! Fuck, yes, more!” Nyxion commands, grinding his pelvis against my clit, moving the piercing, electrifying my senses. “Feels so amazing. Tastes so fucking good. Show me more. Look at you. Such a gorgeous girl dripping all over me. Look at you,”—he coils a hand of corpse flesh and bone around my throat to growl,— “and scream for me!”

When I look down, I scream and scream and scream, thrashing against him. Somehow, I break the vines and grip him, holding on for dear life.

The tattoos below my breasts. Oh, god—the rib cage inked there. It’s alive. My skin is gone, peeled back to display the prison of bones.

Nyxion rocks his hips. And I…grow red roses through the bones. Roses with thorns made of blood droplets.

“Gods, you’re mine! Mine forever, Zenya.” He palms my breast and thumbs my left nipple, rubbing the cold piercing and shooting an arrow of pleasure right for my clit.

“Nyxion!” I scream his name, gripping him harder, nails digging into his tunic until I rip it. All the little vertebrae etched on my spine come to life, vanishing my flesh and skin. My body curves more for him until my very skingrowsinto his. Becoming one flesh. Becoming him.

“So sweet, look how you’re taking me, gripping me so tight, strangling me with your sweet, mortal heat. So fucking mine!” He dives in and kisses me, stabbing his tongue into my mouth as he takes me inside himself. He lowers his mouth and suckles my nipples before pinching them.

He captures my mouth again, folding my lips back. Despite the flesh peeled back on one side, Nyxion does not taste of rot. If the dark side of the moon had a taste, it would be him. Like dark divinity.

Butterflies and moths claim my breasts, feathering their antennae across my erect buds.

The sensation is indescribable. Like feeling the Chaos that formed the world. I’m entering the black hole of his soul. He’s sucking me in. And all my light is going to fucking explode!

“Yes, my slave and my Queen.” He purrs against my mouth. “Explode for me. Burn for me. Become for me. Now!”

One great stab of his hips. He cuts my strings. Lets me fall—right into him. I explode in waves of back-to-back climaxes, screaming through our bond. Convulsing over and over.Euphoria thunders through me, pounding my heartbeat against the rib cage. It ricochets, trying to escape the bars, but it can’t.

In one still, silent moment, he touches my heart through the cage and holds me in his gaze even as I’m climaxing, shuddering in seismic tremors. Those powerful, omnipotent black diamonds send me spiraling into another profound orgasm that rises from my deepest recesses.

After the calm comes the storm. Wings fanning out to cast great and mighty shadows, the God of Nightmares throws his head back, roars, and unleashes himself—unleashes his nightmares into me. Slamming his mouth onto mine, he growls with such ferocity, it resonates in my fragile heart and echoes in my soul.

I drift into ecstasy, into oblivion. A million smithereens of divine, nightmarish energy.

“Look what you’ve done, my sweet and strange,” he breathes against my mouth.

When I open my eyes, I gasp.

It’s enchanting. Transcendent. There are no words for the forest of corpses I have grown. Skin, flesh, and bones fused into angelic white trees clad in luminescent, spun frost—silver-gilded.

I part my lips in awe. I did that?

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