4 comments/ 20589 views/ 20 favorites Possessed by a Dream Ch. 00 By: NaivelyWandering Author's Note: Do not read further if it is illegal for you to do so. This story contains sexual situations in non-human/ fantasy context. If reading sexual, non-human fiction offends you, find something else to read. For those of you looking for a QF, you're out of luck. Sorry, this was never going to be on the same level as the other chapters. I'd like to thank Kelly for helping me edit! :-) Unbridled desire swept through her to me, and I pulled her atop me, forcing her to take me deeper. Reading her subconscious needs, I suckled her neck's pulse mark, grabbing her hip in one hand, rocking her hard, up and down on my cock. With my other hand, I rounded a breast, thumbing her nipple, dragging a short nail over it's tip, sending shivers down her spine. I drank her passion in, the flavour of her sex rushing over me, even as her orgasm began, her pussy starting its clenching crescendo around my member. I savoured the meal, lapping the remnants of her climax from her, wishing futilely that she'd stay in the dream I'd created for her. But she was exhausted, and the vision of her slowly faded, even as I pressed gentle kisses on her neck and jaw, wishing her well. My hunting grounds were large, and plentiful, but so few were beckoning me into their dreams lately. I was hungry, but there was barely more than one female each night burning with a desire that I could scent. Others were having similar problems finding willing prey, and the last of my brothers I'd spoken with had mentioned the unthinkable. "Brother, let me hunt your territory." I shook my head, even as I noted his diminished form. "Food is scarce in my land. Find another." "I cannot! There are none who will share their grounds any more," he replied. "I am so hungry; I scent the desire of males. If I cannot find a suitable meal, I will begin to hunt them as well." "It is impossible," I exclaimed, horrified at his determined tone. "You will die, you know this." "I believe there is a way; I have heard of others bonding." "Male to female, yes. But it is against our nature to drink the essence of a male. You will become sick, suffer, and die, and perhaps kill your prey as well." "I am already sick! I have heard if they drink our essence as we drink theirs, there is no sickness. No, I will not suffer any longer if this is possible." I watched my brother dissolve into the night air, resolute that I would not become as desperate as him. "You called me?" The magenta mist hovering in front of me transformed slowly, until a voluptuous woman with shoulder length blonde hair stepped forward. We become what our prey want to see, but lying with a fellow succubus was not for sustenance, only pleasure, and in the week since my last meal, sexual drive was something I was almost sure I would never feel again. Even as she smiled coyly at me, the vision of my ideal female had no affect over me; I wanted her less than I wanted to be standing in her territory. "There is a human, not far into my territory. It needs your touch," she said softly, probing me with blue-grey eyes when I hadn't moved. I frowned. "Where is the incubus belonging to that area?" She shrugged, and absently caressed her bare stomach, running circles around her navel with a slender fingertip. "I have not heard from him in some time. Word is your territory is quiet. I thought you could use the meal, so I am giving you permission to hunt here." I nodded, but kept my frown. A succubus cares not if one of her own perishes, so why call upon me? I decided not to ask, especially when the hunger was edging away my inhibitions. "Appreciated. If I see the other, I will send him to you." "Very well. Sweet dreams," she whispered, and turned her back on me, her form already dissolving back into vapour before she disappeared into the shadows. Following my senses, I drifted from building to building, scenting a faint desire. This neighbourhood was not familiar to me, but those I visited in dreams were, and I knew I could rely on their scent to guide me back when my presence was no longer welcome in my sister's territory. As I drew closer to a dark apartment block, the aroma of desire became stronger. Very quickly, I honed in on the human I was hunting, sleeping in a small space a few floors above my head. It can be difficult to differentiate between them at times, and I waited patiently at each floor as I floated through them, waiting for the scent to grow stronger, until I stood before a plain door, listening to the accompanying heartbeat belonging to it. A low rumbling came forth as well, not from the one I sought, but close and I realised before I drifted through the door that it was its neighbour, labouring to breathe in its sleep. A heavy, spicy flavour invaded my senses as soon as I was in the human's space, intoxicating, and I wondered if it was as strong as I thought, or if it was merely my hunger finally taking over. I was instantly addicted; it was like nothing I'd ever tasted before. Hesitantly, I called out, and the movement the human made in its sleep sent another wave of mouth watering desire my way. Within moments, I was inside its mind, and ignoring a faint emanation of irritation, I called to it again, and when it began to react to me, I blended its subconscious understanding with the dream I was intent on weaving. Disregarding the loud protests, I pressed my lips against theirs. With swift horror, I realised as I drank that spiced heat in, that this was no woman. My warning, spoken not one week before to one of my own, rang out in my mind, even as the one under me bucked and struggled. But that sweet and spicy warmth emanating from him only came stronger, and I lost my senses to it, gave in, and let it dizzy me and take me over. Commanding him to stop his fight, the man fell paralysed under me. I resigned myself to my fate, inhaling his scent with every breath, and determined that if this would be my last meal, I would die blissful. Possessed by a Dream Ch. 01 Author's Note: Do not read further if it is illegal for you to do so. This story contains sexual situations and offensive language. If reading non-consensual, gay or non-human fiction offends you, find something else to read. * "Shen?" A loud, deep voice called out, and I rolled over, losing half the blanket to the floor in the process. Glaring at the darkness, I closed my eyes again, hoping I hadn't woken enough to keep from going back to sleep. Apartment living is good. It's cheap, for one thing, but the walls are paper thin, and you can hear everything, and I mean everything, going on next door. For example, I know the giant, hairy beast snoring next door had pizza delivered at seven, jerked off at nine-forty, then started his unconscious concert fifteen minutes later. "Shen?" Groaning, I gave up on the concept of going back to sleep and ran my fist up the wall before banging it against the plaster. Screw the new guy next door, even if he did tower over me. Opening my eyes was useless, it was pitch black, and I liked it that way. Working shifts means block-out curtains, but this kind of darkness could only mean it was still night, and I'd only been asleep a few hours. If I didn't get back to sleep soon, the sun would be up, and then I'd have more trouble trying to get the Zs going again. "Shen?" I jumped. That time it sounded like the voice was closer, right in my room. "Who's there?" "Shen." The pitch changed. Instead of sounding like a curious call, it was a pronounced statement, as though the guy found what he was looking for. "I said, who's there? Fuck's sake! I'll kick your ass!" I reached for the lamp, but only found the alarm clock, and then a large, strong hand was covering mine, grasping my wrist and pulling it back and above my head on the pillow. "FUCK! LET GO!" I felt the mattress shift, and then the hand holding my left wrist grabbed my right fist, punching into the dark weight, and held them both above my head. Before I could let loose the torrent of curses shooting down from my brain, lips were on mine. Hungry and demanding, and I realised with horror, when a long tongue slipped into my mouth, that it belonged to another man. Instincts drove me, then, as adrenaline went coursing through my veins, and god, how I fought. I kicked and kneed every inch above me, but hit only air. My attacker was beside me then, but by the angle he was kissing me, felt like he should have been on top of me. His other hand was moving down from my chest, right down the middle, to my pyjama pants, and I closed my legs in a lame effort to fend him off. "Don't fight, Shen," he whispered, so close to my ear. I immediately felt light-headed, as though his soft spoken words were a command that I couldn't help but obey. I lay there, paralyzed from fighting, but still able to react with shivers as he licked and nipped his way from my earlobe to my chin, following the line of my jaw. "I'm not Shen," I panted, fear gripping me, as I felt the drawstring of my pyjama pants come undone. "Please, please, god, I'm not Shen. I don't do guys!" The hand slipped my pants down to my knees, and I was reduced to gasps and whimpers as my cock was gently caressed, just enough to get it to slowly rise, but more than I'd gotten in too long. The presence in front of me sensed my hesitation, and lessened it's hold on my wrists. I felt warm lips cover the sensitive mushroom head of my cock, and a tongue licked across my slit. "I am not god. I am not guys. You are Shen." His mouth was incredible, his tongue swirling around me as I grew, but wait, his tongue was wrapping itself around my cock, and he'd managed to speak, as though he was right next to me? Sudden realisation dawned on me. This was a dream, it had to be, a nightmare. He had one hand holding both my wrists down, while another was gently massaging my balls. He was speaking to me, even with his lips sucking earnestly the head of my cock. That nothing made sense made perfect sense, and I laughed out loud, then, relief flooding me, even as I felt his tongue dart into the tip of my cock. "I want your essence." "Hanh!" I bucked and writhed into the mouth, even as I struggled to understand how his long, slithering tongue could move further into the head of my cock, snaking down my urethra while his lips slid up and down my shaft. "God, oh fuck, please!" I gurgled like a child as I felt the flicking tongue wriggle inside my ballsac, lost to his lips, his mouth sucking hungrily down my length, and as I felt my balls tighten, the tongue inside my body coiled back, and I felt my whole body lift off the bed as I came, bursting forth everything he'd coaxed from me. The strength of my orgasm shook me, and even as I heard him murmur something soothing, I was already fading out. -------------------- When I woke up, I pulled my sheets back, expecting to see cum stains on my pyjamas, but I stared at my naked body, instead. Leaning over the bed, I saw my pyjama pants lying crumpled on the floor. My head was pounding, I was confused and tired, and it wasn't until I saw the time was noon did I panic and jump up. I was going to be late, and though I hated it, I dismissed the shower for the kitchen, grabbed a power bar and ran out the door, barely remembering to lock it as I sprinted for work. By the time I got to the docks, half the crew were already there, loading the first trucks. Swearing to myself, and ignoring a few dirty looks directed at me, I pushed my weirded out guts aside, and got to work. "Hey Mark, you look like shit." "Fuck you very much, Angus, just taking a page outta your book, fucker," I retorted angrily. Putting his hands up in surrender, Angus backed off. He was a fairly nice guy, and maybe I shouldn't have yelled, but fuck him, I thought. He didn't have a random gay wet dream that woke him up in the middle of the night for a soul-sucking blow job. Irritable and distracted, I trudged through the day's loadings, and by the time I was home again, throwing each heavy boot off in the doorway, I could think of nothing more than to collapse and die on my bed. It was even softer than I'd imagined, and I moaned aloud at the ache in my muscles as they relaxed. Ignoring the smell of old sweat and dirt on myself, I crawled under the sheet and was out in a few seconds. "Shen?" God no, not again. I recognised the voice immediately, and chicken shit guy that I am, closed my eyes and pressed myself further into the mattress. I pinched my arm, but I couldn't wake. I tried to imagine a gun in my hands, but it was no use. It was as though the dark intruder was controlling my dream, and I was just the helpless victim. "Damnit, already! Why can't you be a girl? A beautiful dream girl," I murmured, imagining her, and my dream girl turned into a dark, nightmare man. I laughed, and realised I was just as tired in my dreams as I was awake. Before I could make any more movement, I was crushed onto the mattress by the weight of my nightmare man, and he rolled us over until I was lying on his lap. Our faces must have been inches apart; I could feel his breath on my nose. He hooked both legs over mine, and held my hands on his chest. I couldn't help but be impressed with his smooth, muscular body, but consoled myself that the only reason I was admiring it was because I was unconscious, and he had my hands pressed flat against him. "Shen, will you drink my essence?" "It's Mark," I replied, shaking my head. I didn't give a rat's ass how childish I looked, but it was the best I could do when he had a hold over me like this. He was obviously unhappy with my reaction, as I was rolled over again, and pinned underneath his weight. Just as I opened my eyes, he covered them, and all I could stare at was hand. "It is not mark. Close your eyes, Shen." Again that light-headedness swept over me, and I couldn't help but do as I was told, closing my eyes and relaxing into the dark. His lips were on mine, then, gently prodding them apart so that he could dart his tongue into my mouth, and I moaned despite myself, as he languidly tongue fucked my mouth, taking his time to graze his teeth over my bottom lip. "Drink, Shen." What was happening to me? Why was it so easy for him to play me like a well tuned fiddle? Why did I let him push his hard cock past my lips? Why did I only nod silently when he told me to drink? Why did his cum taste so good, and feel so satisfying to my gut? Why was I licking his cock, like a wanton slut, desperately searching for more? I didn't have the mind or time to wonder these things, as just as my mouth was relieved of his cock, he moved around, and his mouth began to work on mine. I felt that long tongue flick out and dart around the head of my cock, and I realised dimly that I was hard, painfully hard. "Will you let me in?" What? "Will you allow me to enter your body? Shen?" I couldn't think further than the strength of the pull of his mouth on my cock, but I was fairly sure he was talking about fucking me, and I shook my head adamantly. "No, no way!" "I will be gentle." His coaxing was soft, like the caresses he was bestowing on my painful erection, but he was a 'he'! There was no way I was going to let some guy fuck me, not even in my dreams! "No! Fuck no!" For the first time, I heard him sigh, and felt like I could actually feel the disappointment in him. Something told me he had the power to make me let him fuck me, just like he'd made me stop fighting him and close my eyes, but something else told me I had to give that up freely, and there was no way that was going to happen. "Very well. My essence will make you want me. You will not sleep." He pulled away from me, then, and I felt confused, cold, and alone, as though he wasn't there at all. Which was fine, because I was asleep, despite what he'd said. Irrational panic shook me when he remained silent though, and without thinking, I reached for him, and immediately found his hand stretched out to mine, as though he knew I was going to reach out, and was waiting patiently for me to realise it, too. "I will drink your essence, Shen, if you ask. You may then sleep." I gulped. I was asleep, wasn't I? I was, surely, there was no way anyone was capable of what he was doing to me, but then if I wasn't, then all my lack of energy would make sense. Not ready to face the possibility that I wasn't asleep, I knew at the very least I wanted out of this dream, right now. "Then ask." I could do this; it might not have happened recently, but I have told girls to go down on me before. And he had done it already, so it wasn't like it was going to be something new. Biting my bottom lip til it hurt, I took a deep breath. "Will you suck my cock?" "Yes, Shen." -------------------- When I saw the time on my clock radio, and realised I'd slept through the alarm, I swear I'd never screamed so loud, the other tenants must've thought a dog was dying somewhere. If I thought yesterday was bad, then today was going to be hell on earth. I was already an hour late, and I needed a shower. I couldn't take my own smell anymore, so I rushed the shower, only to realise I hadn't done a load of washing. Throwing on the least stinky clothes meant I was also wearing the wrinkliest clothes I had, then I ran for all I was worth to the docks. I was dead-tired, but I strained to keep moving as fast as I could while the dock supervisor spent most of the afternoon ripping me a new asshole. These nightmares were, other than giving me the creeps and only getting creepier, stopping me from getting a decent night's sleep. If I'd said something to one of the guys about the first nightmare, I might've gotten stick for it, but I couldn't say anything now, not after last night. Not even if it was just a dream. As soon as I got home, I inhaled two power bars and an apple. Momentarily satisfied, I picked up all my dirty clothes and jogged down the hall to the laundry and hogged the communal washing machine and dryer for two hours. I was slipping already, though, feeling myself start to crash from the sugar high, and I hit that proverbial brick wall. In an effort to keep going, I paced, like a crazy person, failing at willing my clothes to hurry the fuck up. I took a cold shower to help keep me buzzed, and then after it, I stared at my bed for god knows how long, just standing there, wet, cold and towel-less, wanting nothing more than to go to sleep, and yet utterly filled with fear at the mere thought of it. An idea popped into my head then, a crazy, useless and brilliant idea, and I dried off quickly. I threw on old faded jeans and a black t-shirt, and practically ran down to the liquor store, and brought home a carton of cold beers. Taking out two six-packs, I used the rest of the carton as a foot rest, and propped myself up on the couch in front of the TV. I could always rely on alcohol for a heavy, dreamless sleep. I'd get back the rest I needed so desperately, and sweat out the hangover at work. I watched bad TV, laughing and gibbering to no-one in particular to keep myself awake. I downed the first six-pack as quickly as I could, and started on the second, but only got halfway through before I closed my eyes and heard a familiar voice. "Shen?" "Shen's not home right now, leave a message after the beep," I slurred, unwilling to open my eyes. You have ingested." "Yeah, motherfucker. I ingested. Beer, and lots of it." I was tempted to raise my middle finger in his direction, but a minute of silence made me hold back, and instead I wondered if I'd just imagined that short conversation. "It interferes with my essence," he said, so close to me, I jumped. "I will remove it." Two fingers pushed into my mouth to the back of my throat just as I was about to crack another snide comment, and instead I threw up. Somehow my dark intruder had pulled me to lean over the side of the couch, but all I cared about was the taste of warm, flat beer coming back up, and those fingers that wouldn't budge from my gag reflex. He pulled his beer and vomit covered fingers out of my mouth, and just as quickly, he sat me back where I was and wiped my chin with his hand. "Fuck me, I never threw up in a dream before," I muttered, letting my dizzy head roll to one side. "You are not in a dream, Shen." I looked up for the first time at my nightmare man, my dark intruder. He was taller than me by almost a foot. He was muscled up, and coffee coloured, with short black hair, but that was all I could see. It was like looking at someone covered from head to toe in frosted glass. "Then why're you fuzzy?" "You see me as you want to see me," was all he replied with, and leaned down. I thought I was looking into his eyes, but I couldn't be sure, my eyelids were drooping, and I had a hand on my head. Was I dreaming? Or was I awake? Did it really matter anymore? I was fairly fucked, either way, and it was all his fault. "I hate you. You're fucking up my life, you fucking queer." I knew he didn't care about what I was saying, and just as I expected, he told me he wasn't queer, and I was Shen. I could feel him standing over me, but I didn't have the energy to look up at him. Without turning off the TV, and without knocking over any of the empty beer bottles, he picked me up and carried me like a baby to the bed. I could barely move, I was so drunk, and so tired, I just couldn't fight him any more. "Shen. Allow me to enter your body." "Nope." Warm lips pressed gently against my shoulder, following the line of my collarbone from side to side. If I hadn't just been forced to throw up on my living room floor, I might've appreciated it more. "Drink my essence." "Uh-uh." I wanted to frown at him, but his cock was already at my lips, and I automatically opened my mouth, and wondered what the fuck was wrong with me. I felt like he was smiling at me knowingly, and kept my eyes shut in defiance as he thrust into my mouth slowly, giving me time to lick and nibble at him. "Shen, if you drink my essence, it will not hurt when I enter you." I could feel a cold sweat coming on. I might've been drunk as a skunk, but what he said registered clearly. He did have the power to make me. "Yes, Shen. But I will not, if you do not let me." Warm hands on either side of my face held me still as he pushed his cock as far into my mouth as possible, stretching my lips with his girth. I groaned in resistance, and felt butterfly kisses being pressed onto my forehead. Before I could wonder how he'd managed to kiss my face with his cock buried in my mouth, his cum came in hot gushes, forcing it's way down my throat. There was so much of it, I'd never thought a guy could cum so much in one go, but it kept coming, and I kept swallowing, not sure why, but intent on having it all in my stomach as quickly as possible. When he finished and withdrew, I was allowed to lie back and catch my breath. A strange heat was filling me from my gut up my chest, and down to my groin, stirring an itch in me that I couldn't describe. I wanted more, more of his tight mouth on my cock, more of his tongue digging into my most tender places, more of his cock in my mouth. I was practically squirming with the need of it, and a giddy anticipation took me when he rolled me over onto my side. Pressing in behind me, I felt his bulge touch my ass and fought the urge to push him away, instead digging my hands into the bed under the pillow. With one hand on my cock, and the other on his, he guided himself to my virgin hole. "Shen, will you let me in?" His voice was soft and warm, just like the rest of him, and though I felt like I was on the edge of a very sharp precipice, I nodded, a strange and uninvited part of me excited about this new, unspoken, promise of pleasure. Weight and pressure like I'd never felt before pushed against my hole, and then just as suddenly, I felt the discomfort of having something very large squeeze through a very small hole, and groaned at the dizzying sensation of being filled so completely. "Do you feel pain?" "It's not so bad," I grunted between gritted teeth, barely able to keep my eyes open. "I want your essence." I thought immediately that this was his way of saying he wanted to stop, to change what we were doing, but very surprisingly, without him moving from where he'd sheathed himself inside me, there was a mouth covering my re-awakening hard-on. I wondered briefly how he'd done it, and then my world reduced to the cock pushing even further into me. I was sure I could feel it swell and lengthen inside me, and then with one push he hit a spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids. "Drink, Shen." Past the point of questioning what was being done to me, I opened my mouth, and hummed around the cock offered to my lips, even as his cock rubbed against my prostate again. I was reduced to a moaning, rocking mess of cock and mouth and ass. As he thrust continually inside me, so did the cock in my mouth move, matching his rhythm. Lost in the haze of desire he was leading me through, I revelled in that tickling, itching sensation in my ass as he pummelled me, rocking my hips back as he pushed forward, getting as much depth from his hard cock as I could. Strong arms gripped around my chest, and I was pulled on top of him, lying on his chest, and he pulled my hips down hard onto his impaling member. I couldn't stop the stream of moans and groans vibrating around the cock in my mouth, and soon I felt the now familiar stream of warm cum fill my mouth and began swallowing, determined not to spill a drop. He was silent still, even as he continued to fuck me from underneath, and then, just as I got used to it, he increased his speed. I'd danced this tango enough times to know he was close to cumming, and let myself be pushed up and down, faster, and faster on his cock, only to feel the mouth over my cock tighten it's grip. That sneaking slithering tongue of his flicked and darted all over my cock, the light, tickling touches increasing to prodding, and soon it was fucking my cock hole at the same pace as his cock in my ass. Possessed by a Dream Ch. 01 The grip around my chest tightened unexpectedly, knocking the breath out of me, and then a searing heat burst forth from his cock, buried deep in my ass. My sensitised prostate was drenched in the hot torrent, as it ran up my passage, pushing me over the edge, and I cried out against my cock gag, heaving with the intensity of the orgasm rippling through my body. -------------------- I opened my eyes, and wanted to break into a smile because I knew I'd woken up in time for work. But when my lips were caught around something just as I tried to grin, I halted. I can't speak, I thought dimly. That I couldn't move at all was more the problem; the cock taking my mouth, the mouth taking my cock, the throbbing tool in my ass, and the warm body encompassing the rest of me were all too much to handle at once. My dark intruder was keeping me suspended in the throes of mind-numbing bliss, and I could do nothing but writhe silently under him while he assaulted my body relentlessly. "I hear you, Shen." How? "We are together, now, never to be parted." I reeled at this; I didn't want this! My own personal demon was possessing me? I struggled, and for the first time, felt the strength of his attack falter. "Shen." No! I pulled a hand free, and was suddenly cold, like he'd moved away from me. I reached to get the cock filling my mouth out, only to find nothing attached to it. Where my lips should have greeted his skin, it felt like the back of a hand. No body belonged to the cock, even as my tongue ran the length of it just to feel it's liveliness. OH FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK? WHAT IS THIS? WHAT THE FUCK? WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?! I wanted to be sick, I wanted to scream, but the only sound that came out was a muffled moan around the cock stuffing my mouth. I ran a hand down, to find another small mound of skin protruding from my ass. I clenched, and the cock inside me moved and lengthened slightly. "Shen. You can not reject me. We are together." God, god no, please, let me go! My whole body was shaking, tears pricked my eyes, and I sobbed against the cock in my mouth, struggling to breath, while my mind screamed at the voice in my head, struggling to understand. "I can not let you go." He came back, pulling my wayward hand back to my chest, and then crushed me in another warm embrace. Something roiled in the pit of my stomach; it felt like someone was running their fingers along the inside of my skin. I was scared, I wanted to run away so no one could find me, or him, or me with him, or him with me, and I knew that I had no way to explain this situation if someone found us like this. But I couldn't help leaning into his heat, as though he was the only thing keeping me warm. "You are ashamed." It wasn't a question, but to enforce his statement, the mouth on my cock swirled it's tongue over my glans, at the same time, the cock buried in my channel rubbed up against my prostate. I nodded, it was all I could do not to start crying again, and I definitely didn't want that. "We are together. If you are ashamed, I am ashamed." What are you? I was scared of the question, but I had to know; I had to know how this was possible. Even as I clung to him, feeling his power overwhelm me. Was he powerful or was I weak? "You are not weak. You call us incubi, succubi. We bring pleasure to you through dreams." Why me? "You are Shen. I will move us away from others. No one will find us. You will be safe. We are together. Now, Shen, drink and sleep." The cock in my mouth lengthened and pushed against my gag reflex. Tears sprang in my eyes at the stretching my jaw was enduring, yet again, but soon his hot cum was beginning to shoot down my throat and I forgot everything that was wrong in my world. I swallowed as best I could, and as soon as I was full, it stopped, but the mouth encompassing my cock in wet heat began moving, along with the thick shaft in my ass. I squirmed, and pushed back against it, even as I felt it graze against my sensitive prostate. I imagined I could see myself, bucking and humping air while I was impaled on these cocks invading my senses. I felt the excitement build deep in my belly as the cock in my ass shoved further up my passage, hitting that tender spot hard with every thrust. Hot cum spilled into my channel, and I grunted against the cock in my mouth. My ears were blocked by a loud buzzing, and the essence he'd poured into me heated me through to my cock, as though molten pleasure was washing through me. The mouth covering my member clamped down, and the tongue twisting inside my urethra danced and pulsed, and soon my own orgasm was being ripped from my body, wave after wave of searing ecstasy coursing through my veins. I fell back into his arms, barely conscious enough to moan appreciatively before falling to sleep. Possessed by a Dream Ch. 02 Author's Note: Do not read further if it is illegal for you to do so. This story contains sexual situations and offensive language. If reading non-consensual, gay or non-human fiction offends you, find something else to read. Additional Note: I have written an alternate ending to this story. If you're interested in reading it, I am happy to share via email. A soft body, lying stretched over mine, and gentle caresses on my chest. Curious, I reached out, and my hand found a head of long curls. They tickled my fingers as I ran them over slender shoulders. Warm fingertips were running circles and figure eights on my pectorals, and I smiled drowsily as the owner of the mischievous digits reached further down, teasing my inner thighs with featherlight touches until I couldn't take anymore, and I pressed my own hand over theirs. "Tickles," I murmured softly, rubbing the smaller hand against my leg. Almost reluctantly, I opened my eyes to look directly into the delicate features of a young girl. She was staring at me expectantly, a small smile on her plump, rosy lips, her small hand still under mine. "Do I know you?" Her smile grew. "You want to," she assured me softly. She crawled up the bed, swaying her hips at me intentionally, and as she claimed my lips for her sweet kiss, I was flooded with relief that came with the realisation that my nightmare was over; finally replaced with this beautiful, normal, dream girl. I groaned deeply, as she deftly stroked my cock, and while she kept pulling my rapidly growing member to attention, some part of me was waiting for something more, as though there was something missing that I couldn't quite put my finger on. Ignoring the feeling, but unable to completely shake it, instead I focussed on the gorgeous girl above me, taking firm hold of her sumptuous, rounded breasts, rolling her hardening nipples under my thumbs. She gasped and arched at my touch, pulled away from her kiss, and I stared into warm, hazel eyes. Again, that uncomfortable feeling niggled at me, but I pushed it aside, and pulled the girl up on top of me. She giggled, a high pitched tinkling, and raked her fingernails down my chest, to my stomach, circling around the base of my cock. "I want you," she whispered, and licked up the outside of my ear. Straddling my hips, with one hand she guided my engorged member to the lips of her pussy, rubbing it lightly along her cleft, and gasping in that sweet way that only beautiful girls do. Pressing her other hand into my shoulder, she bit her lip, and moaned as she pushed herself down, until I was completely sheathed in the warm, moist glove of her pussy. "God, you're tight!" I groaned out, my head thrown back. Gripping her hips as tightly as her hands dug into my shoulders, I held her still, happy to lie there, marvelling in her wet heat. Excrutiatingly slowly, she lifted herself up, squeezing my cock as she moved upwards, and then down again, just as slow. I moaned, light-headed and feverish as she rode me languidly like this for what felt like hours. Moving my hands behind her neck, I pulled her down to claim her lips again, and she gave in, letting my tongue dominate her mouth. It was incredible, she was incredible, and as she finally began picking up her pace, impaling herself over and over again above me, I groaned into her mouth, captured in her embrace. I realised slowly, while she rode me harder and faster, bouncing atop me, her breasts swinging inches from my face, that this amazing girl, and the mind-blowing fuck where never going to end. Every one of my heated nerves sat precariously on the edge of orgasm, but no matter what she did, no matter how we moved, I couldn't make the wave crash. It wasn't enough; by a single iota, a missing link stood resolutely between me and release. As I lay there, my mind wrecked while my body slowly followed, I stared up at her, panting above me, wishing I could be where she was. "Come on, baby, cum with me!" she cried, her sweet voice dripping with desperation. God I wanted to, I wanted to feel what bliss she was in, as her pussy started clenching around my swollen cock, crying out and milking me like her life depended on it. I couldn't take it anymore, I was done for, and biting back my own sobs, I closed my eyes in defeat. "Shen?" Weight shifted above me, and where only a second ago a fevered girl, screaming with the force of her orgasm straddled my hips, now my dark intruder lay outstretched over me. I gingerly reached out, outlining his jaw, ear, neck, and let my hand run across his broad shoulder. It was clear to me, even as I shuddered against it, that what I wanted, no, what I needed, I couldn't get from her, or anyone else. Hooking a leg over his, I rolled us over until I had him pinned under me. I was past trying or wanting to differentiate my feelings anymore. I was instinctively happy, almost giddy that my hands were pressed against a hard muscled abdomen, and yet at the same time, I hated it with every ounce of me. "Am I still dreaming?" I asked quietly. "Yes, Shen," came his soft reply. "I thought you would not want to be conscious while I moved us away." Something in the tone of his voice made me open my eyes, and when I looked down at him, my heart skipped a beat. It was suddenly hard to breathe, but I couldn't break his gaze, even as I began blushing furiously. "You're still fuzzy," I murmured, leaning down until we were lying bare chest on bare chest. "You see-" he started, but I silenced him with a kiss, soft and tender at first, but deep and passionate before I could stop myself. I knew I didn't need to ask like he did. And I knew he wouldn't hesitate like I did. I wanted him badly, and I wondered briefly as I pushed my elbows under his knees if he felt this same maddening desire that was taking me over. "Yes, Shen," he whispered, panting as he wrapped arms around my shoulders. Feeling the tip of my cock pressed against his entrance, I smiled, relaxing slightly as the bite of urgency lessened. Even in his out-of-focus, hazy appearance, I could tell his eyes were wide with anticipation, and I engaged him in another heated kiss. As I gently sucked his tongue, I pushed forward, smiling again as his moan reverberated around my mouth. If I'd thought that dream temptress was warm, then my nightmare man was the sun's core. He arched slowly, pushing down onto me while I continued to push up into his channel, refusing to release his mouth from my passionate assault. As soon as I was completely inside him, I released his lips, letting his head fall back to catch his breath. Kneeling up and sitting on my calves, I looked down at where our bodies joined, and felt my smile widen. I withdrew from his anal passage slowly, feeling him squirm beneath me, and then thrust in again, and he pulled me back up. I let go of one of his legs, and grasped his already throbbing cock, pulling it in time with my steady thrusts. "Shen," he gasped, surprising me with his breathlessness, "I want-" I kissed him again, pleased that I had a way to effectively silence him, except for the muffled moans escaping between our lips. "I know," I panted back, increasing my pace as I felt my body tighten, my climax drawing closer, "soon." It felt good. No, that was a fucking understatement, it felt right. Completely natural, fucking my dark intruder so hard, I could barely see straight. Feeling his body tense and relax every time I grazed his sweet spot, and hearing his gasps as I stroked his cock drove me over the edge. I cried out in my release, pumping my cock hard into his channel, feeling it slicken with my cum, and then squeeze around my slackening member as his own climax took him, milking my subsiding orgasm, searching for more. I collapsed on top of him, still nestled inside him, exhausted and content, barely feeling his arms wrap around me. -------------------- I was drowsy, and couldn't see much further than the wooden beams above my head. It was hazy and warm where I lay, somewhere in the afternoon sun. He'd moved me, then, just like he'd promised. I sighed, relieved that I hadn't been awake to endure it, and grateful for the dreams I'd had while I'd slept. Curiousity roused me more awake, and I tongued the familiar pulse in the cock filling my mouth. What's your name? "I have none." Why do you call me Shen? "It is my word for you. Drink" I need a word for you, too, I thought lazily, closing my eyes against the afternoon rays. I waited, and quickly, the hot torrent of his essence shot down my throat, filling my stomach, keeping me fed and warm. Already I felt it begin to affect me, my cock starting it's own throb in turn. The cock in my ass began it's rhythmic thrusting, rubbing over my prostate, gently. Then the mouth over my cock sucked harder, the tiny flicking tongue darting into and down the length of my urethra until it coiled around the inside of my ballsac where it teased my overworked orbs. The cock in my ass began to pound against my sweet spot harder as well, and I moaned helplessly against my phallic gag, as all I could do was lie and feel this bliss being bestowed onto me. -------------------- For the first time in what must've been a week, I woke alert and clear-headed, and, I realised, hearing my stomach growl, hungry. Before I could enunciate the thought to my companion, he spoke. "Drink, Shen." No, wait! I panicked, sitting up, not sure why, but wanting more than to be force-fed through a detached, throbbing cock. I wanted to stretch, to stand on my own two feet again, and I was curious about where he'd brought me. Slowly, my warm cocoon unravelled from around me, and though I was unhappy about being empty and cold, I said nothing. Getting to my feet, I didn't feel as gross as I expected to, and stretched and rubbed my jaw. Glancing around, I realised my companion had moved us to a small cabin, all wooden, one big, open space. A dead fireplace sat against one wall, and the largest piece of furniture was the couch, which I could only assume turned into a bed. Breathing deeply, I walked slowly and looked for my out-of-focus, nightmarish, dark intruder, but saw and felt no other presence in the room. "You are not alone, Shen. We are together." "You still need a name," I retorted, turning around, only to find no one standing behind me. I felt a bit ashamed. I was starting to think the words I'd been using to describe him so far were harsh. Even if he was consuming me from the inside, out, my dark intruder hadn't hurt me, not really. And the soul wrenching sex was so intense it was, simply put, impossible. I wasn't really surprised at his words. I think I knew and had come to accept, even if I wasn't yet feeling completely comfortable with the notion, that we were together, that we were never to be parted. I moved gingerly, wandering the few yards of wooden cabin surrounding me. I wasn't even sore, which surprised me, but a warm buzz tickled the hairs at the back of my neck. I wanted and yet was afraid to look in a mirror, but I had no idea where the bathroom was. Dark, strong, scary, intense. Fuck, I thought irritably, finding the tiny blue tiled room, fuck, I can't think. Warm, gentle, soothing, nurturing. Nurturing? "Shen? What are you doing?" I didn't answer, instead turned my attention to my mirror image, shocked to my core. The person staring slack-jawed back at me laughed at the same time I did. "Shen?" My laughter died as I saw the lips move. The person staring back at me, well, he wasn't me. At least, not the me I remembered. My skin was darker, and my hair was short and black, instead of shaggy and blonde. There was more muscle wrapped around my body, and I was about a foot taller. My eyes were their usualy steely blue, and my face was still my face. My hands still belonged to me, along with other distinguishing features, but so much was different. I looked good, fucking fantastic, even. I certainly didn't resemble the fucked up mess I was becoming since he'd first appeared. "Shen, I want your essence." My refletion was talking to me, unblinking, and I stretched out a hand to the mirror, wanting to touch him, oddly comforted to see the reflection of my companion so clearly in front of me. We're together. "Yes, Shen," the man in the mirror replied, and I was charmed by the warm smile he offered me. Chuckling to myself and shaking my head, I walked back through the cabin until I was standing, barefoot in the tiny kitchen, scratching my head. Opening the pantry door, I spied standard dry goods, and picked out a couple of potatoes. "That will interfere with my essence." Putting the spuds back, I told myself it was because I didn't want potatoes, not because it would inconvenience him. Considering the rest of the items in the pantry, I pulled a tin of beans out and checked the expiry. "That will interfere with-" Yeah, I know, I know, your 'essence'. "If you ingest, I will suffer, and then you will suffer." Something inside me snapped, a sudden rush of anger took me, and I slammed my tin can filled fist against the pantry door. I couldn't live on his cum alone for the rest of my life. "It is all you need, Shen." All I need, but not all I want, not what I want at all. Jesus FUCKING Christ! I just want a normal meal, normal, human food! The tingling in the back of my neck spread down past my shoulder blades, and then a warm hand rested on the small of my back. "Put the food away. I want to drink your essence, Shen." The voice was patient, kind, even, and I bit my lip. I wanted to cry again, I wasn't ready to be dragged back into the lustful haze I'd woken out of less than an hour ago. No. After breakfast. Frowning, I swallowed the lump forming in my throat, waved away the hand on my back, and decided firmly not to listen to the soft words urging me to leave the food alone. Banging around the kitchen to drown out his voice, I searched for a can opener. Warily turning the handle of the can opener around the lid of the tin, I turned the contents out into a pot and set it on the small stove. I stopped for a second, but nightmare man was silent, so I threw a wooden spoon into the pot. Waiting for the beans to bubble, I rummaged through the cupboard and found wheat crackers, and salt and pepper. Five minutes later, and I was sitting on the couch, contemplating a plate of crackers and beans. My mouth was watering, but not in a good way. I couldn't deny it smelled good, but the mere thought of moving fork to mouth was making my throat close and my stomach turn. "Shen?" A burger might have gone down better, but I had no clue where we were, and no idea how we got there. "Shen, please don't do this." I felt guilty, especially since he was pleading so earnestly, but before I could feel too bad about it, I swallowed back guilt and brought a big bean-filled fork to my mouth. As soon as the food touched my tongue, I knew I'd done the wrong thing. However good the aroma, it was a lie. A bold faced, fucking lie. Warm fingers gently caressing the back of my neck tightened to a pinch, and I knew he was waiting for me to spit the horrid mouthful out, but the very prideful side of me wanted to win, and holding my breath, I swallowed. No words can describe the anger that washed through from him to me then, and as I was lifted swiftly off the couch, the plate of beans and crackers toppled onto the floor. I didn't care; I was too busy keeping my lips clamped shut, refusing to throw up. I'd never felt this anger emanate from him before, not once, and it scared the shit out of me. "You should be scared, Shen. You could kill us." His voice was quiet, but gone was the gentle tone. I was lowered onto my knees, and over the toilet bowl, but I was shaking my head, one hand closed firmly over my mouth, the other trying to push back away from the toilet seat. "You have ingested. Remove it. Now." There was no light-headed dizziness that I'd come to expect from his commands, and I wondered why, as I held on desperately. He was strong, much stronger than me, and an image of the bone in my arm breaking through skin as he pushed me down, flashed through my head. He was trying to show me what he'd do to keep me from fighting back, and I freaked, letting go, and the moment I opened my mouth, the mouthful I'd struggled to keep down came straight back up, and out. "You will regret this action, Shen." I lacked the will to refuse as I was pulled roughly backwards, and his cock was forced past my lips. He was so angry, the hairs on the back of my neck bristled, while he dug his fingertips into my scalp. My stomach was starting to cramp, badly, and I knew that my body was still rejecting the small offering it'd been given. I whimpered around his cock as it grew in my mouth, bigger than it had ever been before, gagging me almost instantly. I wished desperately that he would do something to stop the cramping pain, anything to stop me from doubling over every other second when my body wrenched from the agonizing spasms. "No, Shen. You must suffer this." The thrusts he made were fast, deep and jaw-breakingly powerful. My pitiful cries were muffled, and my tears slid back into my hair, and I couldn't tell if I was sobbing because of the stabbing pain in my gut, the merciless fucking of my raw throat, or the fingers digging into my head. Maybe it was all of these things, maybe it wasn't any of them. Maybe it was my reaction to his overwhelming aura of panic and anger mixed together. "Drink, Shen," he grunted, and wrapped his hands around my head, pushing me forward until I couldn't breathe. I didn't care that I was suffocating to death. It would've been a relief to the agony my body was in, agony I wouldn't be in if it weren't for him. A fresh wave of anger swept through me at the realisation, but I wasn't given a chance to act on the emotion as his hot cum burst into my mouth and went rushing down my throat. As soon as his cum hit the burning, biting cramps in my gut, the pain began to lessen. I was released and fell back, gaining enough sense to realise I was on my back on the floor of the living room. But I wasn't given any time to recover as he was on me again, and pulled me up onto the couch. "Open your legs." I whimpered, but knew if I opened my mouth I wouldn't get a chance to protest, and instead buried my face in my shaking hands. He pulled my hands up off my face and above my head, and before I could object, his cock was stuffed back into my mouth. "Open your legs now, Shen. Do not defy me again." Too scared to move, he released my wrists from his grip, and pried my legs apart. One second, I felt the tip of his cock touching my ass, the next, he sheathed himself completely inside me. I screamed uselessly against his cock, and he didn't wait for me to get used to the invasion, but began pounding into my burning channel. "Breathe, Shen," he ordered, not breaking his pace, and dizziness swept over me before I had the sense to do what I was told. "Stay awake. Stay with me." I could hear the concern in his voice, but I couldn't do much more than writhe underneath him, letting him flood my body over and over again, never pausing, never stopping to let me relax. I was exhausted, beyond sore, and he was still fucking me. My insides felt scrubbed raw, but every time he came, that soothing feeling would wash through me, giving me enough relief to go on. It was hours ago that I'd lost the energy to move on my own, and he'd long since given up instructing and scolding me; I was nothimg more than a rag doll now, and he'd manoeuvre me around as he saw fit. Possessed by a Dream Ch. 02-B Author's Note: This is the alternate ending to the 'Possessed' series. It can be read instead of the original submission as it's replacement. Do not read further if it is illegal for you to do so. This story contains sexual situations and offensive language. If reading non-consensual, gay or non-human fiction offends you, find something else to read. * A soft body, lying stretched over mine, and gentle caresses on my chest. Curious, I reached out, and my hand found a head of long curls. They tickled my fingers as I ran them over slender shoulders. Warm fingertips were running circles and figure eights on my pectorals, and I smiled drowsily as the owner of the mischievous digits reached further down, teasing my inner thighs with featherlight touches until I couldn't take anymore, and I pressed my own hand over theirs. "Tickles," I murmured softly, rubbing the smaller hand against my leg. Almost reluctantly, I opened my eyes to look directly into the delicate features of a young girl. She was staring at me expectantly, a small smile on her plump, rosy lips, her small hand still under mine. "Do I know you?" Her smile grew. "You want to," she assured me softly. She crawled up the bed, swaying her hips at me intentionally, and as she claimed my lips for her sweet kiss, I was flooded with relief that came with the realisation that my nightmare was over; finally replaced with this beautiful, normal, dream girl. I groaned deeply, as she deftly stroked my cock, and while she kept pulling my rapidly growing member to attention, some part of me was waiting for something more, as though there was something missing that I couldn't quite put my finger on. Ignoring the feeling, but unable to completely shake it, instead I focussed on the gorgeous girl above me, taking firm hold of her sumptuous, rounded breasts, rolling her hardening nipples under my thumbs. She gasped and arched at my touch, pulled away from her kiss, and I stared into warm, hazel eyes. Again, that uncomfortable feeling niggled at me, but I pushed it aside, and pulled the girl up on top of me. She giggled, a high pitched tinkling, and raked her fingernails down my chest, to my stomach, circling around the base of my cock. "I want you," she whispered, and licked up the outside of my ear. Straddling my hips, with one hand she guided my engorged member to the lips of her pussy, rubbing it lightly along her cleft, and gasping in that sweet way that only beautiful girls do. Pressing her other hand into my shoulder, she bit her lip, and moaned as she pushed herself down, until I was completely sheathed in the warm, moist glove of her pussy. "God, you're tight!" I groaned out, my head thrown back. Gripping her hips as tightly as her hands dug into my shoulders, I held her still, happy to lie there, marvelling in her wet heat. Excrutiatingly slowly, she lifted herself up, squeezing my cock as she moved upwards, and then down again, just as slow. I moaned, light-headed and feverish as she rode me languidly like this for what felt like hours. Moving my hands behind her neck, I pulled her down to claim her lips again, and she gave in, letting my tongue dominate her mouth. It was incredible, she was incredible, and as she finally began picking up her pace, impaling herself over and over again above me, I groaned into her mouth, captured in her embrace. I realised slowly, while she rode me harder and faster, bouncing atop me, her breasts swinging inches from my face, that this amazing girl, and the mind-blowing fuck where never going to end. Every one of my heated nerves sat precariously on the edge of orgasm, but no matter what she did, no matter how we moved, I couldn't make the wave crash. It wasn't enough; by a single iota, a missing link stood resolutely between me and release. As I lay there, my mind wrecked while my body slowly followed, I stared up at her, panting above me, wishing I could be where she was. "Come on, baby, cum with me!" she cried, her sweet voice dripping with desperation. God I wanted to, I wanted to feel what bliss she was in, as her pussy started clenching around my swollen cock, crying out and milking me like her life depended on it. I couldn't take it anymore, I was done for, and biting back my own sobs, I closed my eyes in defeat. "Shen?" Weight shifted above me, and where only a second ago a fevered girl, screaming with the force of her orgasm straddled my hips, now my dark intruder lay outstretched over me. I gingerly reached out, outlining his jaw, ear, neck, and let my hand run across his broad shoulder. It was clear to me, even as I shuddered against it, that what I wanted, no, what I needed, I couldn't get from her, or anyone else. Hooking a leg over his, I rolled us over until I had him pinned under me. I was past trying or wanting to differentiate my feelings anymore. I was instinctively happy, almost giddy that my hands were pressed against a hard muscled abdomen, and yet at the same time, I hated it with every ounce of me. "Am I still dreaming?" I asked quietly. "Yes, Shen," came his soft reply. "I thought you would not want to be conscious while I moved us away." Something in the tone of his voice made me open my eyes, and when I looked down at him, my heart skipped a beat. It was suddenly hard to breathe, but I couldn't break his gaze, even as I began blushing furiously. "You're still fuzzy," I murmured, leaning down until we were lying bare chest on bare chest. "You see-" he started, but I silenced him with a kiss, soft and tender at first, but deep and passionate before I could stop myself. I knew I didn't need to ask like he did. And I knew he wouldn't hesitate like I did. I wanted him badly, and I wondered briefly as I pushed my elbows under his knees if he felt this same maddening desire that was taking me over. "Yes, Shen," he whispered, panting as he wrapped arms around my shoulders. Feeling the tip of my cock pressed against his entrance, I smiled, relaxing slightly as the bite of urgency lessened. Even in his out-of-focus, hazy appearance, I could tell his eyes were wide with anticipation, and I engaged him in another heated kiss. As I gently sucked his tongue, I pushed forward, smiling again as his moan reverberated around my mouth. If I'd thought that dream temptress was warm, then my nightmare man was the sun's core. He arched slowly, pushing down onto me while I continued to push up into his channel, refusing to release his mouth from my passionate assault. As soon as I was completely inside him, I released his lips, letting his head fall back to catch his breath. Kneeling up and sitting on my calves, I looked down at where our bodies joined, and felt my smile widen. I withdrew from his anal passage slowly, feeling him squirm beneath me, and then thrust in again, and he pulled me back up. I let go of one of his legs, and grasped his already throbbing cock, pulling it in time with my steady thrusts. "Shen," he gasped, surprising me with his breathlessness, "I want-" I kissed him again, pleased that I had a way to effectively silence him, except for the muffled moans escaping between our lips. "I know," I panted back, increasing my pace as I felt my body tighten, my climax drawing closer, "soon." It felt good. No, that was a fucking understatement, it felt right. Completely natural, fucking my dark intruder so hard, I could barely see straight. Feeling his body tense and relax every time I grazed his sweet spot, and hearing his gasps as I stroked his cock drove me over the edge. I cried out in my release, pumping my cock hard into his channel, feeling it slicken with my cum, and then squeeze around my slackening member as his own climax took him, milking my subsiding orgasm, searching for more. I collapsed on top of him, still nestled inside him, exhausted and content, barely feeling his arms wrap around me. -------------------- I was drowsy, and couldn't see much further than the wooden beams above my head. It was hazy and warm where I lay, somewhere in the afternoon sun. He'd moved me, then, just like he'd promised. I sighed, relieved that I hadn't been awake to endure it, and grateful for the dreams I'd had while I'd slept. Curiousity roused me more awake, and I tongued the familiar pulse in the cock filling my mouth. What's your name? "I have none." Why do you call me Shen? "It is my word for you. Drink." I need a word for you, too, I thought lazily, closing my eyes against the afternoon rays. I waited, and quickly, the hot torrent of his essence shot down my throat, filling my stomach, keeping me fed and warm. Already I felt it begin to affect me, my cock starting it's own throb in turn. The cock in my ass began it's rhythmic thrusting, rubbing over my prostate, gently. Then the mouth over my cock sucked harder, the tiny flicking tongue darting into and down the length of my urethra until it coiled around the inside of my ballsac where it teased my overworked orbs. The cock in my ass began to pound against my sweet spot harder as well, and I moaned helplessly against my phallic gag, as all I could do was lie and feel this bliss being bestowed onto me. -------------------- For the first time in what must've been a week, I woke alert and clear-headed, and, I realised, hearing my stomach growl, hungry. Before I could enunciate the thought to my companion, he spoke. "Drink, Shen." No, wait! I panicked, sitting up, not sure why, but wanting more than to be force-fed through a detached, throbbing cock. I wanted to stretch, to stand on my own two feet again, and I was curious about where he'd brought me. Slowly, my warm cocoon unravelled from around me, and though I was unhappy about being empty and cold, I said nothing. Getting to my feet, I didn't feel as gross as I expected to, and stretched and rubbed my jaw. Glancing around, I realised my companion had moved us to a small cabin, all wooden, one big, open space. A dead fireplace sat against one wall, and the largest piece of furniture was the couch, which I could only assume turned into a bed. Breathing deeply, I walked slowly and looked for my out-of-focus, nightmarish, dark intruder, but saw and felt no other presence in the room. You are not alone, Shen. We are together. "You still need a name," I retorted, turning around, only to find no one standing behind me. I felt a bit ashamed. I was starting to think the words I'd been using to describe him so far were harsh. Even if he was consuming me from the inside, out, my dark intruder hadn't hurt me, not really. And the soul wrenching sex was so intense it was, simply put, impossible. I wasn't really surprised at his words. I think I knew and had come to accept, even if I wasn't yet feeling completely comfortable with the notion, that we were together, that we were never to be parted. I moved gingerly, wandering the few yards of wooden cabin surrounding me. I wasn't even sore, which surprised me, but a warm buzz tickled the hairs at the back of my neck. I wanted and yet was afraid to look in a mirror, but I had no idea where the bathroom was. Dark, strong, scary, intense. Fuck, I thought irritably, finding the tiny blue tiled room, fuck, I can't think. Warm, gentle, soothing, nurturing. Nurturing? "Shen? What are you doing?" I didn't answer, instead turned my attention to my mirror image, shocked to my core. The person staring slack-jawed back at me laughed at the same time I did. "Shen?" My laughter died as I saw the lips move. The person staring back at me, well, he wasn't me. At least, not the me I remembered. My skin was darker, and my hair was short and black, instead of shaggy and blonde. There was more muscle wrapped around my body, and I was about a foot taller. My eyes were their usualy steely blue, and my face was still my face. My hands still belonged to me, along with other distinguishing features, but so much was different. I looked good, fucking fantastic, even. I certainly didn't resemble the fucked up mess I was becoming since he'd first appeared. "Shen, I want your essence." My refletion was talking to me, unblinking, and I stretched out a hand to the mirror, wanting to touch him, oddly comforted to see the reflection of my companion so clearly in front of me. We're together. "Yes, Shen," the man in the mirror replied, and I was charmed by the warm smile he offered me. Chuckling to myself and shaking my head, I walked back through the cabin until I was standing, barefoot in the tiny kitchen, scratching my head. Opening the pantry door, I spied standard dry goods, and picked out a couple of potatoes. "That will interfere with my essence." Putting the spuds back, I told myself it was because I didn't want potatoes, not because it would inconvenience him. Considering the rest of the items in the pantry, I pulled a tin of beans out and checked the expiry. "That will interfere with-" Yeah, I know, I know, your 'essence'. "If you ingest, I will suffer, and then you will suffer." Something inside me snapped, a sudden rush of anger took me, and I slammed my tin can filled fist against the pantry door. I couldn't live on his cum alone for the rest of my life. "It is all you need, Shen." All I need, but not all I want, not what I want at all. Jesus FUCKING Christ! I just want a normal meal, normal, human food! The tingling in the back of my neck spread down past my shoulder blades, and then a warm hand rested on the small of my back. "Put the food away. I want to drink your essence, Shen." The voice was patient, kind, even, and I bit my lip. I wanted to cry again, I wasn't ready to be dragged back into the lustful haze I'd woken out of less than an hour ago. No. After breakfast. Frowning, I swallowed the lump forming in my throat, waved away the hand on my back, and decided firmly not to listen to the soft words urging me to leave the food alone. Banging around the kitchen to drown out his voice, I searched for a can opener. Warily turning the handle of the can opener around the lid of the tin, I turned the contents out into a pot and set it on the small stove. I stopped for a second, but nightmare man was silent, so I threw a wooden spoon into the pot. Waiting for the beans to bubble, I rummaged through the cupboard and found wheat crackers, and salt and pepper. Five minutes later, and I was sitting on the couch, contemplating a plate of crackers and beans. My mouth was watering, but not in a good way. I couldn't deny it smelled good, but the mere thought of moving fork to mouth was making my throat close and my stomach turn. "Shen?" A burger might have gone down better, but I had no clue where we were, and no idea how we got there. "Shen, please don't do this." I felt guilty, especially since he was pleading so earnestly, but before I could feel too bad about it, I swallowed back guilt and brought a big bean-filled fork to my mouth. As soon as the food touched my tongue, I knew I'd done the wrong thing. However good the aroma, it was a lie. A bold faced, fucking lie. Warm fingers gently caressing the back of my neck tightened to a pinch, and I knew he was waiting for me to spit the horrid mouthful out, but the very prideful side of me wanted to win, and holding my breath, I swallowed. No words can describe the anger that washed through from him to me then, and as I was lifted swiftly off the couch, the plate of beans and crackers toppled onto the floor. I didn't care; I was too busy keeping my lips clamped shut, refusing to throw up. I'd never felt this anger emanate from him before, not once, and it scared the shit out of me. "You should be scared, Shen. You could kill us." His voice was quiet, but gone was the gentle tone. I was lowered onto my knees, and over the toilet bowl, but I was shaking my head, one hand closed firmly over my mouth, the other trying to push back away from the toilet seat. "You have ingested. Remove it. Now." There was no light-headed dizziness that I'd come to expect from his commands, and I wondered why, as I held on desperately. He was strong, much stronger than me, and an image of the bone in my arm breaking through skin as he pushed me down, flashed through my head. He was trying to show me what he'd do to keep me from fighting back, and I freaked, letting go, and the moment I opened my mouth, the mouthful I'd struggled to keep down came straight back up, and out. "You will regret this action, Shen." I lacked the will to refuse as I was pulled roughly backwards, and his cock was forced past my lips. He was so angry, the hairs on the back of my neck bristled, while he dug his fingertips into my scalp. My stomach was starting to cramp, badly, and I knew that my body was still rejecting the small offering it'd been given. I whimpered around his cock as it grew in my mouth, bigger than it had ever been before, gagging me almost instantly. I wished desperately that he would do something to stop the cramping pain, anything to stop me from doubling over every other second when my body wrenched from the agonizing spasms. "No, Shen. You must suffer this." The thrusts he made were fast, deep and jaw-breakingly powerful. My pitiful cries were muffled, and my tears slid back into my hair, and I couldn't tell if I was sobbing because of the stabbing pain in my gut, the merciless fucking of my raw throat, or the fingers digging into my head. Maybe it was all of these things, maybe it wasn't any of them. Maybe it was my reaction to his overwhelming aura of panic and anger mixed together. "Drink, Shen," he grunted, and wrapped his hands around my head, pushing me forward until I couldn't breathe. I didn't care that I was suffocating to death. It would've been a relief to the agony my body was in, agony I wouldn't be in if it weren't for him. A fresh wave of anger swept through me at the realisation, but I wasn't given a chance to act on the emotion as his hot cum burst into my mouth and went rushing down my throat. As soon as his cum hit the burning, biting cramps in my gut, the pain began to lessen. I was released and fell back, gaining enough sense to realise I was on my back on the floor of the living room. But I wasn't given any time to recover as he was on me again, and pulled me up onto the couch. "Open your legs." I whimpered, but knew if I opened my mouth I wouldn't get a chance to protest, and instead buried my face in my shaking hands. He pulled my hands up off my face and above my head, and before I could object, his cock was stuffed back into my mouth. "Open your legs now, Shen. Do not defy me again." Too scared to move, he released my wrists from his grip, and pried my legs apart. One second, I felt the tip of his cock touching my ass, the next, he sheathed himself completely inside me. I screamed uselessly against his cock, and he didn't wait for me to get used to the invasion, but began pounding into my burning channel. "Breathe, Shen," he ordered, not breaking his pace, and dizziness swept over me before I had the sense to do what I was told. "Stay awake. Stay with me." I could hear the concern in his voice, but I couldn't do much more than writhe underneath him, letting him flood my body over and over again, never pausing, never stopping to let me relax. I was exhausted, beyond sore, and he was still fucking me. My insides felt scrubbed raw, but every time he came, that soothing feeling would wash through me, giving me enough relief to go on. It was hours ago that I'd lost the energy to move on my own, and he'd long since given up instructing and scolding me; I was nothimg more than a rag doll now, and he'd manoeuvre me around as he saw fit. Finally, he pulled me back to lay curled up in his lap. It took me more than a few minutes to realise we'd stopped completely, and I would've cried with relief if I thought I had any tears left. Possessed by a Dream Ch. 02-B He was gently caressing the back of my neck again, and I leaned into his touch, comforted by it and grateful for it. "Rest, Shen," he murmured, and kissed my temple. I couldn't. I should've already passed out, but I was wired, my eyes hot, and unable to close, the rest of me buzzing like I was crashing off a weekend bender, and a single concern gnawed at me, keeping me alert. But my mouth wouldn't work, so I curled further into his embrace, and struggled to turn my concern into coherent thought. "I do not understand," came his tired reply to the thoughts racing around in my over-worked brain. Are we going to be okay? "Rest, Shen, we can speak later." No, I thought furiously. I can't sleep. Are we going to be okay, or should I be scared still? "Do not be scared, Shen. I would not let you die." I'm sorry. "For what? You have done nothing wrong," he assured, and pulled me closer, moving his gentle caresses from my neck to my shoulder. "Rest, Shen. You will feel better soon, you have my word." I let myself be comforted by his words, let his soothing touch lull me into a strange sense of calm, content to fall asleep in his warm embrace. When I woke, an eery silence was surrounding me, penning me in. Unsure what I'd find, I reached out, but felt only air. The sun was setting outside, streaming dark orange light into the small cabin, but my dark intruder nowhere in sight or sound. Again, I felt that strange, cold emptiness I'd experienced this morning, but no faint tingling at the back of my neck to reassure me. Biting back panic, I got up, and ignoring the protesting aches in my nody, I searched the cabin only to be disappointed. "Hey! Where are you?!" I thought I heard a murmur, but when I spun around, it wasn't to find my nightmare man there. "Hello?" Shen? I sobbed with relief. "Where are you? I can't, feel you," I said to the room, trying to keep my voice from trembling. A long moment of silence followed, and then his voice came again, faint and far away. Rest, Shen. "No! Tell me where you are, or come back." Something was wrong, very wrong, but I felt the lightest touch on my neck, and almost collapsed with the comfort it gave me. Rest, Shen. Again, those words came too faint, and I realised, not only was he commanding me, but he was failing. Breathing heavily, I fell back onto the sofa. "What's wrong? What's happening to you?" His reassuring touch grew lighter, but I focussed on his presence, willing him to stay. I waited for what felt like forever, the silence around us grating on my already frayed nerves. I am dying, Shen. "No!" My lungs were devoid of air, and I gasped, trying futilely to swallow the lump growing in my throat. I did not want you to be upset. Our pairing has failed. "No, no, please," I beggged, feeling fresh, hot tears begin to brim. "I don't want you to die, please? I'll be good, I won't eat again, I'll do what you say, just don't leave!" I can not stay, Shen. It is not your fault. It is fatal for my kind to pair with one of the same gender. I tried to make it work, but it can not. It is my fault, not yours. I couldn't hear, I couldn't listen. All I could do was sob into my hands. "I don't want you to go, please don't go," I cried, and already knowing it was useless, I grasped air. When my hands touched skin, I ignored the coldness of it, and pulled him in. He was light, too light and too cold, but I held him and kissed him desperately, refusing to let go. But no matter how much I wanted to keep holding him close, he continued to fade, and when I was finally sure I couldn't feel him anymore, I pulled back, searching blindly through my tears for him. "Don't go! I'm nothing without you!" And then I heard the last words my dark intruder, my nightmare man, would ever say to me, before disappearing forever. "You are not nothing. You are Shen." Possessed by a Dream Ch. 02 Finally, he pulled me back to lay curled up in his lap. It took me more than a few minutes to realise we'd stopped completely, and I would've cried with relief if I thought I had any tears left. He was gently caressing the back of my neck again, and I leaned into his touch, comforted by it and grateful for it. "Rest, Shen," he murmured, and kissed my temple. I couldn't. I should've already passed out, but I was wired, my eyes hot, and unable to close, the rest of me buzzing like I was crashing off a weekend bender, and a single concern gnawed at me, keeping me alert. But my mouth wouldn't work, so I curled further into his embrace, and struggled to turn my concern into coherent thought. "I do not understand," he replied to the thoughts racing around in my over-worked brain. Are we going to be okay? "Rest, Shen, we can speak later." No, I thought furiously. I can't sleep. Are we going to be okay, or should I be scared still? "Ah. I understand, now. You need not be scared. But you are too stubborn, Shen. You must listen. We are together. Sacrifices in order for our survival must be made. You can not eat what you call normal human food." I nodded into his chest to show that I understood. I'm sorry. "For what?" His gentle caresses moved to my shoulder, and he pulled me closer. For being stubborn and stupid. For almost killing us. For freaking out on you all the time. "Hm. Then I must apologise, also, Shen. I gave you little choice. I tempted you with a female, simply to see your reaction. I have hurt you badly when I should have been more careful." That girl was your doing? I laughed, of course it was. "One of my sisters. She disliked your lack of enthusiasm," he said, and I could virtually feel him smiling. "but I must admit it made me happy." We dozed on the couch, me wrapped in the warm cocoon my companion made for me, him content to keep me that way. I could remember being angry at him, earlier, but I couldn't remember why, and instead of trying to figure it out, I rolled into the comfort of his embrace. My dark intruder, my dream angel, my nightmare man. For the hundredth time, I tried to sift through my incoherent thoughts for a suitable name for him, his nature, his way. He was no longer an intruder, and I wasn't in a nightmare, not anymore. He was just my dark man, and no words would ever exist to describe him well enough. Dama. "What is Dama?" My word for you. Drink. I smiled as my Dama needed no more encouragement. Possessed by a Dream Ch. 03 Author's Note: Hopefully if you're reading this series for the first time you will have noticed on my profile page a note begging you not to read chapter 2B if you were looking for a continuation. If you didn't happen to, I'm sorry. I hope you enjoy the new chapters anyway, as they pick up from the end of chapter 2. Thanks again to Tap04950 for your editing prowess, your input has been most welcome. ----- Some part of me was saying 'ouch'. It was his fault; it always is. Since stealing my life and giving me a new one forever involving him, this incubus has been terrorising my - no, our - body. Living in my head before I got possessed was hard, but sharing it with a separate soul - with its own thoughts and feelings - is all but impossible. It took a few months. Despite his adamant refusal that I'm not weak, it was pretty clear straight up that he was far stronger than me. After the honeymoon period though, things started happening. Weird things. I'd wake up out in the woods and Dama would have no explanation for me. His answer: 'Drink, Shen', while at the time would seem like a good idea, always left me wondering. It's been three months since Dark Man stole us away from the world and we started living here. I don't remember much from the beginning, other than that first-time-with-a-guy-out-of-this-world sex. When he feels talkative(which is barely ever) he tells me a little about the world he's from -- sex demons, pheromones and samba -- but most of the time we wander in the forest, discovering different parts of the woods or fucking around in them. Sighing to myself, I rolled over and fell off a log. So that was the reason for the pain. Why were we sleeping outside again? I could see the cabin not too far from where he'd left our body. Why was it impossible for him to make that last few yards back to the warmth and safety of home? Dama. If knocking on my temples would help wake him up, I'd do it. But I know I'll just look like a mental patient, which doesn't really matter while we're still living in isolation; better not to start bad habits now, though, just in case we ever do go back to the city. Dama! I concentrated as hard as I could on getting his attention while closing my eyes to the early morning light. But fuck, it was cold out, and my hip was still sore from lying on that fucking log. "Shen?" Bout time, I grumbled irritably. What the fuck are we doing out here, again? "Hm. I am hungry-" No! You're not getting anything until I get a fucking answer! I got my answer: silence. Seething through my teeth, I picked us up and dragged us back to the cabin, heading straight for the shower. It still spooks me to see my different reflection. I'd been skinny, pale and blonde, once. Now I look like a dark skinned, dark haired god of ages. Freaks me out and does my head in, but I still see something of my old self in my eyes, and that's enough. Hey, try losing your physical perception of yourself for a day. Let me know how you go with that. Sighing again to myself I let go of a little of the anger at waking up naked, outdoors. I turned the shower taps and let the hot water seep into our sore muscles. Feeling the familiar warm hand in the small of our back told me he was still paying attention to me and listening to my thoughts, and since I usually get one or the other and not both at the same time, I focussed my thoughts back on him. You could at least get us back inside if you're gonna go traipsing around the forest at night. It's not good to fall asleep naked outside. It had to be impossible not to know I was pissed; he knew he'd have to give me an answer, a real answer, soon. "We are safe." What does that even mean? I wondered, frowning to myself. The hot water made my feet and fingers tingle, and two hands drew up my sides to wrap around my torso as I washed my hair. "There is... another." My heart sped up a notch and I stilled the fingers raking over my nipples with my soapy hands. What do you mean 'another'? Another like you? Like us? "We are safe," he repeated. "There is no reason for your fear. He is like I was, before I joined with you." What does he want? So another incubus was out there and they knew we were here? I quickly rinsed myself off and got dry. Dama felt like he was standing at a distance. It's funny, sometimes it feels like we're stuck together, side by side like glue; sometimes it feels like he's literally under my skin, feeling things as I feel them. But these other times, when I feel as though he's standing away from me, that's when I get scared I'll lose him. "He wants to join with another male, like I did with you. Shen-" God, another guy? I felt bad for whichever sucker out there was going to get it. Those first few weeks were a royal fuck-up I've happily decided to forget. My life went downhill fast and hard before we finally got our shit together. Dama once told me he'd had no choice but to fill me with his essence. Basically flooding me with him was the only way he could survive the initial feeding. After he told me that, I told him I didn't need to know any more. "That is why he seeks us." What? "Our story is known. An incubus should not be able to join with a human male; it is not possible to find sustenance with one without dying afterwards. Shen, I-" But you're not dead, and he thinks he can do it, too. "Yes. Shen..." Slipping a hand around my waist, I was pulled in and his arms wrapped around me again. Pressing his lips against mine, Dama was surprisingly gentle, running his hands through my hair as we lazily kissed. "I want you," he whispered low against my ear. I wonder if he's programmed my body to react to that simple phrase. Every time I hear it, I feel weak and ready to melt into him and at the same time I still get nervous and excited. What a pansy-ass I am. Before I could even get another thought out though, he'd abruptly pulled me up and sat me on the edge of the bathroom sink. I could hear my hitched breaths as his strong hips touched my inner thighs and his cock nudged at my entrance. "Relax, Shen." That now-familiar light headedness dulled my mind and body so he could take his time thrusting into my unresisting hole. Closing my eyes and moaning into his neck, I felt my whole being melt and shudder as he slowly filled me up with his thick shaft. His cock grazed my prostate, sending sparks of sensation up my spine. I pushed the thought at him that I wanted his cock in my mouth and was immediately gifted with it. Running my tongue along the underside of him, he began a slow and steady rhythm fucking of my needy channel. I knew I wouldn't take long, but Dama had other ideas. He wanted me to feel every inch of him as he pulled out of me. The buzzing in my ears only grew louder as I hummed on the cock filling my mouth. I wanted to squirm and wriggle to get him to move with a little more urgency, but the fucker was holding my hips still. As he pushed back into my ass again, the cock in my mouth grew bigger. I'd begun to revel in the way it made my lips stretch and kept me on the edge of gagging from the sheer size of it. It moved as I sucked, matching his full, languid thrusts and I groaned at being fucked simultaneously at each end. The cock deep in my throat came first. I'd come to expect it as it was his essence that filled and warmed me and gave me this incredible itch deep in my core that only his cock could scratch. I swallowed desperately fast while my throat was massaged and as the itch grew more insistent, his fucking of my tightening passage grew harder, matching my need with his force. When his cock left my mouth, it was only to be replaced by his lips and I sucked hungrily on his tongue while another warm mouth engulfed my cock. I was squirming now, rocking my hips to slam myself hard against his fucking tool so I could get relief from that pleasurable ache. His two tongues fucked my mouth and my cock-hole simultaneously, taking over every sense I had left with his power. Grasping him by the shoulders, I came sudden and hard, shaking and rocking and moaning all at once as pleasure burst from my cock out to every nerve. I could feel his smile as he pulled me in even closer and followed my climax with his own. His burning hot essence pulsing out of him and into me flooded my sensitised prostate and made me scream in ecstasy before I crashed to oblivion. When I woke again, it was night. This happens sometimes. I've gotten used to it; it's especially easy not to be bothered by a few missed hours as I don't often feel hungry, tired, or cold these days. I opened my eyes to find myself lying on the sofa bed, half on the mattress and half on my fuzzy dark lover's chest. I wondered sleepily about what he'd said before, and why he hadn't said anything before now. Tell me more about this other one. Dama sighed but relented. "He comes every few nights. I sense him at the border of our territory." Our territory? "Yes. It is clearly marked. No others will come this way." Except him. "He wants to meet you." Why? If he's seen you then hasn't he - kind of - already? Dama was quiet for a while, making me wonder if I'd said something he didn't understand. We have what I call 'culture differences'. He doesn't understand a lot of normal human behaviour, if my behaviour could ever be called normal. I'd call him simple, but that doesn't really explain it, his brain is just wired differently. Well, he's a fucking demon, what do you expect? "I continue to refuse him. I will keep you safe." I rubbed my eyes and scratched my head. What does an incubus want with another incubus's...? Wait, what am I? Okay, that's definitely a question to avoid asking myself again, ever. What does an incubus want with a human male? Why can't he find himself a nice girl to settle down with? For that matter, why couldn't you? "We do not 'settle down'. We feed on your sexual energy." Yeah, yeah, settling down and 'never to be parted' means the same thing. "Food is scarce." That was impossible. There are more people these days than there ever was. The human race just keeps multiplying and multiplying. Food shouldn't be scarce; it should be abundant. I shook my head; there had to be more to it than that. "Humans are abundant. Their energy is not. Sexual satisfaction amongst humans is available more now than it was. Humans no longer rely on fantasies when they can fulfil their desires when awake." Images flashed across my vision; shadowy scenes of my dark intruder creeping into the bedrooms of women while they slept. I watched while Dama slipped into dreams and fucked them until they screamed. Once his hunger was satisfied he left them drained and shaking. Brought back to the present, I found his explanation did make more sense, actually. A twinge of jealousy bit at the edge of my mind though; I didn't like that Dama had shown me images of his past exploits, heck, I didn't like that I didn't like it! But his incubus friend, he was going to die if he tried feeding on a human male, Dama had said it himself. Unless he does to some poor, unsuspecting bastard what Dama did to me, I scoffed, not bothering to hide my leftover bitterness. "There is no guarantee that it will work. You almost killed us. Twice." I grimaced at the mere memory of the 'baked bean incident'. If there was one thing I could swap out of in this relationship it would be the food. I defy anyone to insist they'd rather a couple of mouthfuls of cum to a burger. But then, there is that annoyingly satisfying feeling it gives me. Damn him. Another thought occurred to me, then. So why does he want a guy? Why not a girl? "It is... complicated." Try me, I thought, frowning. This was a person's life he was talking about, and I suddenly felt strangely possessive of my fellow humans. When I thought a little harder about it though, I realised it had more to do with wanting to know why I was chosen than anything else. "Human males of your age are strong and desire sex frequently. Human females do not often wield strength and sex at the same time. For the transformation to work, one would need a human of enough strength to withstand the strain of transformation on their body, as well as the appetite to absorb the essence required during the transformation for the coupling to work." Aha, so here was the truth of the matter. Dama chose me because I was fit and able enough to survive the coupling, not because he wanted me. I was suddenly angry. Not because of what I'd just figured out, but because I wanted to cry and I fucking hate crying. So I'm just another meal, after all. "You are not," came his rumbling reply. I tried to pull away but he held me close in his arms. Damn his strength! "You are Shen. You are the one I desire. Yes, I hunted you because of my desperation. I believed taking your essence would end me. But once I tasted you, I could not give you up, not even for death." I squirmed slightly where I lay, feeling well chastised. Only Dama could say something with such a serious tone and make me blush. Feeling a little embarrassed and not sure what to say in return, I put an arm back over his chest and rested my head on his shoulder. Were you afraid? "No. I did not learn fear until I met you," he replied, nuzzling the top of my head. If this other one tries to bond with a human male... Will it be the same for them as it was for me, us? Dama shrugged and shuffled lower on the day-bed so he could gently nibble the top of my ear. "I do not think so. My brother has endured longer without sustenance. He will not be patient and he will not be gentle." Brother? "We are all brothers... and sisters..." One big happy family... He's going to kill himself then. I slumped a little. And he'll kill the one he chooses. You can't help him? "No. I must keep you safe. To help him we would need to return to the human city, and you wanted to leave there. I do not want to feel shame again, Shen. It was unpleasant." Pushing me onto my back, he leaned over and began lightly kissing and suckling the tender spot behind my ear. The thought of going back would have frozen me if it weren't for his warm lips pressing against my skin, sweeping my nervousness away. We could go to a different city, somewhere no one knows who I am... I won't feel ashamed if we go some place I won't be recognised. Capturing my lips in a heated kiss, we duelled tongues passionately and I couldn't help but arch up toward him. I don't want any humans to die because I didn't help, and I don't want one of your kind to die because you didn't help. If he wants me to meet with him, then that's what I'll do. As if giving me a reward, Dama settled between my legs and hooked his arm under my left knee, forcing the breath out of me as he pulled my leg up to my chest, opening me to him. I bit my lip, not at all surprised that he was pressing his hard cock at my entrance, but completely shocked at what I'd just said. Could I really just waltz back into civilisation? "Shen..." He drew my attention back by thrusting into my waiting body, making me grunt through my teeth at the sudden intrusion. "Drink, Shen." I obediently opened my mouth, figuring he was going to fuck me unconscious again. Probably so he can meet his 'brother' again, I thought as I swallowed the torrent of warm, salty seed already bursting from his cock. Instead of letting up, the cock in my mouth continued to let loose a steady stream of his essence, forcing me to swallow more often than usual, making me concentrate more on what I was doing than I normally would. I couldn't give over to the hungry itching sensation when I had to swallow his cum every few seconds and I began to frown, feeling uneasy, like I was about to get tossed in the deep end. He hadn't moved from when he'd first thrust into me, and I became restless. If he was going to fill my stomach completely with him I was soon going to be very nearly insatiable. Panicking a little, I pushed the thought at him to do something: to move the cock buried in my ass, to stop feeding me his cum, but it was like Dama wasn't listening, which wasn't entirely unusual, just not in this situation. A dissenting gurgle came from my stomach, and as I continued to swallow and moan around his cock I broke out in a sweat. The ache to have that invisible inner itch scratched was reaching out from my prostate. I struggled but he had me easily held down and I felt the maddening sensation travel up my spine and reach around from my back to my chest. Beckoning him to respond, I struggled again, more earnestly this time, trying futilely to wriggle and squirm my wrists free of his grip. Dama, Dama, Dama! Come on, wake up, Dama, move it! Please! Do something! Panic turned to desperation and desperation turned to sheer terror as I realised I was unable to keep swallowing the cum forcing its way down my throat. I could feel it start to escape between my lips and began to shake with overwhelming fear. The usual pleasant buzzing in my ears was so loud it was like waves crashing endlessly and Dama was still silent and unmoving above me. Every single part of my body was fighting now, fighting to breathe, fighting to escape, and fighting to live. I was sure I was going to die but I refused to stop kicking uselessly against him. For the first time in almost three months, I thought I must be having a nightmare. Everything stopped. The deafening roar, the drowning river, the death vision, and the itch that had driven me to breaking point. The whole world was silent, and I closed my eyes in relief. Big mistake. Freezing cold air rushed up all around me as though I was falling head first down a pitch black hole - and then everything came back. With a vengeance. I was blind, I couldn't see a thing - but it didn't matter. Dama was holding me tightly against himself and I could feel my body demanding satisfaction from his hot body in return. I could hear the deafening buzzing but just over the din of it, my own voice, begging Dama over and over again to fuck me. He hushed and soothed me and ran his hands through my hair but it wasn't doing any good. I knew I sounded like some kind of desperate butt-boy crying to be fucked, but if Dama didn't give it to me soon I'd lose myself completely. "Come this way." What? I didn't get what he meant but I was pulled along anyway. I still couldn't see and felt like I must be walking like someone who needs to pee, but I needed that fat cock of his up my ass now and there weren't no two ways about it. "Sit, Shen." I was turned around to face away from Dama and he put his hand over my mouth. Quick to do as I was told, I sat squarely on his lap and howled behind his hand as I was swiftly and fully impaled. The relief was so immediate, though, I didn't bother waiting for him to move before I raised myself up and slammed back down on his cock, shuddering with the pure pleasure it gave me. So frenzied by the need to be fucked, I was lost to everything else and it was only after my orgasm tore through me that I gained back a little sense and vision. Again! I demanded, ignoring my ragged breaths and aching thighs. Now that I had some sight, as blurry as it was, I squinted to try and see more than fog moving about in front of us. Dama obliged, effortlessly lifting me up and turning me around to straddle him. As soon as I was sitting impaled on his lap again, I aimed for where the fuzzy outline of his lips were and bit his bottom lip. Possessed by a Dream Ch. 03 Don't ever do that to me again, fucker! I growled angrily and he snarled in return, pulling my head back by my hair with one hand to stop me from biting his lip and grabbing my hip with the other. Growling again, he started pulling me at a powerful pace back and forth over his lap. Grinding his cock against my prostate constantly was sending me sky-rocketing again and I pulled my head free of his grip, ripping a few strands of hair from my scalp and mashed my lips against his in a fierce kiss as I climaxed for the second time. Sore assed and tired, I hugged the incubus embracing me tightly, ready to and yet completely unwilling to cry. I couldn't stop my chin trembling, either, no matter how hard I pressed my hand against it. Please, please, please don't do that to me again. I was so scared, I thought I was gonna die. Feeling a little more in control of myself, I realised as I slowly leaned back that I was still impaled by my Dark Man's cock. Smiling slightly, I moved my butt a little, making him moan in return. But when I looked at him, Dama had changed. He was no longer wearing human features. What I sat on was no less than demonic in appearance. His skin was hard muscle and ink black; his eyes shone fiery orange-red. "Shen? Do you now fear me?" I shook my head. Regardless of the fact that I was stuffed full of his essence which only kept fanning the flames of sexual need I had for him, his appearance didn't change the fact that he was still Dama, my dark intruder. Yeah, okay, so I might not be too happy about getting fucked by a demon while he looks like a demon, that doesn't mean I don't want him. "I'm sorry I frightened you, Shen. But fear was needed to bring you here. One must prove one can withstand the underworld plane if one is to walk it. I thought you would prefer fear to pain or sorrow." What? The underworld plane? Looking over his shoulder and around us, I saw we were in the woods, but it was misty like someone had thrown a thick grey veil over the world. I tempted rubbing one eye, but the veil remained. Where are we? "The underworld plane. You would call it the demon plane. Humans live on a separate plane to demons, and it is through night and shadow that we cross over into your realm." But it looks like home. Kind of. "It is, kind of." He smiled and showed off a set of razor sharp teeth, forcing me to stem a shiver. I decided I'd done enough sight-seeing for one lifetime and wanted to go home, but Dama gently eased his cock out of me and pulled me off his lap. He stood me up before standing and brushing himself down. He was still erect, and I was more than happy to go home to keep doing what my tired body wanted so badly, but he shook his head and pointed into the distance. He gently began herding me to where-ever we were headed with his hand on my back. "You said you would meet my brother." I thought you meant we had to go to the city to meet him. I had cum drying on my skin, not a good look when making first impressions, but Dama only reacted with a cough. "No. We must go to the city to help him, but he wanted to meet with you, first." Oh. Duh. I shook my head, trying to clear it and get my thoughts on track. I was far from cured of the itchy sex fever, but I wanted out of this weird, bad horror-movie place and I wanted Dama back to the way he normally looked; frosted glass and all. Possessed by a Dream Ch. 04 Author's note: Wow, so it's been a while! Before you read on, I'd like to shout out to a lovely lady of a certain lucky number for dropping a line and reminding me there are people out there who enjoy the tales I have here. I've been a bad girl, hoarding away my chapters, tweaking here, correcting there, and publishing nothing to Lit in the meantime. As this chapter has had only my superficial editing, my apologies for any errors. Give me a few more chapters and my self-edits may improve. ~~~~~~ If someone had turned around to me three months ago and asked me 'Hey Mark, fancy getting butt-fucked by a demon and possessed for the rest of your life cos your sex tastes so good?' I probably would've decked 'em. Well, it happened. And it didn't just happen, it knocked me on my ass. So now I'm being led through an 'underworld plane' by the incubus possessing me, on a mission to find his brother a willing sacrifice (poor bastard) to go through what I've been through. Anyone wanna give me a 'hell no'? Dama, where is he? "This way." That fucking itch was still there. It wasn't overwhelming every god given sense I had like it was when I first got here – Dama had obliged me twice already – but it was demanding more satisfaction with every step I took. I wondered if it was normal for a demon to walk around the underworld realm woods nude with a human in tow. A thought struck me as I glanced sideways at his working glutes: he didn't disappear here like he did in the human plane. Dama walked beside me in his bold, naked glory, clear-as-day demon view; black skin, fiery eyes and all. I was reassured he actually was my Dama by his hand on the small of my back, and I wondered if a demon were to visit us in the human plane if they'd be able to see him. "Yes, Shen," he offered, giving me a small smile. Fucked up idiot that I am, as soon as he looked at me I wanted to jump him. Yes, black skin, fiery eyes, demonic aura and all. I warned my eyes that if they locked on his ass one more time I'd pluck them out, but I couldn't stop my mind asking for a good dicking, anyway. "Not yet. We must return to your plane before you're found." I had thought the woods were our territory and frowned back at him. "They are, but you are on the underworld plane. There are few who obey the rules." Great. Such nice places you take me. "Stop." I stopped and leaned in a little closer to feel his body heat. No, that came out wrong. I leaned in closer because I was still dizzy from the crash landing. Yep, much more manly. "You brought it. I didn't think you would." Because of the grey, misty veil, I couldn't see much farther than about thirty feet from where we stood. A dark shadow was moving toward us, though, that I could tell, and I held my breath, remembering quite suddenly and far too late that I was naked with my own cum drying on my stomach and thighs. But hey, what's normal, anymore? A guy's gotta keep his options open, and it's not like anyone's going to see me out in the middle of nowhere. Besides, Dama hates clothes, not that I walk around nude just for him. Well, not always just for him. "Shen chose to come. I will protect him. You're warned." I looked up at Dama's expression but he subtly shook his head while still looking at the advancing shadow. It stopped a little ahead of us, and then was suddenly in front of me. Before I could reel back from shock, I was staring at the broad, black back of my incubus, watching his muscles bunch in agitation. Dama held me behind him and hissed and growled at the shadow and I imagined he was probably baring those sharp teeth at it, too. "Step back." The shadow moved away again and quickly reduced, thickening and changing shape until it formed itself into a humanoid shape. Enthralled, I watched it take the same form of Dama, much taller but not as dark in colour. This incubus was marbled with grey, a marbling which shifted with his movements. He still had the same fiery eyes as Dama, and they roamed over me curiously while I stood there looking like a little bitch quivering naked behind my bad-ass demon protector. "This is your human, then. I see your essence in it, brother." Putting aside the x-ray vision comment, the voice was more melodic than I'd expected. Dama spoke in stilted sentences as though he only had limited knowledge of English, but this one, he knew how to speak fluidly, as though coercing a lover. Of course, ya idiot, I thought, rolling my eyes at myself. "Speak your piece, brother," Dama replied icily, stepping aside but still standing mostly in front of me. He must have still been pissed about his family member coming up on us too fast. "Will you let it speak for itself, brother?" "If he wishes to, he will." I looked at Dama blankly. I hadn't physically said a word in months. The best I'd done since he took me away from civilisation were the moans and screams he tore out of me during sex. The idea of actually speaking seemed utterly perplexing for a moment. "I can speak," I offered weakly, cringing at the sound of my soft voice. "How old are you, human?" "Twenty-four." "What was your purpose in the human world?" Huh? "What was your duty?" Dama elaborated. Oh, right... "Dock worker. Unloading and loading heavy crates." I wanted to tug on Dama's arm to get me out of here. Besides the weirdness of speaking out loud again, the itch was starting to get the better of me. Too much longer and I'd be hopping from one foot to the other in anticipation. "How many lovers have you had, human?" "Um, I dunno... Six? Seven?" "Which is it, six or seven?" The incubus pressed, his head cocked to the side. I hated the way he looked at me, scrutinising me with those squinted fire eyes. He reminded me of my fifth grade math teacher expecting non-existent homework. I was tempted to tell him to shove it. Dama coughed. "Seven," he answered for me. "My brother has been trying to explain why your situation is... special," the incubus continued. "Why you have both survived and why I would fail." "If you pick the wrong human, they'll die," I said, Dama nodding along with me. "I don't care if the human lives, I care only if I live," he replied, and I imagined kicking him in the balls to see if he lived through that. Dama coughed again. "Shen, tell him what you told me." Which part? Oh, that's right. "I don't want a human to die because I didn't help, and I don't want one of Dama's brothers to die because he didn't help. That's what we came to offer. If you don't like it, go ahead and get yourself killed, see if I care," I finally said. I knew Dama was already thinking of ways to make me pay for that last remark, but I didn't care; his 'brother' was an asshole and I wanted to go home. "Such spirit this one has, brother. I am impressed. Very well, I will take your offer, human. The hunting territories have grown smaller, however I have sway with several Succubi holding large cities. You may choose from Tokyo, London, Mexico City or New York." What? God! I thought, biting my lip. I know none of those places, but they'd be huge. Tokyo would have the highest population but mostly Japanese speakers. If he doesn't know Japanese, or the guy doesn't know English... Better not. Mexico? Tough guys, yeah, maybe not as refined as he'd like, though, and there could be culture or language barriers, there, too... "Well?" "He considers your options deeply, brother," Dama replied quickly before I could open my mouth; I threw silent thanks to him. London, yeah, maybe – at least they'd all speak English. I still don't know the area so I'd have to take a few guesses at where to go. New York might have more buff guys but this guy's too much of a dick to put up with a loud-mouth. It'll have to be London and we hope for the best. "London," I said, sighing at the decision. "You better be sure, human. I have no time to waste." Dama growled low again, but the incubus just raised an eyebrow at him in turn. "Dama, can we go now?" "Yes, yes, do. You're scent of desire is probably heralding all sorts of nasty demons this way," the asshole demon sneered at me. "Be better prepared to travel tomorrow afternoon. If I must kill a few humans because you're wasting time fucking yourself stupid, I won't be to blame." If I'd had half my wits, I would've gone for a punch to his fucking face, but as it was I just stood there with my jaw hanging open, watching him disperse into dark fog again. "Come, Shen. We must leave." I nodded eagerly. Get me the fuck outta here. Pulling me in close to his chest again, all it took was one inhalation of him to know I was shortly going to be doing precisely what that bastard just teased me about. "Close your eyes, Shen. This will feel strange." Doing as I was told, I wrapped my arms around his waist and held on for dear life. The whoosh of cold air all around us scared the living daylights out of me, but we were suddenly standing in the woods at home. Peeking around, I was relieved to see it was home, not that weird, misty place I'd been dragged unwittingly into. Before I had a chance to fully appreciate the human realm, Dama pushed us into the cabin. "Did you need to have those thoughts, Shen?" He asked while I made us a beeline for the sofa bed. "It would have been rude to laugh in front of my brother," he added in an exasperated tone. Okay, the tone might not have been at my earlier behaviour, it might have had something to do with my mind already telling him to hurry up and fuck me. Oh, wait, was that why you were coughing? To stop from laughing? I smirked and was halfway through a witty retort, but Dama cut me off with a command to close my eyes. Then his lips were on mine, which effectively blew away any more chances for coherent thought. I could taste the hunger in his kiss, the demand of it, and the power that wouldn't allow for any fight against it. He kept me still and dominated my mouth with his, leaving me little choice but to let him. When he finally broke away, I didn't even get a chance to ask for it before he pushed me onto my back and pulled my legs up over his right shoulder. Commanding me to hold myself open for him, I quickly obeyed, my cock already excited and springing to life as I held a hand on each ass cheek. He drove his cock the whole way into me in one thrust, locking an arm over my thighs to hold me flat against him while I screamed and bucked uselessly, torn between wanting to get him off and loving every inch of him stretching my aching hole. I proudly managed to settle my voice down to a stream of cries, and thrashed my head side to side as he ploughed into me. My legs shook tremendously as with every thrust he grazed my hot spot and fucked deeper. I wanted his cock in my mouth again, as stupid as that thought was, but he refused me straight away. "You have had too much, Shen," he replied, and I groaned at the lighter pace. Instead, I felt the wet warmth of his mouth cover my cock in one gulp, sucking hard as he resumed the unrelenting fucking of my channel. Arching and rocking up to get more of that warm, wet tightness around my throbbing arousal, he held me still again. I writhed, dazed as every thrust smacked my prostate and every suckle on the head of my cock coaxed more pre-cum. Staring at my eyelids, every other sense felt lifted. I hated the sound of my own voice catching with every breath, but I couldn't stop the cries spilling out of me. I could feel his tongue snaking all over the head of my cock, flicking and licking in circles around my slit before making its slippery ribbon way down my urethra, thrusting into my cock-hole in time with his fucking. His teeth nibbled under my knee, and by sheer force of will my eyes snapped open as I remembered those sharp fangs he'd smiled at me with on the underworld plane. Very suddenly I lost the fever and lay there wide-eyed and panting, freaked out at the memory and wishing he'd take his fucking mouth off my cock. "Shen?" Dama withdrew completely and gently lay my legs down. I was still breathing fast when his fuzzy outline sat beside me, watching me curiously. "It's your teeth," I mumbled as I struggled to sit up and rubbed my face with my hands. I need a minute. "If you go much longer without release, it will be painful." Well, I don't have an answer. "I do. Shen, my teeth won't hurt you on this plane." I knew that, I did. It was just the mental image that I couldn't erase. "Very well." With that, he pushed me back down onto the bed. Straddling me with a knee on either side of my body, Dama slowly lowered himself down until I could feel the head of my cock pushing at his entrance. Wait... "No, Shen. I must have your essence." Grasping his hips to stop him from moving was useless, he was too strong for me to stop in this position and slid himself slowly onto me, his head back and eyes closed. We'd only done this once, ever, and that was just a dream, which when it all comes down to it, isn't all that different when you're fucking an incubus. I was surprised at my annoyance that he wouldn't pay attention to what I wanted. Shouldn't I be happy to be on top? Isn't that normal? Why did the idea of fucking Dama scare me? Those thoughts flew out the window the moment I was sheathed inside that excruciatingly hot, tight glove. He was shuddering above me, his hands on my shoulders. His eyes were still closed and I tried to silently will him to open them. He wasn't moving but still seemed like he was in pain; this wasn't what I wanted. I didn't want my sudden and irrational fear make him resort to this. Shen... Biting my lip, I was trying to squint to see every little change in Dama's expression. He leaned forward, lifting himself ever so slightly, my cock sliding out of his clenched channel. I groaned at the exquisite friction, running my hands down his flexing thighs. "Dama?" Shen... Please move. Shit. Okay, I can do this. Drawing a hand behind his neck, I pulled Dama in to gently kiss and wrapped my other arm around his waist to keep him as close against me as I could. Slowly lifting my hips, I pushed into him. His body was so tight; I could barely get any depth. Pulling away from my kiss, I made sure I was looking into his eyes. "Relax," I ordered and he melted against me at once. I hadn't expected him to, and my cock slid further into his channel, making me arch up at the exquisite sensation and pushing my cock even deeper into him. I was shocked that Dama had obeyed my command. But I was too caught up in his embrace to give a damn right now. Instead I made shallow, gentle thrusts, aiming for his sweet spot. I knew it wouldn't be long before the need in me would take over again but I wanted him to feel good before it did. He hummed low against my neck, his cock growing and caught in the friction of our bodies while my hands rocked his hips back and forth. His perfectly round globes undulated under my fingertips, urging me on. I could feel every nerve ending being grasped by his passage as I stroked him inside. My encroaching orgasm was gaining speed, but I came quietly, pressing our lips together and moaning into his mouth. Every part of him clutched at me as I thrust erratically, filling him with my cum. The need abated, and I felt his desire to crawl under my skin. Focusing on moving aside, I opened to him and his weight on me grew less and less until he was inside me again, filling every space in my body I was already occupying. I knew he'd take me over when I fell asleep again, would more than likely drive my body to orgasm at least a dozen times while I slumbered, but I didn't care. We drifted together in total bliss. Possessed by a Dream Ch. 05 Author's note: Apologies for the delay, I had a few issues with this chapter. Good news is, the next few should come a bit more regularly; I'll aim for one per month. Enjoy! How many strapping young lads does it take to screw an Incubus? It took little coercion to get my dark intruder to let me sleep through transit. When I told him I wasn't buying a return ticket to Heathrow, Dama said—in his usual no-nonsense tone—that he would 'handle' it. I didn't want to know the details and he knew it. So, just like when he'd moved us out to the middle of nowhere, I slept. I had no idea how much time passed, and I didn't hear him calling me when I woke to find myself on my knees beside the stainless-steel sink of a cramped amenities cubicle, gagging behind the cock engulfed by my mouth and throat. Panic bit into me before I realised it was Dama who had a hand on each side of my face, fucking my mouth in a steady rhythm. I wondered dazedly if I was still dreaming, and was answered by a low chuckle. "If you scream the stewardess will interrupt," he teased in a low murmur. So it was an airplane toilet. I suppressed a moan as his cock slid along my tongue, nudging the back of my throat. It was slick with the salty cum he must have shot while I'd slept, and I doubted I'd be able to keep quiet if he had already sent a load to my gut. I really hate this guy. Releasing me suddenly from my task, Dama pulled me to my feet and pushed me over the sink while I tried to pick my brain up off the floor. He faded to the background in less than a second, leaving me to stare at our dishevelled hair, bruised lips and hazy expression. And then just as suddenly he slithered his way from the soles of my feet, up my legs, running unbearable tingling sensations just under my skin and yet so deeply through my core. He seared his way up my stomach and chest to spread out to my shoulders, sizzling through the veins in my arms to my fingertips and up my neck to my hairline. Oh, god! My knees grew weak at those slightest-of-touches and it was only having my chest pushed down on the cold stainless steel sink that kept me standing. He was zoning in on all the parts of me that craved attention, pressing every nerve, stretching me in ways I couldn't remember ever feeling before. Fingers ran under the skin around the base of my already hard cock and then the warmth of his lips encompassed just the head of my tool, sealing it in wet suction. Please don't make me moan, I begged, grimacing at our reflection. I was desperate to keep silent, knowing what he was going to do to me. Dama didn't answer but licked back and forth under the aching head of my cock, teasing me to unbearable heights. I fought the instinct to whine aloud and focussed instead on demanding he hurry the fuck up -- people would want to use the amenities, and not for what we were doing. "As you wish." Though I kept my eyes closed, I could sense his evil grin, and imagined his satisfied smirk and sharp fangs glinting at me as I felt the rustle of my pants hit the floor. Warm hands on either side of my bare ass were the only warnings I received. As soon as they spread me wide, his cock was at my hole, mercilessly invading resisting muscle. I automatically clenched against him, but the burning pain of the intrusion forced me to relax and accept his tool as it inched inside. His hands roved up my back to the front of my shoulders, pressing me against him as he withdrew. With that first thrust Dama almost threw me to my knees as he nailed my tender gland. The burn dulled to a strange ache as he drove into me again and again, slamming against that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes. The prospect of getting caught scared me silent, but every gasp in was forced out of me. I held onto the sink for dear life as Dama pummelled my channel, steadily stroking me inside toward a mind-blowing orgasm. Building deep within, I feared the moment when the wave would crash. But I had no control over it, and ecstasy writhed up my body before I knew it. Tensing uselessly against my climax, I came hard, pushing back and fucking myself on his tool as he held still, letting my aching passage milk the cum out of him. An annoying, clanging sound pulled me back to reality. I was completely lax in Dama's arms, but I tried hearing for the sound again as we waited for my breathing to return to normal. "Sir? Do you need assistance?" I bit back a yelp as Dama withdrew and stared at our eyes in the lavatory mirror. He was sure to see the panic in my eyes, the pleading I wouldn't dare think aloud. "Sleep." ~~~~~~ It wasn't too hard locating gay bars in London, but Dama's brother had insisted he would only attempt this once. He would allow only one night to both choose and hunt his prey. I wear pants when I have to around the woods, but the extra bulk of a shirt, belt, and shoes was a little more than I was comfortable with. Unfortunately for me, Dama had decided I would be in control while we were out. He left his hand on my back while I walked from the hotel at ten to the nearest of the clubs I'd picked; I could feel him listening in the back of my mind. God this is fucking weird. I'm not gay. What if guys look at my junk? Dama was silent, but I knew he was watching every part of me like a hawk. I consoled myself, flashing my ID at the bouncer, that if he were to talk to me, he'd say 'You are not gay. You are Shen.' Not to sound like a complete dweeb, but I'm used to natural light, wood surrounds and no music. Stepping into this club was like walking through a loud neon trash can, curious eyes scanning me from head to toe and making their pre-emptive decisions. Suddenly I felt very self-conscious. Pay attention. A sharp pinch bit into my spine, making me lurch forward toward the bar. Grumbling to myself, I scanned the crowd. I hoped to hell I was looking casual leaning an elbow on the bar and cracked my neck before ordering a light beer. The barman was friendly and I wondered how many kegs he carried around each night. "Hey, is that your Beemer on the street?" I glanced beside me at the person touching my arm and speaking and almost fell over. The guy looked so young I was sure he was illegal. "Uh, um, no, I didn't drive," I stuttered back over the noisy background music, shocked to be spoken to, let alone speaking myself. "Oh, you're not English?" I shook my head. Fuck, fuck, fuck, what do I say? Dama turned my head to the beer in my hand and I eagerly took the hint and faked a swig from it. "No, just visiting for a few days," I replied once I'd given myself a few seconds to think. "Oh, right? You here alone?" I nodded and pretended to drink more beer. "Yeah, I'm um, just..." Fuck what do I say!? "Exploring." "Oh, that's cool," the boy said, grinning wide for a reason I had dire suspicions about. "I'm John," he continued, sticking a skinny hand out for me to shake. "I'm here with a few friends. We usually hit this place before Hammerhead. You heard of it?" "No," I said again, shaking my head. I couldn't pretend to drink again, he'd notice the beer wasn't going down; I'd lost my excuse not to talk. "It's great, beats this place. But the drinks are cheaper here," he continued, perplexing me. Was I being hit on? Or was I hitting on him? Fuck, I had no idea what I was doing and ran my hand through my hair. "Hey, if you're not with anyone, why don't you come hang with us? We've got a table at the back, there," he said, pointing with one hand and touching my arm with the other again. Something roiled in the pit of my stomach. Dama wanted me to go with John, but not for him. We both agreed that this boy wouldn't make a long-lasting meal for an incubus. "Sure, I'm gonna get myself another drink though, what're you guys drinking? My round." Oh, god, do gay guys call themselves 'guys'? What if I've just offended him? It didn't look like it from his excited expression, and he told me a round of beers would be cool. I held back a sigh of relief when he ordered for me, glad to be handing over the cash that Dama had supplied me with. John helped me carry the bottles through the dance-floor and my eyes skirted the bodies dancing to see if I could find anyone with more muscle and a few more years' experience in their eyes. Suddenly we were standing in front of a table of a group of guys, John handing beers around, and I bit my tongue, doing the same and checking out faces as I did. "Hey guys, this is... Oh shit, sorry, what's your name again?" I gave him a confused look for a second. What do I call myself? Shen? Mark? Just thinking my old name made me feel like I had a bad taste on my tongue and I frowned at myself in annoyance. "Don't tell us you've forgotten, mate," one of them joked, and I broke out of my idiotic looking silence to give him a smile. "Maybe he's gonna make one up," laughed another. "Shen." "Wow, that is too weird to make up," John commented, pointing at a chair for me to sit in. "Chinese word for a divine state of consciousness, very cool," an impressed voice quipped, and I turned my head to the direction it came from. Everyone else was nodding along with the one who'd spoken. He was young and lean like John and though I immediately dismissed him, I felt Dama's attention still drawn to him. "Oh? But you're not Chinese, right?" "Looks more Egyptian." "Or Turkish." "What?" Had I heard right? "Shen, this is Nate, Luke, James and Sean," John interrupted, pointing at each friend as he called their names. "Be nice, he bought this round." Each of them raised his beer bottle or smiled at me as he was introduced, but it was Luke who had my attention. I hadn't a clue what the name Dama had given me meant, I didn't even know it had a meaning until he'd spoken up. My dark man was still watching Luke from the corner of our eyes and I cracked my neck again. It seemed like he'd already decided for us, but I wanted more 'intel' before I agreed. Unfortunately, Luke was sitting across the table. Making conversation was going to be hard. "So what do you do, Shen?" Or not. "I, uh, well actually I don't work anymore. I guess I'm retired," I realised out loud, chuckling as I said it. I'd considered asking Dama where he'd gotten the cash for the trip, the cabin, for everything, but thought better of it and kept my mouth shut. "Serious? Fuckin' 'ell, you can buy the rest of the drinks tonight," Nate or Sean joked. "And tell us your secret," the other one laughed to a round of cheers. As the night wore on, though, I did end up buying most of the drinks and we never made it to Hammerhead; much to John's obvious disappointment, Dama kept my focus on Luke the whole night. As soon as he deemed the group inebriated enough from my generosity, my incubus took over and laid the moves on poor Luke, big time. Like a student, I watched from where Dama had been perched earlier behind our eyes as he moved closer. He moved so close I could see the guy's pupils expand and contract around his dark brown irises. Flattering and complimenting him, touching him fleetingly and flirting; I swear I could almost taste Luke's excitement. I barely noticed we were alone until we left the club, the cool night air hitting our flushed cheeks. Luke was buzzing from the beer and apparently quite happy to let us casually wrap an arm around his waist as we walked the lamp-lit streets. Shen, I must find my brother. Take him to the room at the hotel. "We're staying just up the street, there," I said immediately, silently telling Dama he better be damn sure about this guy before his presence left me feeling small and alone. "You're staying at the Ritz? Fucking serious?" Luke whistled low, obviously impressed. Hey, I may have been living under a rock for the last few months, but even I'm not oblivious to the name 'The Ritz'. I looked up the street and nodded. "Yeah, I guess that'd be it," I murmured, pissed with Dama for picking some place so extravagant it would intimidate any poor bastard. "You wanna come up?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant and yet completely shocked at myself. Where the hell did that come from? How fucking obvious! What kind of idiot would say yes to that? The aroma of hair product hit my nose as Luke rested his head on my shoulder and let out a breathy beer scented sigh. "Sure." Oh right, a drunk kind of idiot. "Cool." Fumbling in my pocket for the card and key I needed to get back into the hotel, I disregarded the annoyed look the doorman gave us and guided Luke straight for the lifts. As soon as the doors closed, he was on me, all grabbing hands and slurpy kisses and it took all my self-control not to shudder or vomit. "Wait, wait," I panted, pulling back and keeping him at arm's length. "I'm sorry, I just, I wanted to do that all night," he replied huskily and blushing all the while. Oh fuck me, where was my nightmare man when I needed him? There was a pain growing in my chest like someone was swinging off my ribs and I had to stop myself from telling Luke to stay the fuck away from me. I wanted Dama to come back and take over and not make me have to deal with this, but it wasn't going to happen. I had to do something or the guy was going to think I was an asshole. "It's alright," I said, grabbing his arms and pulling him back to hug my side. "Just wait til we get inside first." I was thankful nobody was walking the hallway because Luke had a death-grip on my package and wasn't letting up, not even while I unlocked the door. As soon as I conquered the lock he tried to maul me again, but I ducked away after a few seconds of lip-mashing to pour him the strongest drink I could from the bar. "Are you trying to get me drunk?" He asked with a pout as I handed him a double scotch, neat with one hand and rubbed the middle of my chest with the other. I knew Luke was sharp, but I really needed him to lighten the fuck up. No, what I needed was for Dama to come back with his fucking brother so I could offload this fucking guy onto him. "You're being weird, Shen," he continued slowly, swigging half the drink back. "You lead me on but now you look like you're about to freak." "I'm not about to freak," I retorted, turning away, kicking off my shoes angrily and indulging a grimace at the immovable pain. "You've got no idea." He must have finished his glass because a whiff of scotch flew past my ear before his arms wrapped around me. "Gimme one, then." "Yeah, I'll give you one," I muttered, turning back around to lock my unwilling wrists behind his back and glare into his glazed brown eyes. "Tonight you're going to get fucked so hard and long, you'll never be the same." Instead of looking afraid, Luke's glazing eyes took on a needy lust as though what I'd just said was the biggest turn on in the world. "Yes..." I could feel an alien heat and anger rising in my body. This little shit was challenging me and suddenly all I could think of was to do exactly what any hungry incubus in my position would do. I wanted to fuck him until he screamed my name and begged me for more. Urged on by the images my mind was providing, I seized him by the arms and took command of his mouth, forcing him to submit to the demands of my lips. He was already moaning in response, and while I assaulted his tongue, sucking and inhaling his breaths, he grew weak at the knees, unable to breathe. Enough, Shen. Let him go. I growled into the mouth I was possessing but I felt a grip on my shoulders pulling me back and away from Luke's trembling body. Without thinking, I'd pushed him back onto the bed and had climbed up to lean over him, but Dama had me by the shoulders and kept pulling me away. I watched through a red haze while I obediently retreated as Luke began slowly writhing on the bedding. His hands came up to wrap around something invisible near his face and I realised the other incubus had come back with mine and was taking over where I'd left off. Dama moved us to a high backed couch and proceeded to re-enter my body with a merciless vengeance. I wanted to scream as my whole being was shredded and ripped apart but my mouth was stifled by the sudden intrusion of his cock. "Drink, Shen." Fuck, yes! Anything to end this torture of peeling skin and bleeding out. His cock shifted and plunged deep down my throat, making me gag instantly. Tears went streaming down my temples as I choked while being bent backwards. He thrust erratically and then suddenly hot cum burst forth and went rushing down my struggling throat. As it passed down my oesophagus to my stomach, Dama's essence soothed away the acid searing my ribs. I numbly wondered if it was being separated or kissing Luke that had hurt us. I hadn't felt this gut wrenching pain since the 'baked bean incident', even though I knew it wasn't even half as bad as that had been. "Rest." Wait, no... I could already feel myself drifting, but the warm, itchy feeling had started inside me. I couldn't think to beg for more before Dama repeated his command to sleep. Possessed by a Dream Ch. 06 Author's Note: I'm a chapter hoarder. This and following writing submitted by me will remain self-edited for the time being. ~~~~~~ Fingers tracing up the side of my body woke me with a tickling sensation and I was relieved to feel Dama's warm presence surrounding me again. I felt loose and sore and figured he'd fucked me every way I would've wanted while I'd slept. We lay there together for a while, as usual me wrapped in his arms, him gazing our half closed eyes at the sunlight pouring in through the window. When I got my head back on straight, though, I began to worry about Luke. I needed to see him to make sure he was alive at the very least. "You will not like what you see." Doesn't matter, I need to know he's okay, I thought, looking over the side of the couch for my pants. "He is not okay." When I pulled my pants on and approached the bed, I realised Dama was right on both accounts. I didn't like what I saw, and Luke was definitely not okay. Naked and tangled in the sheets, his skin was pale but slick with sweat. His eyes rolled around in their sockets, he gripped and released the sheets sporadically, and he seemed victim to invisible sensation. His mouth was open wide but no sounds came out, and I realised why: the incubus was still working itself into him, flooding him with its essence and drinking everything of him in. Luke grunted and moaned and I turned away, knowing the demon was drawing yet another orgasm out of him. Oh god, I can't, I can't watch. I wanted to fall to my knees and cry for him, it was all I could do, I knew I was helpless. I knew the feeling of being pushed over that precipice of shattering pleasure/ pain only to fall into an ocean of it and drown. Tell him to stop and let him rest, I pushed at Dama as hot tears welled in our eyes. He's not going anywhere, but he'll die if he doesn't stop. If my nightmare man really felt what I felt, then he'd feel the wretchedness and guilt that was washing through me at that moment. Please, please, please do something! This was my fault, all my fault! How could I offer to help fuck up some poor bastard's life? Why couldn't I have insisted we stay away from all this shit? "If I tell him to stop now, the human will experience this for much longer." I didn't care; Luke was going to lose the battle anyway, the least I could do was give him some time to what, get used to being permanently inhabited by a demon? I was forcing us to watch Luke as he struggled futilely against another orgasm. I could feel myself getting worked up and losing control and knew watching was only going to make my own state worse. Dama was silent - which made the build-up of my freak-out jump up to a whole new level of bad. A pain in my chest stole my breath away and I almost fell on the straining body but managed to steady myself on the edge of the bed. A low rumble ran through the room and I honestly couldn't say if it was me, Dama or his brother. I was panting, clutching at my chest when I felt Dama's warmth come straight at me and melt into me, easing the cramps away. I had worked myself up so much I hadn't even realised he'd left my body again. You have been given until sunset, but this will be the only disruption. He will not relinquish his claim again. Nodding, I watched, feeling incredibly grateful and wondering what Dama had said to convince his brother to back off, as Luke's contorted form relaxed back down and sank into the mattress. His body free of every invisible thing that had been invading it, he sucked in ragged breaths, already passed out. Breathing a sigh of relief, I pulled the twisted up sheets from under his shivering form and laid them over him. I'm gonna let him sleep for a bit. I could feel Dama's confusion, but he didn't question me. I felt his trust that I knew what I was doing so I tried not to reveal how unsure I was. His hand was warm at the small of my back again, and the touch soothed me a bit more. His relief was echoed from mine; feeling my panic and guilt rolling through us so hard and fast couldn't have been comfortable. The sheets were soaked through with sweat, but I climbed over the covers and sat up against the bed-head and watched Luke sleep. I hoped, as Dama ran invisible fingertips across my collarbones, that he was going to wake refreshed but figured he wouldn't. I could remember little bits of those first few days when my world was turned upside down; when my nightmare man stole everything I knew and gave me a new reality to live in. I remembered waking late and feeling exhausted all day and getting no real energy back from sleeping. My thoughts fell on my old apartment and the fat fuck who'd lived next door and kept me up with his death metal alarm clock. Shen. I hummed in response only to realise I'd fallen asleep and had slunk down in the bed until I was lying on my side right next to Luke. And fuck, he was staring at me. I couldn't place the look in his dazed brown eyes - somewhere between defeated, lost, confused or betrayed - but I was sure I looked like I'd just been sprung. "Hey," I muttered feebly, rubbing my eyes in an attempt to hide from his stare. "You okay?" Luke's eyes slowly drifted down to his chest. He seemed to be considering my question for a little too long, and then he finally shook his head. "I feel... drained. I think I had a bad dream," he muttered, swallowing hard and bringing a shaky hand up to massage his throat. "What happened?" I sympathised. "Wasn't a dream," I replied softly, to which he looked at me with confusion again. "It really happened, Luke," I offered, wincing in anticipation of the inevitable bad reaction. "What?" A flicker of fear entered his eyes but was quickly lost in firm denial. I pushed the point. "I'm not fucking with you. Everything you think you dreamed really happened." Again fear widened his eyes. "No... W-what did you do to me? What did you give me?" Fuck, this was going to be harder than I thought. Dama wasn't going to be any help, he didn't understand why I was even having this conversation. But something told me his dick of a brother wasn't going to be as forthcoming with Luke as he'd been with me. "Did he speak to you?" I asked, ignoring Luke's questions. "Did he tell you he wanted your essence?" "What's going on?" Luke tried to pull back but had no strength to back away more than an inch from me. "Did he tell you to drink?" I pressed, crossing my fingers. Luke opened his mouth to say something but his expression fell and only a soft 'yes' came out. "And you had to, didn't you," I continued, already seeing the truth in his frightened eyes. "You had to do what he told you, didn't you, Luke?" "Shen... I feel sick. Am I going to die?" I couldn't feel worse for the guy, but Dama had picked him for a reason, and I figured his sharp mind was a big part of it. "No, you're not going to die. That's why we're here." I tried to sound gentle and soothing, but hearing you'd die if some fucker who'd picked you up and put you in this potentially fatal situation weren't here wasn't something you'd find soothing. "We?" Luke looked around us from where he lay. "Um, you won't see him. Well, not yet." Will he see you? I asked, turning to my silent shadow. Dama shrugged our shoulders. "I do not know. I have not witnessed this before." "What?" Luke's attention was drawn back to me and I smirked at how crazy that had just looked. Hiding in the forest was a good idea. "Sorry, he usually does the talking. Dama," I went on, anticipating the question. "I'm..." Possessed? Mental? Playing house with a demon? Incubus food? "Wow, this is complicated." Luke said nothing, but his features were becoming livelier. I needed him calm and sedentary but his eyes were starting to dart here and there, probably thinking about clothes and running, I figured. "Shen is sharing his body with an incubus. You are being transformed by an incubus so that you will be able to share your body with one as well." Fuck, Dama! Do you even know what subtlety means!? "No, no way. I'm outta here, fucking psycho!" Luke managed to fling the sheet off himself but wasn't fast enough to get out of bed before Dama had him pinned down. "Think about it, Luke," I begged, scrabbling my brain to work as fast as his could while Dama held his wrists down. "Remember last night, after I pushed you on the bed. You saw me walking backwards, right? You remember what happened then?" "No, I was drunk, it was you. You fucking put something in my drink!" He burst out. "Let me go or I'll scream!" "It wasn't me. It was an incubus, you just couldn't see him. The sex was unbelievable, wasn't it? And when you wanted it to stop it just kept going; you felt like you were being sucked dry, right?" Luke kept furiously shaking his head, but it wasn't denial anymore. "No!" "You asked me if you were going to die. Come on, Luke. You know this is real. You know what happened to you wasn't a dream. C'mon man, think about it. You honestly gonna tell me you don't believe it?" "No, I won't. It's insane, you're mad..." He will not deny it if I show him. I knew what Dama meant and the change in my expression must have stumped Luke. "He says he wants to show you," I said softly, cringing. I'd already agreed without uttering a word, Dama would be able to feel my acceptance. "Fuck, shit. Fuck, this is going to be embarrassing. Don't watch." "What?" Letting go of the hold we had on Luke's wrists, I sat on my calves between his legs and was pulled back into Dama's arms. He held me in a backwards embrace impossible to hold on my own and I heard Luke gasp. I closed my eyes; I couldn't stand being seen like this. "Drink, Shen." My head swam and I obediently opened my mouth and felt the spongey head of his cock slip into my mouth. Sealing my lips around the swollen mushroom cap, I sucked and slid my tongue around his cock, moaning as it grew in my mouth, rewarding my efforts by nudging past my gag reflex. His member twitched and flexed and I swallowed his warm seed and felt him pull the pants I'd hastily put on down my legs to my ankles. Moaning appreciatively as he grasped and stroked my hardening length and pinched the tip of my cock, I focussed on the sensations and mental image of Dama's dark hands on my weeping flesh. I kept swallowing, knowing I'd very soon be feeling the familiar tingling itch spread out from my stomach to my ass, zoning in on my hot spot. Lying back, I rested my back on Dama's chest. To Luke's eyes, I imagined I'd be lying on thin air, rising and falling with my invisible demon's breathing. The guy was silent, and I wondered blindly if he was even still here or whether he'd run for his life. Open your eyes and see. I grunted an imperceptible 'no' as Dama's cock pressed at my sphincter, but curiosity got the better of me. Opening my eyes as narrowly as I could, I looked directly into Luke's amazed expression at the same moment Dama simultaneously pinched my sensitive nipples and thrust completely into my tight channel, shattering my world. More grunts of dissent and need streamed out of my muffled mouth as Dama thrust into my passage, rubbing against my prostate, sending sparks of electricity out to my jutting member. Pulling the sated cock out of my mouth, he kept moving quick and deep inside me, racing us both toward climax. When I came it was like fire burst out of my cock and burned up my body and a strangled cry fell out of my mouth before I could stop it. Dama followed, sucking my cum from my throbbing member as he flooded me with more of his hot seed, making me whimper in response to the heat of his essence. My whole body was buzzing and he lay me down so I could rest on the mattress next to Luke. "I didn't think you'd be a bottom," Luke said quietly when I finally stirred. Blushing and frowning, I looked at the window to see there was still some light left in the sky. Definitely not to avoid the idiot's smirk. "Neither did I. I'm not gay." "Sure looked that way," he retorted, snorting as he struggled to sit up and wrap his arms around his knees. "So your demon... Incubus... He'd stop me from trying to get help, not that I could right now," he added, frowning to himself. I nodded. "I'd consider it a favour if you stayed put for a while." "Whatever. I'm hungry. Can I order dinner?" The fingers massaging the base of my neck stopped at once. No, Dama pushed firmly. "No," I repeated, not feeling sorry for the little shit at all, looking calm as day. "We don't eat food anymore." "Why?" "Interferes with their essence," I said, yawning. "If you're hungry, tell your incubus. He'll fix you up." "Seriously? Oh. Oh. Right. Think I'll pass. Can I have water?" "No. And you're not going to be passing for long. Dama said he'd be back at sunset." "For more...?" Luke's voice dropped to a mutter and I rolled off my back and onto my side to face him. "I can't do this Shen. I've got family, friends. I want to live my life. I didn't ask for this, I don't want it." "Yeah, I know. I didn't want it either, Luke. I didn't ask for it, I didn't get a choice and I didn't have someone to talk to about it." Luke seemed to think on what I'd said. I must have looked like a really eager participant not so long ago. Well, you would too if you lived on a steady diet of incubus cum. "I'm really thirsty," he said finally. "What'll happen if I drink something?" I was tempted to smack him. "It'll hurt more than anything has ever hurt in your whole life. Oh, and you might die but if you don't, he'll be royally pissed and he'll make you pay." "Right." Luke leaned back against the headboard. "And you know this... how?" "One mouthful of baked beans almost killed us," I replied, shuddering despite myself. "Take my advice, Luke. Don't do it." His head cocked to the side as he regarded me in all my naked, sprawled glory. "Why are you here? What're you, like a demon ambassador?" "Yeah, first one ever, why, you want the job?" I scoffed. "Nah. I volunteered because I didn't want to hear the fucker copy-catting us killed the poor bastard he picked up." "Fucker... You're talking about the thing that attacked me? Doesn't being called a 'fucker' piss him - it - off?" I nodded. "Honestly, I don't give a shit. He's a cold fucking asshole, and I don't envy you in the least." "Then why did you pick me?" "I didn't pick you. I didn't do much talking last night, I just paid for the drinks." "That's why you weren't drinking! And I thought you were bipolar or something! But you, you really have a... a..." "Bingo." I yawned again as I sat up. I wanted a shower and I wanted some decent sleep. I wanted Dama to take over and give the guy a good talking to, to keep him in bed until his new room-mate showed up. And I wanted him to shut up and accept his fate already, no matter how crappy it was turning out to be. You didn't. Okay, that stung, even if it was true. I can't help it, I'm tired, I've done more in the last day than I have in the last month and I really want a fucking shower. Dama took over without any further discussion, pushing me aside and getting out of bed. I would've been indignant and told him where to shove it if I'd had the energy, but I was just too goddamn tired. "What shall I say?" "What?" Dama ignored Luke as he stood with our back to him, staring our eyes at the old style wallpaper. I dunno, just scare him a bit into behaving. Tell him the more he fights, the longer it'll take and the worse the pain... I dunno, Dama, you're the demon, pain is your deal, I grumbled, ready for us to disappear into the bathroom. Slowly, we turned around and Dama stalked to Luke's side of the bed in a few strides. I was impressed, Luke backed up, already looking pensive. "His essence is within you, I see it," he said, leaning down and glaring at him with our eyes. "You can no longer be free of him. There is no reason to resist him anymore. You will only increase the agony you are in and die before your joining can be complete." Luke's mouth dropped open. "Dharma?" "Yes." "Why me?" Lie. Dama stood straight again. "I do not understand." Don't tell him it's just because he's young and strong enough to survive the process. Give him a bit of hope to hold onto. "Why did he choose me? Why me? Why not someone else?" "You are... special." Thanks. "Oh..." Luke looked down and bit his lip and then raised his head again. He was behaving far too energetic as far as I was concerned. I could only hope the incubus would fix that when he returned, whenever that was going to be. "Hey, does he, the other incubus I mean, does he have a name?" "Humans have a strange obsession with naming each other," Dama said, giving us both a queer look. "He does not have one, he does not need one." "But you have one," Luke argued, frowning. "Shen gave me this name." "He did? Why isn't he talking now?" Because I'm fucking tired and I'm well and truly done with playing nice to anyone, I snarled back. "Shen is resting. He does not often speak and act of his own accord and has been in control more today than he is accustomed to." Hey! "Oh, okay. Am I going to um, not speak and act of my own accord, either?" Dama was starting to grow tired and impatient, too. Something needs to be said for living in each other's heads. It's quieter, for starters. "My brother will share your body, he will not own it. How you share your body will be up to you. You should rest. He will return very soon." "Oh, okay. Can I, um, is it okay if I take a shower?" "Where will you take it?" Fuck no! That hot water has my fucking name on it! Mother-fucking-little-cocksucker-piece-of- "Rest, Shen." ~~~~~~ "Wake, Shen." I really didn't want to. I didn't want to wake up and I didn't want to deal. I wanted my old, hard mattress, I wanted my cabin in the woods, and I wanted out of London. Now. A pinch in the middle of my spine made my body jerk awake, and as soon as the rest of my senses followed suit, I knew something was wrong. Really 'calm before the storm' wrong, only it seemed like I'd slept through the calm part. The air in the hotel room had thickened and become hot. I could literally hear and feel the build-up of static electricity snapping at the carpets and curtains. There was a terrible vibration soaking into every piece of furniture and I was filled with an intense fear that something very bad was about to happen. Fumbling for the pants Dama had left hanging on the arm of the couch, I pulled on one leg and half-hopped, half-ran as I got the other leg through to the bed where Luke had curled himself into a ball, locking his arms around his legs while he bawled his eyes out. What the hell's going on!? "Fear. He has not felt this before and does not like it." No shit he doesn't like it. So he's what, flooding the room with it!? "Shen, do not fear. I will protect you." That was reassuring, not. Mr Happy-Pants-Find-Me-A-Meal was learning about fear from the poor bastard he was consuming. He must have had an idea that filling the room with his angry vibes was only going to make things worse. A hair-raising ripple of static electricity moved over us, making me shudder. What can I do? He's the one who's scared Luke, it's his fault. He has to fix it. "How?" Are you kidding me...? I frowned at Luke's sobbing form, shivering and shaking. Give the guy a fucking hug. Tell him it's gonna be alright. He needs reassurance, this is too much to understand in one day, let alone accept. I could tell from his silence that Dama was confused. Fucking simpleton. I tried another tactic. Possessed by a Dream Ch. 06 What do you do when I'm scared or ashamed? How do you take away my fear? "He has been told not to fear." But that's not how you fix the problem. You told me if I'm afraid then you're afraid. What do you do when I make you afraid? "Take away the reason for your fear. Shen, I can not take away my brother. That is not a solution." No, and deep down, I bet Luke knows that. But if he weren't such an asshole to him - I swear the room jumped another few degrees in temperature - if he was nice about it... "It is not in his nature to be 'nice'." It was like explaining to a child. All I could do was keep drawing on what Dama and I'd been through to show him that his brother was not going to get anywhere with Luke if he kept this superiority complex going and would probably end up killing them both very soon. You said yourself, Luke is sharing his body, not giving it up completely. Your brother needs to treat him like an equal, because that's what he's going to be. NOTHING LESS. Everything he does is going to affect him as though he was on the other end of the stick. If he treats Luke well, he won't have this problem, but he hasn't been, has he? Has he done anything more than just feed and feed off him? Has he said anything to him? Dama had gone quiet again but the room was still too hot and stuffy. I guessed I could have gone over and done all this for them, but the incubus had to learn how to deal with his human's emotions and now was the best time to start. "I will speak with him, but I must move to the underworld plane. You must stay, Shen." I breathed a small sigh of relief, but Dama was quick to ruin it. "We must separate for a time." Oh, no fucking way. I suddenly regretted every stupid nice word I'd said. "I was able to separate for a time to find my brother. I will do it again. But rejoining again will be painful." That's why it hurt so bad the other night. It wasn't Luke's saliva. "I left you with some of my power to draw from. This, I will do again." A lot of those moments when we'd first come back to the hotel started making sense. Before I could wonder any more, Dama pressed a gentle kiss at my shoulder and was gone, leaving me with the echo of his fingers on my neck. Well that wasn't so bad, I thought, shrugging. When pure emptiness answered me, I knew I really was alone and felt a shiver run up my spine. Backtracking I decided I didn't like this, not one bit. If I thought Dama's distance was uncomfortable when he was floating around me instead of inside me, it was nothing compared to how weirded out I was feeling now. Cringing at the sorry sight of Luke, I climbed back onto the bed next to him. The room was still sweltering hot, but the only thing that greeted my ears was the occasional crackle of the demon's electricity. Possessed by a Dream Ch. 07 The room was hot, I could feel beads of sweat rolling down my back. Beside me, Luke still sniffled and shook but I didn't have the guts to touch him. "Please let me go." I gave Luke's pleading eyes a furtive glance but pussied out quick and fidgeted with the corner of the sheet. Fuck, his eyes had changed colour. Already. "I can't, Luke. It's too late for that." I muttered bitterly, not daring to wonder how brutal the night had been for him. "I don't want this. I'm scared. He's evil, he said he's going to destroy me and that my body'll serve him forever-" Forever? Dama had said nothing about 'forever' and I'd never had the brain to give it much thought. "-He hurts me. Every time he just takes what he wants. It feels like he's ripping me apart. Please, Shen, help me." Luke's pleas pulled my attention back and I sat there hating myself; hating what I'd become; hating that, though I'd been tricked into this life, I was a willing participant. I was an accessory to kidnapping, a sidekick to the destruction of a life. "If you don't accept him, you'll die," I said blankly. "I'd rather die," Luke replied just as blankly. "All he wants is control. I'll disappear. I'll never be able to talk or move or be me again." His tone was heart-breaking, but the last thing I could do was comfort him. What could I say? That I'd physically changed and was unrecognisable? How could I sell looking like a sexy bronzed God when he'd become a hermit without a desire to speak or be spoken to. How was that going to help him? "He doesn't have the power to control you completely," I offered, but Luke's desperation was reaching fever pitch, he wouldn't listen to reason - not that I'd call this reason. "Yes he does. He's stronger than me, he's going to kill me!" "He can't kill you, Luke, get it through your head!" I snapped, getting up. I was already sick of coddling him. His self-pitying was making me indignant and insulted that he hadn't listened to a word Dama and I had said to him. "He needs you to survive, he needs to learn that hurting you hurts him." Speaking of hurting, my heart was beating a little harder than necessary and my ribs were beginning to ache like someone had thrown a football too fast to catch. My only current blessing seemed to be that the room didn't feel as hot as it'd been. Where-ever Dama had gone, he'd taken cranky-pants with him. "He doesn't care about pain, Shen, it doesn't matter to him as long as he gets what he wants out of me." I sighed heavily, rubbing at the sore spot in my chest. "He will when he realises the reason he's in pain is because you are. He's not stupid, Luke. He just doesn't understand feelings the way you and I do. Took Dama a while, too. Hey," I said, poking his shoulder. "Want a shower? You'll feel better." At this, Luke only looked at me like he was about to burst into tears again. "I can't... I can't, f-feel my legs!" He sobbed, and suddenly everything made sense in an evil, twisted way. No wonder he was freaking out, thinking he was being taken over. Fucking incubus. I was willing to bet the idiot hadn't broken Luke's back, he'd just done something to stop the poor bastard from being able to run away. I remembered Dama's words about giving me some of his power before leaving me, but I figured I could probably pick him up even if he hadn't. "Come on," I pressed, determined not to give into guilt for a while. "I'll carry you." Not taking his pathetic and insecure 'no, don't touch me' for an answer, I pushed my arms under his body and hefted him up off the bed in one easy movement. I ignored that his clammy hands were locked behind my neck and his shivering, naked body was pressed against my chest and carried him to the bathroom. The shower stood over a bath-tub, and as gently as I could, I sat him in it. "I think a bath's gonna be easier," I said more to myself. "And don't worry about your legs," I added, ignoring his incredulous look and turning taps. "He's just been a sneaky bastard and fooled your nerve endings." Luke sniffled pitifully and stared at me with his big blue eyes. "I'm not going to be stuck like this?" I chuckled, checking the temperature was okay before sitting back on the lid of the toilet. "Nah, it's like when Dama uses his power to command me to do something. Rest, Shen. Wake, Shen. Drink, Shen. Twirl around like a fucking ballerina, Shen." Finally a small smile broke out on Luke's face, making me relax a little. "Does he ever hurt you?" He asked, and I knew he wanted me to tell him my incubus was just like his incubus. "Not really, to be honest. Sometimes, but usually only when I do something really stupid, like try to eat food. I accidentally swallowed water in the shower a few weeks ago. Just did it without thinking. Fucking dick made me throw it up then bent me over before I was ready for it. He'll learn, Luke," I said, seeing his expression darken again as I turned off the taps. "He'll learn about fear and pain the hard way when he fucks up with you. And he'll try to fix it, just like Dama did." "How did Dama fix it?" "Well..." I rubbed my sore ribs again, feeling acid reflux travel its speedy corrosion up my oesophagus. "I didn't have the... friends... you have. I guess before all this, you could say I was a homophobe. Didn't know any gays, didn't want to. Worked on the docks, and sure as shit no one there was a homo. So, yeah. When Dama came and started fucking me every way impossible I freaked out, so," I said shrugging and glad Luke was focussing on using his wash cloth, "he did too. Every bit of fear and shame I felt, he felt. So he fixed it. Put me to sleep for, I dunno, a week? Then travelled across country a couple hundred miles and settled us down in a cabin, the middle of nowhere." This pain in my chest was starting to get to me. I couldn't remember how long Dama had left me alone last time, but I was sure it was longer than now. But maybe it wasn't. Panic began gnawing at the edge of my mind but I settled for rubbing the middle of my ribs again. "What's wrong with your chest?" "Uh..." Play it cool. "Dama's off with his brother, trying to settle him down, so..." "So he's not here? Neither of them are? Shen, we can run for it, we can get out of here!" The desperate hope in Luke's expression stumped me. I thought we'd made a little progress but apparently I was kidding myself. Unfortunately for him, so was Luke. I felt like beating my head against a brick wall. How was I going to explain to him that he was stuck with that prick of a demon; that they were together, never to be parted? "I told you, it's too late, Luke," I muttered, rubbing my eyes. A sharp pain stabbed right through my chest, making me double over and gasp. I saw see stars and not the good kind, which gave Luke the opportunity to fumble around with the plug and get himself hoisted up onto the lip of the bath-tub. I focussed on the belief that Dama had left me with his power and banished the worst of the pain. I felt it persist though, I could feel a seizure on the horizon and nothing to stop it hitting me full force. "Stay there," I growled, pointing him still on the edge of the bath and struggling to my feet. A hand mirror sat on the bathroom vanity and I picked it up in shaking hands. Without looking at him, I thrust it into his hands and sat back on the lid of the toilet, holding onto the sides for dear life. "What...?" "Look at yourself," I managed to say, before a debilitating cramp sparked up the right side of my back. Dama, come back, I need you! "What... what the fuck! What happened to my eyes! What the fuck is this!?" "Told you," I grunted through gritted teeth. Another cramp bit into me, making me contort uncontrollably where I sat. "Why are my eyes different!?" "Only my eyes stayed the same," I replied hastily before another stabbing pain shot through my chest. "Shen... are you okay?" I was so very not okay. I couldn't hold back the cramps anymore and fell onto the ground, spasming hard and hitting every sharp object in the bathroom. Luke must have dropped the mirror because the sound of breaking glass shattered my ear drums. I bit back a scream at the piercing shards echoing in my ears and crunching under my head, but I knew I had very little time left. Dama wasn't here and the excruciating pain was smashing my body to smithereens. SHEN! Have you ever been so dehydrated that when you finally drank water, it hurt every part of you, as though all the water you gulped down was pushing through your dried up veins, all at once? I was free-falling, and Dama was sweeping my broken body around and around. We fell, spiralling downwards until we hit the bathroom floor and the agony of him flooding my veins made me scream until my throat dried and all that came out was a thin rasp. He was failing; trying to join us back together again was killing me, I could feel my body rejecting him at every joint of bone, every sinew of muscle. I couldn't take it anymore, it was too much pain. I wanted us to be together but not at this cost, not in this pit of never-ending agony he was drowning us in. Stay with me, Shen. I heard his beckon and for the first time I couldn't. I couldn't bear this, not for him and not for me. Giving up and giving in was best for both of us, we'd fought to stay together too hard and too long. Falling back into oblivion, I let my dark man go, and let nothingness swallow me whole. ~~~~~~ Shen not only hit the floor, the guy was so stiff, he made the floor tiles crack on impact. He was seizing up like all his bones were breaking at once, and there was nothing I could do about it. I forgot instantly about the shock of seeing my normally brown eyes turned blue as he screamed like I'd never heard anyone scream before. Shivers were running up my arms at the horrific sound but I was helpless and legless; I couldn't do anything for him. For the first time since I'd been tricked into letting an incubus have their way with me, I wanted him back. I needed him to give me back my legs, I needed to help Shen; he and Dharma were the only ones who had the kindness to shed any light on what was happening to me, and I couldn't be found paralyzed with a dead man on the bathroom floor. "Come back, come back, please come back," I repeated the words like a mantra, amazed at the sound of myself and at the same time trying to ignore the fact that I was beckoning back the demon that had delighted in my pain. Shen's screams stopped and a resounding silence rang out in the small bathroom. He was still, his body relaxed and his skin paling at a frightening pace. Tears were spilling down my cheeks to my chin at the sight of him when I finally felt a whoosh of warm air fly into the room, instantly making it hot and humid. Before I could beg him not to touch me, the incubus put his hand on my head, and then suddenly Shen was gone. Not 'picked up and carried out of the bathroom' gone, I mean 'disappeared into thin air' gone. I stared at the cracked white tiles he'd been rolling around on in amazement. "Where did he go?" My brother has taken him to the underworld plane. I sat stumped for the second time in less than two seconds. First, because I'd been speaking to myself and not expected the demon who'd insisted he was going to eat me whole and spit out the bones to say something calm and forthcoming back, and second because he'd just said 'underworld plane'. "Is he, is Shen going to die?" He is already dead. "WHAT!?" This knowledge upsets you. Why? "'Cause he's dead! Can't you do anything?" Why should I? Damn that cold tone! For the first time, though, his callousness didn't shake me. I wasn't afraid of him, even if he was eating me whole, even if he'd paralysed my legs, even if he'd tormented me endlessly. I was right pissed. "Because he helped you! He helped me!" I yelled, determined to ignore my own dire situation. "We have to do something! We can't just let him die!" I do not care if they die. "Well I do," I seethed, "and if I do, then you have no choice but to as well." If you drink my essence you will not care anymore, either. "If you force me to drink your essence, I will hate you forever," I challenged, shaking with anger. The demon growled low, obviously unhappy with my sudden acquisition of a spine. Fear, pain, or sorrow. Make your choice. "What?" You waste time. Choose one. My mind raced, what did I have to choose one for? Was he going to torture me more? Which was least bad of those three? Before I got the chance to say another word, a wave of nausea rolled around in my head. Sleep. The room began to spin and darken and feeling was returned to my legs. I would have cried with relief except I was suddenly lying on my back on the bed. Only it wasn't the bed I'd been prisoner of, it was much larger and made of stone. In fact when I realised this, I realised also that the whole room had changed. What had been a cosy hotel room had transformed into a cavern, dimly lit by sconces nailed into stone. My back ached at the sudden unyielding texture of the slab of stone while my mind tried to register the strangeness of this place. I moved to sit up, only to discover I was being held down by an invisible force. When I called out, not a sound was made. Only the crackle of the wall-torches echoed and I shivered at the cold, dank atmosphere. Out of the corner of my eyes, I spotted something coming toward me and tried unsuccessfully to move. The black shape approached closer and I realised with horror it was a demon. Was it my demon? It was a tower of pure muscle walking on shaggy, ragged hooves. Its skin was ink-black marbled white and shiny like an oil-slick. Its eyes were orbs of fire, and it let a forked tongue slither out from behind sharp, pointed teeth. It leered at me with its head cocked to the side, and I wondered why until I saw what was in its hand. A club the size of a baseball bat, with circular indents covering the whole length of it was brought close to my face. The demon continued to smirk, ignoring my silent pleas, and slowly twisted the base of the club. I watched, my slight shiver turning to a horrible shaking as all the indents began to protrude fat spikes. He kept turning the base until the spikes were out all the way, almost the length of my fingers, metallic, sharp and then he pointed at my groin. I shook my head as hard and fast as I could while he mimicked violent thrusting movements with the mace over top of me and then just as quickly he moved out of my view. Oh god, was he going to use that thing on me? He was going to kill me! I couldn't die like this! I was screaming, infuriatingly silent as I felt my legs being spread apart and my ass-hole being exposed. Every part of me was desperately fighting a useless battle to get away from the demon and his torture device that would soon be shredding my insides into a bloody mess. The end of the club was pressed hard against my sphincter and I almost fainted from the sheer terror of what was going to happen to me. Everything went black and deafening thunder crashed in my ears. Cold air blew up all around me, and suddenly I was weightless and falling. Forcing my eyes open, I found myself in the bath in the hotel room, only it was still not quite the hotel room I remembered. A heavy fog filled the room and I could see sparks of lightning arc around me but not much else. The marble-skinned demon was sitting on the lip of the bath in front of me, his hand still on my head and I sat there panting, wondering what the hell had happened, looking for the horrible torture device that had disappeared along with the cave. "Breathe slowly. Your eyes will become accustomed." For the first time that cold, melodic voice spoke to me from something I could see. The same demon tormenting me in the dank cave just seconds ago was now staring at me intently. His large hand still sat heavily on my head, and I stared at the soft focus fire in his eyes before shaking him off. Clutching the sides of the tub, I realised I had feeling in my legs and immediately stood up. That was when I noticed through the thick haze the shape of a body on the bathroom floor. Shen lay pale and unmoving on the tiles. With one hand on the demon's arm to stay steady, I climbed out of the bath and was down on the floor beside him in a second. He wasn't breathing, he wasn't moving. A dark shadow moved forward from the corner while I wracked my brain to remember first aid. An arc of lightning snapped my shoulder, and I burst into action. ~~~~~~ "Three one thousand, four one thousand, five one thousand. C'mon, Shen!" Nuh-uh. No way. Fuck that. Let the pain have me, let it have all of me. I'm done fighting, I'm done living. Let me die, not existing is better than this. My body had other plans and sucked in lungfuls of air I didn't want. No, no, no! I was already being stretched into my limbs though, and every part of my limp body was being pulled into Dama's arms. Through the bleary haze, I saw Luke kneeling over us, his new blue eyes staring at me with fear and hope. But I didn't want it. I didn't want to be seeing or living. I'd borne too much pain for one human to live with. "Oh god, I can see him." Luke's words registered with my mind. He was so close, I couldn't block him out. And I wanted to. I wanted to block everything out. It was too bright, hot and close altogether and I just couldn't deal with it. "Leave." Dama was using his commanding voice to send away the other two and I was so grateful they did I would've cried if I wasn't already. But my body remained still; even with the tears streaming down my face, I didn't move. I just lay lax, like a dead man, still waiting for death to actually come. Every breath was dry and searing as it came into my lungs, every tear was hot and acidic, burning my cheeks. "Shen, come back to me." Dama's command had no effect. I stared where my face was pointed, seeing everything my open eyes saw. But I was done. Overcooked. Burnt out. Defeated. "Shen you are quiet. I do not like quiet. Please. I do not wish to feel this. Speak." I didn't answer, not with words, not with thoughts. I had nothing to draw on to respond and instead let my silence be Dama's answer. As he picked me up off the floor, I turned my back on reality and retreated to the farthest, tiniest recess of myself.