making me wetter and startles me when I come around the thrusting digits. Struggling to breath, I gasp drawing in oxygen when the belt slackens.
“Holy shit,” I manage to croak.
With a growl, he shoves them in and out more forcefully, constricting my airway a second time until my eyes roll up into the back of my head. A third orgasm tears through before I’m permitted to breath again.
Teeth nip my shoulder causing me to yelp before I’m spun onto my back.
Hooking my legs over his burly arms, Nightmares thrust into me with a snarl of triumph. A pained cry issues from my throat at the invasion. I feel my body stretch with discomfort around his size.
Grunting he pistons his hips back and forth, large hand creeping up to grasp my throat tightly. Foreign words roll off his tongue in a deep timber, the impassioned sound adding to my excitement even though the meaning is lost on me. The whole coupling is fast and animalistic. A quick, dirty fuck that leaves my head spinning. Reaching forward, he squeezes my tit in his other paw like hand until I cry out. Nightmares’ pounding rhythm has my belly and thighs quivering. As the grip on my throat chokes me, my pussy pulsates with an orgasm. The touch on my breast vanishes, a palm muffles my scream of release.
Dazed floating on waves of pleasure pain, I’m only half aware of him thrusting a few more times before coming inside me. Lifting me like I’m nothing but a doll, he rolls over so I’m sprawled over his broad chest his semi-hard cock still buried inside me.
Rough sex. I shouldn’t be surprised it’s something this part of Morpheus is into. Nightmares does seem to be the embodiment of his darker side.
“Wow that was…” I search for the right words, attention on the fact we’re still joined. “Mind-blowing and a little frightening.”
I should be angry with him for pouncing on me like this, but all I feel is relief he’s here. A sense of belonging. The fact I’m not going crazy for yearning for a place and people that I didn’t believe existed.
Brushing a loose strand of hair out of my eyes with a finger, Nightmares replies in a gravelly tone.
“I wish I could understand you. I’m going to have to teach you English or learn your language,” I grumble, resting my chin on his muscled pec to stare up into his face. “Are the others ok? Illusions? Morpheus? How’s he coping with the withdrawal?”
Nightmares studies me a faint line creasing his brow. “O-key.”
“They’re okay?”
He nods sharply.
Relief has me snuggling into his warmth. “Is there any way I can get back to the island with you? Without having to be in a coma?”
Instead of replying, he snatches up one of my fluffy unicorns for me to cradle in my arms before running his hand in a caress up and down my side. Taking that as the conversation is over, I close my eyes sleepily stretching to press a kiss into his throat. When I open them again, I’m standing in an empty meadow. The earthy scent of wet soil reaches my nose. Lingering drops sparkling over the plant-life bearing the mark of rain.
Glancing down I find my pajamas restored, no sign of the sticky mess left by the sex I’d just shared. Nightmares, the others, or the house are nowhere to be seen as I scan the expanse of swaying, long grass dotted with bright flowers.
“Can I help you?”
Startled by the voice directly behind me, I twirl to discover its owner.
Steely blue eyes bore into mine. Black curls cut short poke from beneath a tan felt, wide-brimmed hat. Hip cocked to the left, his thumbs are resting idly in the front of the holster buckled around his waist. The jeans he wears are faded, his black shirt hinting at a strong lithe frame. Gaze dipping to the cowboy boots he’s wearing; my attention settles on the embroidered skulls.
“I’m looking for Morpheus,” I tell the stranger, trying not to wilt under the intensity of his stare. “Or Illusions. Nightmares was with me in my apartment, but he seems to have vanished, bringing me here.”
“Hmmm.”
“I…haven’t seen you around here before, although you look really familiar,” I tell him, taking an involuntary step backward with unease. There’s something about him I can’t quite put my finger on. A sense of déjà vu.
“I get that a lot. I’m the uncle,” he responds with a barely there smile.
For a beat, I search