Page 15 of Precipitous Nightmare's Valentine Dream

“I deserve,” she panted, “to be devoured.”

He swirled his tongue up around one breast, used the pointed tip to flick her crystal-hard nipple. Paused again to speak.

“Perhaps you deserve merely to be teased.” He gave her nipple another lazy flick. “Naughty Dream that you are…”

Frustrated, Luminous lifted her head to look at him. She could shift to her larger form, take hold of his horns or his cock and guide this encounter exactly where she wanted. But part of her enjoyed being tiny in his hands, vulnerable in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

“You promised a devouring,” she said once more, nearly breathless with need. “If you can’t live up to your claims…”

His tongue snapped down before she completed her sentence, one pointed tip slapping down on her clit as the other shoved deep inside her, twirling against her inner walls before beginning a steady sliding rhythm that set her screaming.

Luminous came in seconds, clenching around his writhing tongue as she went boneless in his grip and gushed all over his soft, strong lips.

He didn’t let her stop, though. Even as she trembled in the aftermath of the first orgasm, he was already leading her to another. The forked ends of his tongue explored every inch of her skin, returning every few moments to stroke her clit, to swipe through her center, to dip into her pussy, only to slide away every time she drew close to satisfaction.It drove her mad, this teasing, but in the best possible way.

She squirmed. She writhed. She lost all sense of pride and dignity, choosing to beg him for satisfaction.

Occasionally, Preci lingered long enough to bring her to another climax, and Luminous exploded beneath his swirling, piercing, flexible tongue. She lost track of time, lost track of everything. She screamed his name until she was hoarse, and then lost herself in grunting, groaning, keening ecstacy that might have been embarassing if she hadn’t been so caught up in the euphoria of it all.

But after five mind-bending, earth-shattering orgasms — or was it six? — Precipitous finally pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead and set her to standing.

Instantly, she drew herself to her full human-like height, still so much smaller than even his half-human form, and pulled from the Dream realm in an attempt to create clothing.

Nothing happened.

Confused, Luminous tried again.

“You’re too embedded in Nightmare here, I expect.” Precipitous had not moved from where he’d stood with her in his grasp. He extended a hand. “If you’d allow me?”

She nodded, realizing that if what he said was true, she’d been in real danger with him here. Being unable to manipulate dream sands meant she’d have been unable to manipulate her own form had he chosen to devour her in truth.

The realization should have terrified her. Instead, watching him scrunch his brow in concentration as he tugged gently from the threads of Nightmare, she felt oddly certain that this creature would not do her harm no matter how vulnerable she made herself.

Preci caught her eye and flashed her a self-satisfied grin as wisps of Nightmare twisted around her body to form a jet-black sundress adorned with tiny white bats. A gossamer shawl, soft as the wings of a luna moth, settled upon her shoulders.

Luminous spun, and the loose skirt lifted slightly at the action.

“I’m sorry I could not draw on the colors of sunshine,” he began, but she flung herself at him and interrupted his words with a kiss.

“It’s perfect,” she said once they’d come up for air, and she held her tongue to avoid saying something silly about him being perfect.

He’d shifted down to a more mortal size, and it occurred to Luminous that perhaps he’d done so in order to bring some equality to their guises.

In these forms, his arms fit neatly around her, and she molded into him as he held her close.

Briefly, right after he’d set her down, she’d thought to run. To take her leave and part ways for good. But now, she thought maybe being around him wasn’t so bad. Perhaps she enjoyed his company more than she’d expected. And not just for the orgasms, though those were reason enough to keep the Night Terror around.

“We should go check on Melanie and Gary,” she said, not requiring him to come, but hoping he might.

“Lead the way,” he replied, and she marched forward, tugging him along until, three steps later, he pulled back to halt her in her tracks.

With a slight tilt of his head and a pressing together of his lips that she knew meant he was trying to suppress a laugh, he motioned in the other direction.

“Exit’s that way.”

Oh. Right. Of course.

Luminous Dream returned to his side, and they exited the Forbidden Forest of Nightmare together.

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