Page 46 of Snatched By the Sandman

His cock leaves my center. The dryad pauses in her licking. And I gasp, panic swirling through me as he spreads my cheeks and probes the head of his wet cock at my anus. Before I may struggle, Morpheus surges his shadows and binds my wrists with them, stretching my arms above my head.

“Has this sweet, pink hole been pillaged yet, my Zenya?”

Warm oil oozes into the hole before Morpheus plunges one finger to stretch the opening. The pressure of that thick finger alone overwhelms me.

“N-no. I’ve never been taken there,” I confess my one vice in all my travels. My stumbling block.

Leaning in, Morpheus buries his nose in my hair before whispering, “I will be your first.” He stabs a second finger inside, stretching me, and I clench more. “Relax your muscles, little wonder.”

“I can’t.”

“You will,” he growls. “Anything is possible in my Realm.”

Taking deep breaths with the Fae fingers skimming my throat, my breasts, my belly, I focus on softening my inner ass muscles. The moment I do, Morpheus removes his fingers and poises his crown at my hole.

My whole body trembles as he slides in. “Ohhhh! Fuckohfuckohfuck!” I wail through the stretching, the smoldering effect, and the indomitable pressure as the God of Dreams takes my ass, the first ever.

“Fuck, you feel like a dream!” Morpheus snarls.

“Oh, come now, Morpheus…” I moan as he slides in more…and vibrates, the unholy bastard. “You can do better than that,” I throw his words back at him with a grin, knowing I’m just digging myself a grave of orgasms that will likely send my soul escaping my body.

He chuckles, then yanks my hair harder, smiting right through my dark hole, his hips slamming against my ass. Hot stars explode into supernovas before my eyes. My insides convulse, and I scream through my orgasm, my lungs erupting. At the same time, the dryad stabs three fingers into my opening, pumping into my spasming inner flesh while swiping my clit with her rough tongue. It sends me over the edge again.

“Oh, for the love of all humanity!”

“Mmm…” he muses, tugging on my hair more, nostrils flaring to breathe me in. “I’ll settle for yours, little wonder. Now, how about this for better?”

Piercings! Cold piercings push through the skin of his cock to slide against the inside of my ass, adding a whole new layer of texture. And then…my heart ricochets in my chest because something long unravels inside me. No, somethings. They lick at my fucking internal organs, tickling every part of me.

“Hmm…like my shadow tongues, Zenya?”

“Oh. My. Fucking. God.”

“This god is just getting warmed up with fucking you.”

Hands on my breasts, fingers tweaking my pierced nipples, tongue circling my clit, and five fingers now fucking my center. My cheeks turn beet red from the squelching wet noise my pussy is making.

Then, Morpheus starts to move. The pressure, the piercings, the shadow tongues all conspire to shatter me into oblivion. But not until he chooses. His sheer size could rip me apart, but he slides in with such ease, partially due to the magical oil but mostly due to his skill.

I imagine the God of Dreams would be the best at any form of lovemaking. I recognize that is what this is. Total possession with incomprehensible fucking—but also lovemaking. The first time anyone has ever cared to go slow, to savor, to worship me.

Nyxion did, too. But it was so dark, so punishing, so nightmarish, nothing about the experience could ever be described as making love.

“Fuck, you’re unreal. No, so real, it’s inconceivable.” He picks up his pace, settling into a rhythm with tortured and beautiful sounds unleashing from his throat. Utterly masculine and godly. Grunts and growls and snarls of pleasure. He’s claiming me with each one.

I love his power over me. All throughout my twenty-nine years, no one has ever taken me this way. I’ve always been the leader, guiding and instructing others on what to do. I didn’t know how to just let go until Morpheus. And Nyxion.

Who else could rule me but these gods?

He begins to savage me, driving into me with harder, hammering strokes. Between the dryad now inserting her small fist and Morpheus setting me ablaze with wet heat filling my center like a burning liquid star, I’m ready to combust.

The Fae have moved to tongues on my nipples and firm suckles on the erect buds.

“You are mine, Zenya…” He stops, grinds to a torturous halt, and yanks my hair back so hard before crushing his mouth to mine. And with a deep, low growl in his throat, he commands against my lips, “Come.”

One more great thrust, and with the dryad pumping her fist and drawing circles on my engorged clit, I shatter into an orgasm, so great and powerful, it sends storms of hot pleasure through every pore, into my blood, beyond my muscle, and into my very cell matter. As he slams his release into me, spewing what feels like hot shadows, Morpheus shreds my insides and shakes me to my soul.

With his release, every single mirror around us shatters. Millions of smithereens clash into me but do not cut. His shadows swirl around me, blanketing me, protecting me.

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