Kingdom of Nightmares [F/Multiple]

The dream was like all the others. I stood inside the pit of fire, my pajamas aflame, and my hair sticking to my forehead. Sweat dripped down my face. The masked creatures loomed over me. They were hidden by the shadows, but through the darkness, their red eyes glowed. My heart skipped as they came closer. Their hot bodies pressed against my own. I knew what would happen next.  Either they would f**k me or they would kill me. The in-between didn’t exist and I had come to terms with that the fifth time they visited me in my dreams.  The smaller of the two—the dominant—ripped my shirt. The scraggly cloth remains were tossed into the darkness. Their small hands roamed over my exposed chest and grabbed my t**s. The small but sharp claws dug into my sensitive skin. I cried out as my blood dripped down my chest and covered their claws.  The beast’s long tongue dropped from its mouth. It licked across my wounds. My n*****s hardened as the rough tongue flicked over the hard nubs. The other beast—the larger of the two—pressed its body against my back. I could feel its hard c**k press against my ass. It ground hard against me. As the first beast tortured my breasts, rolling and sucking on my n*****s with its tongue, the second beast pulled down my pants. It parted my cheeks and pushed its finger into my crack. I gasped when its rough finger met my hole.  My p***y was dripping wet. The ache between my legs was hard to ignore even over the onslaught on my chest and my ass. My knees buckled when the tongue teasing my t**s slithered down towards my mound. The beast was quick to catch me. It pulled its finger from my ass and whispered in my ear. “Are you ready for us?” A whimper escaped my lips.  This was the part that always scared me. The killing would happen on the edge of my climax when they were done testing if I was ready for them. It was always then that they would make the choice. It was never about my own pleasure, only about my humiliation. These dark dreams were always happening since my sixteenth birthday. They were always the same horrifying lustful visions that I couldn’t escape from even when I woke up.  The tip of its c**k pressed against the folds of my p***y. I gasped as it nudged against me, teasing the tip along my slid. It pressed forward and met my clit. I moaned out as the sensation rippled through my body. The smaller beast rolled my breasts in its hands, teasing their nails over my sensitive n*****s. I struggled to get away from them, but they held me there. Between them, I had no means of escape. The darkness surrounding the three of us looked like it was all that existed. I couldn’t see anything besides their forms and my own body.  From the darkness, I saw a slim shape slithering its way towards me. It was coming from the smaller beast. I held back my scream, letting it become caught in the back of my throat. The place where that form was coming from looked like it was coming from its face. This was different. It was a variation of the dream that sometimes happened. I hated not knowing what was going to happen to me. It made more scared of what was going to happen.  I had no time to react. The shape came forward and touched my chest. I wiggled in the beast's arms. The c**k pressed harder into my clit and a gush of my own slick slid to meet the head. I was on the edge of cumming. I could feel it coursing through my body. I was torn between wanting to run from the beasts and between wanting to let them finish what they started. The pleasure was going to win out. It always did. The thing on my chest turns out to be a tongue. The beast’s tongue.  I stared in horror as the thing licked over me, up towards my neck, and then down around my breasts. The beast’s d**k had stopped pressing against my clit, but it wasn’t done with me. It pulled back, its claws spreading my ass, and aimed toward the opening of my p***y.  My hands came up to grab the tongue and pull it away, but the smaller beast stopped me.  “Hush,” it said. Its voice was too calm. It sounded like this was meant to happen. Always.  “No,” I said, crying out as the c**k pressed against my hole. The tongue made its way back to my breasts. It licked around the curves of them, dipping between the valley, and then around my hard n*****s.  The larger beast f****d back and forth against my hole. The tip of its c**k made entry, surging forward through my cunt.  “It’ll feel good,” the larger beast said as it pressed further into the channel of my p***y. My walls tightened as the stretch burned. I thought I might pass out from the pain. The pleasure was there, but it was slipping. This wasn’t what I wanted when I meant I wanted the pleasure to stop. I didn’t want to be tortured with the pain instead. “Oh, god,” I said as the c**k finally went in halfway. The dreams should have made this easy. I should have been used to the entry and how real it felt. But I wasn’t. Every time it felt the same.  And the worse part was that it felt so good.  Their hands roamed across my body. I couldn’t tell if they were trying to soothe my pain or if they just wanted more from me. Either way, I wanted it to stop. I didn’t want any of this, but the pleasure made it hard for me to turn away from it. Waking up would only make the next dream worse. It would anger them.  My p***y gushed as the c**k f****d in and out of me. It was so big like it was spreading me open so much that it would break me. I groaned as it slid home, hitting the edge of my cunt. My legs quaked as I was filled to the brim with the beast’s c**k.  The f*****g didn’t stop. The beast handled me in its large hands like I was nothing but a doll. I cried out with the next violent thrust. My eyes crossed as the pleasure took over me, shocking me from the tip of my fingers down to my toes.  The tongue withdrew from my chest. The smaller beast ran their hands over my sweaty face.  “There,” they said, “you love it, don’t you?” “No,” I said while shaking my head. The beast f****d rapidly into my aching p***y. My t**s jiggled with each thrust. I moaned as I felt a hand slip beneath my thighs and rub my clit. It was engorged, ready to send me over the edge. I didn’t want it, but I also ached for it at the same time.  The thrusts became harder and faster. I was jostled around. Each thrust of that hot and hard c**k inside me pushed me closer and closer. It was there and I reach for it.  The hand on my clit stopped.  I don’t know when I’d closed my eyes, but I opened them then when the hand stopped.  The thrusts of the c**k inside me didn’t falter, but I was more aware of the smaller beast watching me.  The tongue flicked over its lips. Then, it opened its mouth, revealing rows of sharp teeth. I didn’t have time to scream before the beast snapped its jaw around my neck.