Page 161 of Lost in the Dark

My eyes fly open and my heart kicks a beat when I see Journee in front of me. Her hands rub at my thighs seductively around my crotch. My dick twitches in response, and I can’t take my sight off her masterful movements.

She smiles, and the facade is lifted.Journee doesn’t smile like that.She has the flattest affect known to man.

Kicking Astar in the ribs for messing with me, her body crashes against the wall and poofs into smoke. I get off the bed and walk away. The darkness surrounding the room melts away with each step, showcasing brightness a few feet in front of me like a torch light.

“Astar,” I growl, tired of him playing with my mind. I’m not even sure if I’m awake or sleepwalking at this point.

The laughter morphs and turns into a chittering that annoys me. Something hard lands on my shoulder, but it doesn’t feel right, it doesn’t feel the same. Breasts are rubbing against my back as the body slides down, keeping her arms wrapped around me like a lover.

Looking over my shoulder I find the image of Mrs. Brown looking up at me with lust in her eyes.

My cock hardens from the simple fact that I haven’t been able to get any good release since Journee’s exit. My hand can only do so much. It’snothinglike Journee’s mouth. I wonder if Mrs. Brown would feel the same.

Peeling her hands off my abs, I turn and walk her backward until I trap her against a wall. She gasps and my mouth covers hers. My hands forcefully push her shoulders down until she’s on her knees. I watch as she undoes my pants, biting her lip with a twinkle in her eye. My head tilts to the side, wondering how she can look and feel so real. Her mouth hangs open with excitement when my dick springs forth, almost hitting her in the face.

I need relief.It’s the only reason why I’m entertaining this stupid dream the way I am. Her little mouth covers my entire crown and I groan, thrusting inside of her a few more inches. She chokes, and tears fill her innocent eyes but continues to suck and tease like a pro. Who knew Mrs. Brown had it in her?She looks like an uptight librarian by day…

When an extra appendage wraps around my shaft, I groan. Her mouth pulls away and the spit strings from her lips right before the head of a giant black leech sucks at my tip.

Growling in frustration at the visual, I kick her against the wall, and she turns into black smoke, disappearing. The leech head and tail is still squirming on the ground, leaving a trail of slime in its wake. Running a hand over my face, frustration builds not just in my mind, but my crotch as well. I take a step forward and place my forehead against the wall. My hand travels south, between my legs, to finish the job.

The first tug makes my dick grow harder in my palm. Each pass makes me pant hotly. The room’s temperature changes into a chill and a shiver goes down my spine, spurring my thrusts into my palm faster. My breath comes out in visible puffs of fog, but it doesn’t stop me from twisting my wrist right at the crown of my dick, squeezing it on and off to stimulate the right spots to help me reach my end. My pleasure increases, and my cock oozes precum to accommodate the fast pace I’m setting.

A growl erupts in the air around me and I’m taken out of my reverie, losing the cadence of my tugs and thrusts. Pissed, I slam my head against the wall and scream Astar’s name.

If this is a fever dream, no one will hear me, anyway. If it’s not, it doesn’t even matter, because I’m already in my room.

Something inky emerges in front me and I quickly grab it by the neck, slamming it back against the wall. The hot tar covers my hand and burns, but I ignore it. The smell of sweaty skin hits my nose, and I breathe out of my mouth to dull it.

Sneering in his face, I growl. “Don’t play with me, Astar. I’m not in the mood.” My head twitches to the side. “In fact, you arekillingmy mood.”

Astar’s smiles wider than his face can accommodate, fangs protruding from jagged gums. His skin continuously drips down, melting away. My cock is still at half mast, and I’m craving a release so badly that I knock my forehead against his skull and grip my shaft again.

It feels hot until it doesn’t. Astar’s body temperature cools to a normal human temperature as my own rises with every thrust against my hand. The tip of my dick hits his melting skin, and the new sensation does something to me. The warmth reminds me of Journee’s mouth and my mind drifts to the old memories of her swallowing me down.

Groaning, my abs and balls tighten, telling me I’m close to the finish line. It’s been so fucking long that I try to prolong the feeling, just so I can have something new in my spank bank.

Astar solidifies for a second, the black clouds of the void surrounding us both in a cocoon. His tongue slithers out and wraps around my neck, pulsing his grip while his tail reaches around my backside and caresses my ass.

I edge myself again and again, the torture leading me toward something exquisite. Astar lets out a rumble purr that vibrates through my body as his spine protrudes to the side, releasing his nonexistent wings to wrap around me. When his tail presses against my back entrance, my muscles tighten. He takes that exact moment to sink his fangs into my neck and penetrate me from behind simultaneously, throwing me over the edge of ecstasy.

It’s been awkward between my demon and me.When did I start claiming him as my own?The mindless movements of the day make me antsy, and I don’t know why. Schedules haven’t changed. The residents have cycled through every so often, but nothing is different—nothing is amiss.

T-boy and I have this ongoing silent feud between us, and I’m unsure of how it even came to be. Nonetheless, I continue to stand up to any of his challenges—this game being the only thing that keeps me going these days.

A growl sounds behind my ear and nails dig into the mark that’s on my neck. I can only assume that I’m the only one crazy enough to be able to see it, because none of the other residents ever give me a sideways glance when it happens. They all walk around me with a wide berth, as usual.

The wound, though weeks old, pulses like it’s only been made the night before. Is it wrong of me that my dick twitches in congruence with the pulses sometimes?

The growl turns into a chuckle, and I bark at someone random to keep them on their toes, or just to simply watch them fall like bowling pins.

“Benjamin!”

My head twitches. I stop in my tracks and have to calm myself from blowing up.

Looking back over my shoulders slowly, I see Mrs. Aquino with her arms crossed. She’s condescending in her pose and looks. My temples twitch with the blood rush to my head, but I give her my hyena laugh anyway and pretend to brush it off. Astar chitters, and my head twitches again.

“Stop that,” I tell him.

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