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No flavors could ever compare to all of hers. Not blood, not tears, not even a soul. A terrible thing to ensnare a demon, but for Ambrosius to experience it again made him twice the fool. She waseverything,and he wanted to kill her for it. Hollow out her organs, blood, and marrow, and suck everything dry. Bury himself in their place and make her rib cage his new prison. To haunt every moment of her existence for eternity, until they were nothing more than an unconscious thought.
If you’re gonna haunt me in my dreams…
His fingers made quick work of his slacks, and Ambrosius hissed as his cock was freed. The relief was short-lived, though, as he stared at his length hovering above her entrance. Something akin to human logic, to reason noodled at his head, but it escaped him the moment Ambrosius settled between her legs, cock sliding between her folds. Her heat electrified him.
Gwen murmured something unintelligible, fingers curling briefly at her sides. Her nipples had grown hard, arousal from his administrations and dreams heating her sleeping body quickly. She was so much, and the demon was torn between staring at her breasts or her cunt. The moment was short-lived as two eyes that shared a single socket quickly divided the attention. He could finallyseeher.
Ambrosius curled a hand around her hip as he slowly rocked through her wetness. Teasing pleasure sent more electric pulses from the tip of his cock to the top of his spine. The heat between them grew, becoming as suffocating as their last meeting. When his cock twitched, arousal mixing with her own, Ambrosius couldn’t help but pant at the sight of them together.
A soft, sleepy moan escaped Gwen, alerting him to her stirring. Her dreams—or maybe nightmares—were beginning to fade away, but her hips had started moving along with him. Lazily rocking with him, even in her dreams. It would only be a matter of moments before she woke up and realized…
If you’re gonna haunt me in my dreams…
It was madness as Ambrosius pressed his cock against her entrance. Madness that urged Ambrosius forward, that made his body contort above his warlock. Spine elongatingwith his limbs in a manner that would be psychologically distressing. The hand at her hip clenched, claws dipping and cutting into the beloved old scars, while the other landed on the bed, barely avoiding nicking her neck. With one final push, Ambrosius closed the distance between them. His cock pulsed in time with her insides. Gwen let out a louder moan, eyes fluttering and giving Ambrosius no moment’s rest.
Rearing his hips back, Ambrosius quickly plunged forward. Gwen’s eyes shot open, sleep blurring her confusion until her eyes widened at the realization.
If you’re gonna haunt me in my dreams, the least you could do is fuck me awake…
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Gwen
The sluggish disorientation of waking up quickly vanished.
Gwen supposed there wasn’t anything more sobering than realizing she had been literally fucked awake by a demon. Not just any demon, but the one that had just been in her dreams. Only it wasn’t his tongue between her legs, but a part of him that she had mindlessly cried for during their last meeting.
The memory heated her face, but it didn’t stop her hips from desperately canting toward his. It didn’t deter her from wrapping her legs around him, from crying out at a particularly deep thrust. He was above her, inside her, and the lonely part of her that had mourned their short separation cried out with joy at having him so near again.
That didn’t mean she wouldn’t complain, though.
“You fuckingasshole,” she panted as her hand wrapped around his thin, bony wrist. “You … you couldn’t have asked first?”
He looked dangerous above her, eyes glowing like neon signs and bathing his terrible grin. The tongue that had been inside her peaked between his teeth, wet and dripping. His unhinged expression made Gwen shudder as he continued to fuck deeply into her.
“Why would I have asked when you demanded it so badly? This was your desire, wasn’t it?” he laughed, a staggered sound against her face. “I promised you I would do this, didn’t I? Aren’t I a good benefactor, my bittersweet? Don’t I give you what you need?”
Fuck.
Fuuuuuck.
Those words made her clench around him, and they both groaned at the sensation. Teeth sharpened into that familiar shark-like grin as Ambrosius’ claw dug into her hip. Gwen could feel the subtle ache of them, the blood welling toward the surface of her skin, making her gasp.
“Oh,Gwen, you just got wetter,” Ambrosius cooed.
His angles were wrong, that much Gwen could contextualize with her pleasure drunk gaze. She could feel it through the thin material of his dress shirt, the unusual arch in his back and the length of it. He was taller than he normally was, even his arms seemed to jut out of his shoulders like spider legs.
Yesterday she had slept with a demon who hid beneath the skin of a man. Now, she was being fucked by what laid underneath. And the thought alone made Gwen wild with need. His large, monstrous hand easily covered one of herheavy breasts. Ambrosius quickly swallowed her breath, mouth covering hers. Gwen could feel the jagged edges of his teeth against her lips, felt the hot, wet invasion of his tongue. She did her best to combat it, but it felt like a losing battle as Ambrosius stroked the roof of her mouth.
When she felt faint, Ambrosius was the one to pull their mouths apart. Something hot and sticky fell against her cheek. Saliva, no doubt, but it was the farthest thing from Gwen’s mind. The only thing that mattered was the way her heart pounded in time with Ambrosius’ bruising pace.
“Oh, Am—” Gwen groaned around his name, hands desperately reaching around his growing rib cage. “Ro-ah, fuck!”
“Mmm, you said that before,” he laughed, this time a deep and dark creature that vibrated into her very marrow. “‘Ro’, you said it so wantonly. Is thatDaddy’snew name, hmm? Needy, always so needy for the thing in the dark. For the thing under your bed. Forme.”
Gwen keened, hands sinking into the fabric of his dress shirt as blue veins pulsed past her wrist and up her arms. The glow of Ambrosius’ terrible gaze was suddenly cast in more of that spectral light. It took Gwen a moment to realize it was her own eyes making that strange light, but she was immediately thrown at the almost gentle expression on the demon’s face.