The dream was happening again. I should have known better, but I’d gotten used to not having to worry about being eaten alive in my head.
There were two beasts as usual. They were hidden by the black smoke rolling over them. It was also a sea of blackness, no light except for the red glow from their eyes. One pressed against me from behind. Its thick d**k brushed my lower back.
The shorter one came closer to me. Its warm breath fanned over my cheek. I felt something ghost over my collar.
They never talked in my dreams. It was all about showing their power over me and my body. They wanted to show how they could dominate me, kill me, f**k me, do whatever they wanted with my body without any trouble. I’d spent most of the first months fighting against them. Somewhere after a year, I gave in to them, took what they gave me.
It was always better when I tried to find a way out of the dream. The quicker they killed me or came inside of me, the sooner it was over.
But it was so hard to gauge what they were going to do. I thought I knew what was going to happen. Though this was already different.
The small one pressed against me. They grabbed my breasts and leaned down to taste them. That wasn’t the strange part. What was strange, different, from the other dreams was that this one had curves. I tried to think about to the other dreams, tried to figure out if I’d ever known the gender of the smaller one. But as I tried to find the answer in a great sea of memories, the beast sucked my n*****s into its hot mouth.
Its sharp teeth grazed over it, molding it over and under. The pain skyrocketed as it bit down on it. Blood dripped from its mouth, but it quickly lapped it up. I moaned as the larger of the two pressed behind me. That was right on schedule. I almost found comfort in the events. It made me feel only slightly better about what was to come.
However, my optimism came to a screeching halt when the smaller looked up at me. I could see its face. That was very new.
She—they, it, I wasn’t sure what the beast was—was beautiful. Their face was smooth, delicate, almost human in a way. Though their eyes gave away that they were not human. Purple eyes looked back at me and the fangs that seemed to glistened made it more obvious that this was a creature I didn’t want to mess with.
They smiled, the grin pulling at the corner of their full lips.
Then, they ran their hands up my body and then down. I watched as they sunk to their knees.
I gasped.
Where I was most positively sure was supposed to be my mound, was a hard and thick d**k. It jutted out from my body, nestled in a modest nest of dark pubic hair, and had large veins that ran alongside the base.
I was flabbergasted, horrified, and just frankly confused.
The beast didn’t look confused. It licked its lips and swallowed the c**k down to the hilt.
“Oh God!” I gasped out as my new d**k was engulfed in a blazing wet heat.
I grabbed a hold of the beast’s head, surprised when my hands found their way to what felt like two horns. Without thinking, I grabbed onto them and thrust my hips into the eager mouth. Their tongue worked over the slit of my c**k. I bucked forward, hitting the back of their tight throat.
This was way different than anything I’d experienced before. It was like I was being dipped into hot lava, scorching from the tip of my leaking c**k to the inside of my groin. It was a combination of feelings I couldn’t describe nor could I really understand. The beast’s mouth convulsed around my c**k. I bit my lip as I f****d their face, using the horns to hold them in place. I sued them as a tool to get me off. The larger of the two beasts reached around the front of me grasped my t**s and held them. They squeezed them and molded them as they pleased. The touching only spurred my thrusts.
They gagged at one particular thrust. Spit trailed from the corners of their mouth, but I was too lost in the pleasure to care. I manipulated their head, f*****g hard up into their throat until I heard the gag.
“Fuckfuckfuck.” I moaned, almost screaming at the top of my lungs as the heat tightened over my sensitive d**k. I cried out as I thrust one more time into the awaiting heat and came down their throat. They sucked me dry until I silently humped their face, the sucking noise echoing in the dark space.
It was a feeling that I had never felt before. The dreams had always left something to be desired, a feeling that I would have to satisfy myself. But those were always the dreams that didn’t leave me dead, eaten alive by these monsters. The dreams that ended with me dead never left me wanting more.
The sucking sensation on my d**k grew tighter. The beast hummed around the head of my c**k. They dug their claws into my thighs pulling me closer until their lips pressed against my pelvis. I looked down, hands still clutching tightly to their horns. I worked my hips in a circler motion, gasping as I kept hitting the back of their throat. My lips parted. The c*m was dripping from the sides of their mouth. It was becoming too sensitive. I tried to push them away.
They sucked harder, working their tongue over my slit and down the veins.
“Stop,” I begged. I dropped their horns and pushed at their face. Their violet eyes stared up at me, slowly blinking as if this were a game. They didn’t look like they were in the mood for stopping.
Tears sprang from my eyes. The pleasure was morphing to pain. My heart quickened as I came to realize that this was going to be one of the dreams where they killed me.