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“Come with me,” he commanded.

He was almost surprised when she dropped her toothpick umbrella on the floor and stepped forward to slip her small hand in his. But he didn’t hesitate to draw her onto the pathways threading between the mortal world and the Realms of Night.

Chapter 5

Unintelligible Wordless Shouts Would Have To Do

Luminous Dream

The monster’s touch seared every nerve ending, an endless, ice-cold burn that raised red welts across her moonlight-pale skin. Luminous became a map of every place his fingers swept past, the trails serving as instructions to a journey she was more than ready to take.

They’d wasted no time, she and her Nightmare, once she’d taken his hand and followed him into the night. No words were exchanged. Their unspoken agreement proved more potent without words tying it down into something real.

With one multi-jointed hand crushing hers, the Night Terror dragged her along, shifting them into the penthouse suite of a fancy downtown hotel. Downstairs, the reservation clerk slumped onto his desk, dreaming of an anonymous check-in by a random local celebrity.

Upstairs, Dream and Nightmare came together as soon as they materialized in the room. Her lips crashed into his, and she leaped up to wrap her legs around his waist. His hands supported her ass, holding her in place as they shifted between the mortal and the monstrous before settling into some kind of solidity that worked for them both.

Luminous fell and fell. An endless plunge into eternal darkness. The stark terror of a crashing plane. The suicidal dive off a tall bridge. But her legs clamped him tight and his arms supported her weight, keeping her grounded as stray snippets of dreams and nightmares swirled around them.

On every floor of the hotel, sleepers tossed and turned. Whimpered in fear or distress. Sighed in erotic pleasure.

The Night Terror’s tongue swept around hers, splitting into two. One half swiped along the edges of her teeth while the other twisted to squeeze her own tongue tight. The sound of snarling wolves danced just beyond the edge of hearing.

“Mmmm…” Luminous could barely form coherent thoughts, but she managed to fade the Dreamsilk of her dress into a diaphanous mist that floated away in the chill breeze of hotel air conditioning. Extending her comparatively tiny claws, she tore into the remains of shimmering black fabric that clung to him like a sheen of oil.The material shredded under her violent ministrations, and Luminous dug deeper, raking her nails down his shoulders, his back. Dark blood welled up, sizzling as it struck the air.

Luminous wanted more, wanted to dig so deep she became part of this Nightmare.

The Night Terror groaned at the invasion of thorn-sharp claws and arched up, his massive cock pressing against her drenched pussy through the tattered remains of his pants. His claws scraped against her ass.

She reached down to free his cock with another swipe of claw, then let her nails retract as she wrapped a hand around the thick shaft. Luminous had never been a shy Dream, but she wasn’t certain exactly how far this Nightmare would take things. She hoped it was very, very far.

This was likely her only chance to experience sex with a true Nightmare. Once she became a Dream Crafter, she’d be unlikely to encounter any Nightmare ever again — either on the battlefield or in the Real. Crafters typically worked in the Dream Palace, far from the endless fighting.

The Night Terror pulled his lips away, traced a twining path with his forked tongue down the length of her throat. The trail felt like acid tearing through her delicate flesh, and Luminous moaned for more.

Balancing her on one massive hand, he reached up with the other to tangle it in her hair, yanking her head back to make her more vulnerable to the sharp teeth surrounding that oh-so-flexible tongue.Fighting back an instinctual panic, Luminous relaxed into the touch while tightening her own grip on his cock. She couldn’t die. Not from this.He could rip her apart and she’d simply shift into dream sand and reform as whole and untouched as the day of her creation.

“Fuck me like you mean it, Nightmare,” she growled, and his right hand clamped tighter on her ass, sending sharp claws piercing her skin, sinking into the muscle. “Fuck me like I’m every Dream you wish you could destroy.”

He spun them both around, bracing her against the wall as he grabbed her hips and thrust into her in a single, swift motion. A curl of dark hair fell onto his sweaty brow and his eyes flared with an intensity she’d never seen in previous lovers. The drywall at her back buckled and cracked. Across the room, a lamp tumbled from a bedside table.

Luminous screamed as she tore and stretched and surrendered to this monster impaling her with the biggest cock she’d ever had the pleasure to ride. Fuck, but he was huge. And unrestrained.

Nothing like the tender ministrations of the Dreams she’d fucked. Or the mortals. They were always so careful with her. Meticulous and precise. Gentle and caring. As though she was something delicate and breakable.

There was no tenderness from this Night Terror. Only driving, overwhelming desire.

And skill.

The Nightmare creature was far more skillful than Luminous had expected. Pleasant surprise, that. Where she’d anticipated a mastery of pain, this twisted Nightmare also threaded pleasure into every agonizing movement.

He slammed into her, stretching her out, then pulled back slowly, sliding that immense cock against her clit before thrusting in again to hit that spot inside that drove her wild. Luminous screamed out with each long, powerful stroke.Damn, but the man was good at this.

She’d have to find out his name so she could scream it aloud next time, but for now, unintelligible wordless shouts would have to do.

Luminous dragged her hands up to grab those oh-so-fascinating horns. Nothing in the Dream Realm had such deadly appendages. Sleek and dark, with shimmering red veins just beneath the surface like electrified wires, they practically begged for her touch.

The Nightmare moaned, a low desperate sound, as her fingers flickered over those smooth horns and she stroked them in time with his movements inside her.

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