Page 220 of Lost in the Dark

He was slightly discomfited by the knowledge she hadn’t truly known what she was getting herself into, nor what she was summoning. It was a good thing he was there, Corviss told himself, the feathers around his neck puffing in annoyance. A lucky thing for the girl, for the incubus currently vacationing at the sulfur springs, would certainly not be gentle with her.If you weren’t here, he’d be using her from dusk till dawn, not caring if he hurt her. She’s lucky she called up a substitute; lucky she didn’t summon a demon at all.

It was hard to feeltoopleased with himself, as he was currently balls-deep in the girl as he poked and prodded at her mind. His cock had already been stiff when he’d arrived, jutting out in anticipation of his temporary job, hardening fully the moment he climbed over her. Corviss thought he understood the appeal of her supine form—her brow soft in sleep and her legs open and ready for him. Threading her with another golden, pleasant dream had been easy, her unconscious mind eager to be mounted by him, whining as she writhed in her sheets.

In her dream, she’d reached a hand out, gripping his shaft as he knelt between her parted thighs, pulling his cock toward her in a constant motion. The pad of her thumb stroked over the weeping tip until he felt unable to draw breath. He wondered whose face he wore in her mind, whose skin covered his own in her fantasies. It mattered not, for it washiscock she was stroking, his throat making that absurd wheeze as she rubbed into his slit, his raven claws scraping against the bedding as she did so. She rolled his testicles in her palm on her downstroke, gripping the root of his cock and guiding him to push his head into her, her cunt swallowing him greedily.

She was just as tight and warm as he’d remembered, groaning as he bottomed out. The noise she made as he pumped into her was a gasping keen, each slam of his hips eliciting the same high tone.

“More, don’t stop,” she gasped, tightening her grip on his shoulders. “Fuck me harder.”

When she slid a hand between their bodies to rub circles against herself, he pulled her back roughly, holding her wrists in a tight grip over her head, pulling his hips back and burying himself fully on each deep, hard thrust. Moving his own hand between their bodies, he rubbed over her clit, increasing the speed of his hammering hips, and the girl moaned, dragging her fingers through his feathers. Corviss was nearly ashamed of the noise he made when she clenched around him, her inner muscles milking his cock as she spasmed, his hips faltering as he lost control.

He hadn’t intended on spilling himself that quickly, and as the girl’s body relaxed into a deeper slumber, he pushed into her memories, keeping her from drifting down into the deep. Now that he knew she’d not known what she was doing, he was glad he’d given her a softer treatment than her demon would have done.

Glad, but still hungry. Corviss hesitated a long moment before parting the curtains of memory to slip into her dreamscape, letting the shadows unwind. He was a nightmare. He would not be careless with her body and would seek to give her as much pleasure as he took as he fulfilled the incubus’s duties, but he still needed to eat, still needed to dohisjob. Lighting the match of her fears, all he had to do was sit back and wait for her nightmares to find her.

He did not have to wait long.

Her dreams were vivid, a recollection of memories superimposed onto other things, he tasted, flapping his wings in stretch. He trailed behind her up a busy city street, where she dodged around bodies on the sidewalk, doing everything in her power to keep from being pushed over and trampled. The stream of people bumped into her heedlessly—mothers pushing strollers clipping her elbow, businessmen never pausing in their phone calls when they slammed into her shoulders, leaving her stumbling. The same passersby paid him no notice, moving around his wings like an invisible blockade they sensed, with more courtesy than they showed her, a fellow human amongst them.She fears being small and invisible.

When she fell, at last, her body jerked beneath his, and he sucked up her fear, slurping it like the finest broth. His cock had softened once he’d spilled, but the smell and taste of her fear were making it hard again, his balls pulsing, not yet drained. His hands tightened on her hips, rolling against her as she was trampled underfoot, none of the other humans teeming on the sidewalk slowing to help her, none of them even taking note of her at all. The girl cried out in her dream, crying out beneath him as he changed the angle of her body, pulling her legs over the crook of his arms; better for her, deeper for him. Her head fell back, throat exposed, and Corviss took the opportunity to push into the shimmering pools of her eyes, seeking the next layer of her night terrors.

Pushing deeper, put him on an airplane. Standing in the center of the aisle, he watched as she folded in on herself, in a seat beside a window. She looked defeated and small, and he wanted to lecture her that this was exactly how she’d been knocked to the ground on the sidewalk, but she shrank away from the man beside her, pulling Corviss’s attention. This was another ugly dream memory, he realized. Her arms pulled in tight to her body, her knees locked together, touching neither the armrest nor allowing her legs to take up the full space before her.

The man sitting beside her had no such qualms.

“I don’t understand why they’re not made to buy two tickets. I didn’t pay the same amount to have someone spilling into my seat the whole flight.”

His arm had gone over the confines of the armrest between them, his elbow resting on her side of the row of seats. His legs splayed open, and as Corviss watched, he reclined his seat several inches, never pausing his conversation with the man across the aisle.

She’s ashamed of the space she takes up and tries to make herself invisible.Yet she’s afraid of being invisible.Dreams and nightmares were a mirror, the shining surface of the water a reflection of the waking world, and he was used to the horrors that regularly lurked in people’s dreamseas... but the girl did not possess monsters. Her fears were tied to the way she felt, and he did not like the uncomfortable flip in his stomach at the thought.

Protectiveness and remorse were entirely human emotions, worthless and wasteful. He was a nightmare, and he needed to eat. She flinched away from the man in her dream, flinching beneath him at the same time, and despite hisrefusalto act like a human, he carefully hitched her leg higher over his arm, shifting their angle until her breath shuddered. That little button at the top of her sex called to him once more, just above his cock moving within her, the pad of his thumb moving over it in the same rhythm until her back arched.

He refused to end the dream prematurely, would not change it for her out of some human sense of affection... but he was not done with the man on the plane. Corviss had no desire to go any deeper into her dreams that night, but hewaswilling to make them worse.

The plane tipped, and her heart rate spiked. The ringing of the alarm, the shrieks of the people around her, the other patrons who had paid her no mind, who had probably pushed past her on the aisle were like music, and none were as sweet as the sound of her screams. He could smell her fear as the aircraft plummeted. His cock twitched and his balls pulsed, and there was no more control, no more taking his time. His thumb worked against her clit in tandem with the way he fucked her, the sound of her sobs as the oxygen masks dropped the sweetest thing he had ever heard. He wanted to taste it, that honeyed fear, and so he licked it from her mouth. Tongue delving, it stroked against hers, just as sweet and sharp as he knew it would be, slicing shards of terror threaded through the soft smell of her skin that sent his wings flapping in ecstasy.

The man beside her, who’d been so rude, who had made her shrink, had been decapitated by the beverage cart, his lifeless body flopping in its safety belt beside her like a dead fish. She would never need to make herself smaller for him again, he thought in triumph.

Her scream was like a siren’s wail, ripping through the apartment as she came around him, the clench of her cunt around his cock nearly enough to pull him from her mind. Nearly, but not quite. Corviss groaned into her hair as he erupted, cock jerking, flooding her womb and cumming so hard he thought he might have dislodged one of his wing bones. The plane crashed into the earth, and she stood in a field of flowers, staring dumbfounded at the wreckage.

He was unprepared for the moment she turned to him. Perhaps it was because his own climax had broken his focus, or perhaps being inside her mind at the same time he was inside her body was too great a conflux, but whatever the reason, the girl turned in her dream and saw him standing there beside her.

“The-the plane,” she whispered, her eyes bulging and her whole body trembling. “I didn’t… didn’t die.”

“Of course not, sweet.”

Her breath came out in a hard pant once he spoke, solidifying himself into the space. He was there, a part of the fabric of her dream now.

“It-it was you. You did this.”

She did not ask it as a question. A whisper again, this time one of quiet conviction. Corviss did not bother denying it.

“You were in no real danger.”

“This is only a dream,” she whimpered, her voice breaking at last.

He could still taste her fear as she fell into his arms, the smoking wreckage behind her tingeing the air with its acrid smell as she sobbed into his shoulder.

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