Page 285 of Sigils & Spells

Easy for him to say.

I took in a breath and decided to let this dream unfold. At that moment of surrender, I could feel the thick, soft hair my fingers pushed into. I dared not open my eyes. If this was real and happening, I didn’t want to know.

It was so much better when I closed my eyes tighter. I remembered that I once dreamed I got kicked by a horse. I woke up to discover a shelf next to my bed broke and the snow globe slid off and fell on my chest. Left a bruise. Didn’t break the globe, though.

This was like that, in a way. Only. Very different since that mouth was right next to mine and said, “Open for me.”

Like an idiot, I did. I opened my mouth and then felt soft but firm lips capture my lower one. I was buzzing electric from the contact.

“Let me out.” I felt those words against my lips. I opened them wider and was anticipating sensation but not like a rollercoaster was climbing up my chest before whatever it was, rushed out of my lungs, up the back of my throat, along the length of my tongue, and in a whoosh air slid out of my mouth.

I blinked. I was awake now. No denying that. Hovering above me were a set of red eyes. “Um.”

“Don’t.” A finger pressed to my lips. “Not yet. Not like this. Just…relax again, dream.”

“When?” I asked the stupidest question in the world. What the hell was happening? I knew I could sense and feel energy, communicate with it, but manifest it into a…something? Not exactly what I had done before.

“Soon.” He laughed. “You don’t want to see me like this. Trust me. Just…relax and enjoy the moment. This…dream you are having.”

“Right. Dream.” I gulped. Okay, maybe I was just dreaming after all. I tried to relax again, close my eyes, and surrender to the energy.

The lips near my ear whispered, “I’m just so glad you’re here.”

“You are?” I asked, and opened my eyes again.

“Yes.” I watched as those deep red eyes moved closer to me, hovering. Then I felt lips against mine and I…kissed him back because…well he was a really good fucking kisser and…you know? What else was I going to do? Scream? Fight?

“Maybe another night.” He smiled against my lips. His eyes moved lower and mine closed because that mouth was on my breast again, then fingers on my other breast began teasing, until I could feel my hips rolling up of their own volition, trying to find some friction.

The hand slid down and the lips, tongue, followed until my shorts and underwear were both being pulled down my legs. “I…I…I’m not on birth control.”

He snickered and said, “You don’t need it.” I felt the air move around the juncture of my thighs in a slight breeze, and then a deeper version of that same voice said, “You’re a virgin.”

“Technically speaking.” It really wasn’t something I was proud of. I had tried three times to remedy that situation and all three ended before he could get there. I sure knew how to pick ‘em. After the third try, we broke up, and I gave up. “Is that a problem?”

Seriously? I can’t even get past third base with whatever demon I conjured out of my pizza guts? How much more dysfunctional could I get?

Only, I realized an instant later, that wasn’t the problem. Those eyes intensified, glowed brighter. I sort of thought I was looking at traffic lights. Started to wonder if I ever even made it to this town. Was I in a coma somewhere trying to live out my dream of a job, a home, a— “Oh fuck.”

I hadn’t realized how wide it spread my legs until that tongue slid from tailbone to clit and my thighs jerked. I wasn’t a hundred percent sure what kind of tongue this guy had, but it was not a normal one. It reminded me of thatSpidermanvillainVenom’stongue. Long, thick, lashing out and covering a considerable amount of real estate in one swipe. I started to reach, but felt my wrists being gripped by hands. One on each side and they pulled, extending them out. It felt like the bed was dipping, moving, or maybe that was the Earth as the creature between my thighs devoured me, torturously, without bringing me to orgasm.

Hands at wrists, then hands at my knees, holding me open, feeling my legs jerk and tremble. Once that red-eyed thing no longer had to shoulder the burden of my unruly thighs, the tongue of torture slid slow, easy, tickled past the tight bud of my anus, then up where it licked against the opening once, twice. Then it thrust into me as my hands, the ones that had been pulled to either side, were brought against thighs.

Three. There were three of them? I tried to look, but couldn’t bring myself to open my eyes. Not when I was being tongue fucked by someone or something and it was…so good. So much better than I ever thought any of this would be.

I wanted him, it, whatever. As the hands let go of my wrists, they slid down my arms until those fingers touched my breasts. One had a thick, rough, callused touch. The other, soft, smooth, delicate even. Both were male. I knew that because I was feeling along different bodies searching for genitals and discovered two, one in each of my hands. I gripped, and they made sounds. Their moans, my gasps and groans as I tried to push against that tongue, get more of it into me, grind it against my swollen clit for relief, only made me more manic, desperate. I had abandoned all resistance at this point.

Reality was entirely overrated. I wanted this fantasy. Whatever it was.

“Make me cum.” I breathed, and the tongue slid deeper, seemed to swell, curled up inside of me and hit that spot only sexy books seemed to know about. I was straining against their hold at my knees. Trying to do so many things at once. I released their cocks and reached for the head between my thighs. I gripped it. The hands let go of my knees.

As if a demon of my own possessed me, I pulled, pushed, fucked my hips upward until I was feeling the burn in my glutes. “Please.”

I felt a finger slide along my forehead, my hair, and a new voice said, “Give yourself to us.”

What the fuck did I have left to give? I heard a chuckle and a bit of a southern drawl, maybe, as the other said, “Awe, shucks, honey. You know what we need.”

“What?” I fell back. My hands let go of the head I was holding onto, but not before I patted around to see if there were any horns. That got a decent chuckle from all of them since the monster between my thighs had removed his tongue of torture and stroked the inside of my thigh leisurely. “I don’t have anything. I have this house, three quarters of a pizza, and five cans of coke.”

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