Page 14 of Married to the Mahr
He flitted from one surface to the next as she searched for the box of extra towels. Her heart fluttered like the tips of his wings and she gave him a pointed look before returning to the shower.
The warm water tickled her skin as it gained pressure. The images of her daydreams at work resurfaced as she watched the doorknob, hoping he would squeeze through the hole and wondering if it truly felt good to him. The website said demons found great pleasure in a tight squeeze and that was why they sought out the smallest holes to infiltrate their victims’ houses and bedrooms. The thought of his pleasure at tight holes made her inner walls flutter at the same time as a new insecurity blossomed. Would he find her holes tight enough?
When a tendril of shadow slipped through the closed door, she closed her eyes and pinched her nipples with varying pressure until they were taut enough to cut glass. She soaped her hands and rubbed under her heavy breasts provocatively. It wasn’t lost on her that the demon who’d taken an interest in her had a thing for boobs. Luckily for him, she had a buxom chest, and while it had been a source of insecurity at times, she gladly embraced the trait right now. She leaned her head against the wall, wanting to touch herself, but she didn’t want to give him that satisfaction—not yet. She wanted him to take that for himself, wanted him toneedto fill her as much as she needed him to fill the growing emptiness within her.
After the shower, she felt wound tight as a ball of rubber bands. If only one piece was let loose, the whole thing would crumble and she would melt into a pile of rubber goo from the heat of her desire. She had no idea how she would ever get to sleep like this, but then the shadowy insect perched on her chest. Suddenlyshe felt heavy, her whole body exhausted and weighty like a boulder dropped in the ocean. As if in a trance, she crossed to her bed and lay down wearing only her towel.
The mahr’s shadow-tipped and frayed edges expanded into a compact version of his demonic form no more than five feet tall, with some body parts less defined than others. He splayed his legs over her to straddle her chest, the undefined edges of his legs leaving a lot to the imagination. She watched with wide eyes, confounded by the way his weight hardly touched her. Her mouth dropped open in amazement.
“That’s not necessary,” he teased with a predatory grin. He reached down and closed her jaw, pressing a thumb to the seam of her lips.
Through her exhaustion, she felt her core emblazon with that peek into what was going through his mind.
Is it always sexual for him?Did he feel this way about all his victims? What did she care if he did?
Before she had time to consider the answers to those preposterous questions, a beautiful dream began to unfold around her.
A sea of lush green blanketed the ground from her eagle-eyed view as they soared through the sky. The densely textured flora rose and fell, then split in the middle to frame a sun-dappled body of water surrounded on either side by unending mountains. The peaks of the mountains inclined higher than her view, rising out of sight in the cloud-flecked sky.
Addison reveled in the magnificent vision. Would she ever see something this beautiful again? It was almost heartbreaking to think this would be the only time she experienced this kind of dream. She struggled to stay in the moment.
A plain white butterfly glided through the air beside her. She recognized it as the mahr and rolled to the side, her dream body easily cutting through the air as if she were weightless. The butterfly settled onto her finger as the landscape gently rose to meet them. A field of lavender greeted her, so soft it could’ve been a bed of clouds. She rolled onto her back and laughed. Her mind was so free here, like all the things she usually carried weighed no more than a butterfly’s wing. What she wouldn’t give to stay here, in this moment, utterly free from her ever-darkening thoughts.
The mahr perched on a stalk of lavender, dipping it with his weight to tickle her nose. She laughed and reached for him, but instead of settling on her finger, the butterfly multiplied until a swarm of little white butterflies skittered over her body. Their little legs and flutter ing wings tickled through the dainty fabric of the old-fashioned nightgown she was adorned in.
Distantly, she felt pressure on her sleeping chest. The mahr was riding her in the real world, and while she didn’t know what all that really entailed, the thought was enough to send a gush of desire to her cunt. Her back arched in response to her body’s rising need. The mahr must have understood what was building within her because his swarm of butterflies collected into another form.
This time, he was not just a shadowy outline. He had a real body, covered in jet-black fur with a soft, velvet-padded abdomen, curved horns, slender lips, and fanged teeth that sent shivers through her as he dragged them across her neck.
“More,” she breathed.
He silently obliged, dipping his head to lick and nibble her collarbone. Claws traced her thigh as he coaxed the hem of the old-fashioned nightgown up, all the while ravishing her mouth with his. Her thighs fell open and he shifted between them, dragging his teeth down her neck. The fur on his legs was shorter than on his back and arms, and it scratched a little against her thighs, and the hard weight of his cock was heavy on her stomach.
His movements were more gentle than she’d anticipated, but there was nothing gentle about the intense look in his smoldering amber eyes when he drew back to ease the gauzy garment over her body. The fabric got stuck underneath her. She tried to wriggle out of it, but his face contorted into what must have been a silent growl, and he used a retractable claw to slice it up the middle, then pushed the torn seam aside to free her breasts. He loomed above her, his severe gaze lingering over every part of her body. She took the moment to admire him, too, and what she saw made her mirror the hunger in his eyes.
Largedid not begin to describe him. She was taken aback by the size of it and suddenly wondered if she’d made the wrong decision. There was no way he would fit inside her!So much for being the tight hole he longs for.Surely there was no pleasure in seeing a small hole he had no hope of fitting into. Would she even be able to wrap her mouth around it?
Oblivious to her darkening musings, the mahr leaned down and buried his head in her breasts. He lay there, head between her boobs and cock throbbing against her torso, for so long that she wondered if he was just going to fall asleep like that. Could he fall asleep in a dream? She trailed her fingernails through the fur on his back and then gave a little tug, which seemed to get him back in motion. He leaned onto his elbows and licked her breast, starting at the crease where it squished against her torso and going all the way to her pert nipple. The look on his face was pure bliss, like he would willingly give such avid attention to her chest for hours and hours, licking her sweat and burying himself in her underboob just to be near it. The sweet sight made her heart flutter, but it also made her pussy pulse with need. She gyrated her hips against him, trying to create the friction her body required, hoping to spur him into the action she craved.
Distantly, she felt her body in the bedroom. Something brushed against her bare skin underneath the towel, which had fallen open.
The mahr’s fangs teased her nipple, and then he moved lower, dragging his teeth and tongue down to the tightly wound bundle of her need. He wrapped his furry biceps under her thighs and gave a sharp yank until his hot breath bristled against her clit. She rocked her hips, seeking whatever he would give her, but his arms held her in place. He looked up at her mischievously and she moaned, the sound a primal plea that surprised her.
“More. More, please, don’t stop.”
Two sharp fangs sank into her inner thigh. Not hard enough to make her bleed—could she even bleed in a dream?—but the sudden adrenaline sent electricity through her, bouncing between her flushed cunt and the tips of her peaked nipples like the prongs of a taser.
A gush of wetness surged between her thighs, his tongue quick to lap it up. She moaned and writhed against his broad tongue, her body moving of its own accord. She leaned onto her elbows to watch as he sucked her clit rhythmically until another wave of liquid heat rushed to her cunt and he slurped it up like she was the tastiest bowl of soup and he wanted to savor each drop. The sight made her need to be filled by him grow exponentially. She fell back and bucked her hips, riding his face like a maniac as he drank every last drop of her weeping cunt.
A thick finger slid between her drenched folds. She leaned onto her elbows again and met his fervent gaze, his mouth a suction on her clit. She tilted her hips to engulf his finger and rode it until he gave her another and another. Her slick inner walls cinched against his fingers and her orgasm forced her onto her back to ride out the undulating crests of pleasure, all the while her mahr sloppily drank each drop of fluid that flowed from her cunt.
Satisfied and yet hungrier than before, she lay back and panted until her breathing returned to normal. Her cunt fluttered around nothingness as she retracted, still twitching with pleasure, and yet the ache remained. The mahr lay languidly between her thighs, his head resting fully on her leg. He appeared to be smelling her, which she found both sexy and endearing, and she wondered if he was done with her.
“What about you?” she asked, though what she really wanted to say wasgive me that cock, even if it doesn’t fit, give it to me anyway.
His smile was tight-lipped and forlorn as he gave a slight shake of his head. He slipped from her legs to hover over her. He beckoned her and she readily accepted his hand, casting aside the lingering need to be filled.
Disappointed but sated, Addison didn’t dare mention his promise had only been for one dream. He didn’t get rid of the pleasant dream like he’d threatened. The nightmares didn’t return. Instead, they traveled the world, taking on the form of many animals, from hawks soaring above to otters chasing each other in the waves.
