Page 50 of Becoming Monsterous

Morpheus chuckles. "Impatient girl."

Then he presses his mouth to mine, gives me a deep and hungry kiss, and draws me into the world of dreaming.

I feel the room shimmer around me and disappear. The darkness with a single light is replaced by a blue sky that stretches overhead. The empty room with open nature.

I gasp up at Morpheus, who puts his mouth against my neck and sucks gingerly. "Where are we?"

"In my world now," he tells me, pressing his hips down until I can feel his erection rest against my thigh, separated only by the damned fabric of his remaining clothes. "This is what I've wanted to show you from the beginning: the world of dreams.Ourworld of dreams."

Morpheus draws me to my feet, naked and open, and shows me everything.

In our dream world, which is a beautiful innocent garden, there's just the two of us. We're both completely and totally human, open and vulnerable, yet incapable of feeling thirst, hunger, or pain. My hair hangs down my back, free and dark, and his eyes are a light blue with a human pupil.

I put my hand against his dark cheek and marvel at the sight of him looking over at me. "Is this what you want? To be human."

"It's what I am inside. No more posturing, no more defensiveness. Just a man and the woman he loves."

He kisses me delicately and pushes me up against a soft poplar tree. I open my naked thighs to his touch, grabbing onto his shoulders for purchase as he puts his hand between my legs.

Circling his fingers around my clit, he draws arousal out of me slowly. My cheeks flush, and he kisses my freckles. Digging my fingers into his shoulders, I rock against his grip, seeking flares of pleasure that come when his touch is just right.

Slowly, after opening me up and drawing me to the brink of arousal, he goes further. He slips his fingers inside me and curves them towards the front of my body, even as he keeps that slow, methodical circular stroke of his thumb on my clit.

Gasping, I arch my back and come against his fingers. The orgasm is long and slow, waves rocking over me. Morpheus keeps his fingers inside me, and our eyes meet.

There's no need for words. I already know they'll come. For now, it's nice to simply press my mouth against his and slowly, delicately, kiss him over and over again.

Morpheus kisses me back, teasing and slow, pulling his fingers out and making me shudder with more teasing of my clit.

Then he pulls off his pants so that he's fully naked, just like me. His cock is hard and slick with precum.

I stare into his eyes and admit, "I miss the way they normally look."

"Then I'll change them back." He blinks, and his irises shift to the near-black they take on when he's aroused, complete with an even darker pupil. "Is that what you want?"

"That's who I love," I tell him, tracing lines in his cheeks. "I loveyou,Morpheus."

He clears his throat, blinking rapidly. "And I love you, my wonderful, strong, ridiculous Ellie."

I reach out to grasp his cock, enjoying the hardness and weight of it in my fingers. Morpheus groans, leaning his forehead down to rest against mine as I stroke him. I lick my lips and twist my grip, enjoying the noises he makes as he spills precum onto my fingers.

Then he decides he's had enough of teasing.

Drawing me down onto a thick bed of wildflowers, he presses his body between my thighs so that I make room for him. Pulling my legs back, I stare up into his face and gasp as he presses the aroused head of his erection against me teasingly.

Slowly, methodically, he rocks his way inside me with careful strokes. I moan and twist beneath him, but he refuses to be rushed, no matter how much I whimper or how hard I press my heels against his wide, muscular back.

All the while he stares directly into my face, his eyes completely black, the world around us made of dreams.

Shuddering, he thrusts completely into me and pauses. His lips tremble, and he turns his head to bury his mouth against my neck.

He parts his lips and scrapes his teeth against my skin. I gasp, shivering beneath him, and urge him on.

Faster, with less control, he makes love to me, doing with his cock what he did with his fingers. He thrusts up and back, rocking and rolling so that I come undone, my clit rubbing up against his abdomen and his cock head pressing against me inside.

First he makes me come with our chests to each other, my heels pressed against his back. I pant and cry out, unable to do much except twist and clench in pleasure.

He isn't done. Shuddering to a stop inside me, he grabs the base of his cock and holds it tightly for a long moment. I lick my lips, watching his face twist as he denies himself pleasure.

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