Bad Dreams (3 page)

She came in a flood of slick, wet juices, squirting around the cock inside her.

Then,
his
climax capped her pleasure. Just as she began to come back down Priya felt the phallus in her mouth give a twitch, and then hot, salty cum filled her throat, forcing her to swallow. A second later she felt a gush of more cum flood her cunt, shooting deep into her wicked depths and spurting out around the tendril's thickness in tight spurts. The third one pumped into her ass.

His orgasm proved the perfect indulgence to her insane lust, filling her body with his burning inhuman seed until she couldn't take anymore. Then when the three massive phalluses could no longer remain in her they popped out with a fresh twitch of pleasure and gushed still more thick white semen onto her body, jets of his seed splattering her cheeks, her breasts, her thighs and her belly.

"More," Priya gasped desperately. Her mind was nothing more than hungry reptilian want. "
Please,
more..."

Shadow and light shifted; the demon changed. His winding coils receded, dissipating into the vague edges of her dreaming awareness until he became fully a man again. The figure she'd seen on the street, kneeling over her in the darkness. The cock between his thighs was still a monstrous thing, glistening and wet.

The demon tilted her up toward him and guided her mouth to receive him.

She gladly, obediently sucked at him, and very quickly his thrusts grew fervent and wild. He came again, bitter semen filling her throat once more. She gulped it down in drunken gratitude, swallowing over and over until he was done.

The demon took her head in his hands and bent down to whisper in her ear.

"Be... like me," he hissed. "Ascend. Say yes to me...I will take you. You will know nothing but the world's direst pleasures, the most depraved and delicious sins. Agree to be my whore, and I will make you like me."

"Yes," she whispered. Already she wanted to come again, even as the demon's copious cum still dripped from her body. "Yes, yes,
yes, please."

"Tomorrow," he continued. "Take the boy at your place of work. Take him and use him until you have had your fill. I will return for you again in the night and we will mate until I have filled myself on you. The next day take the first man who will have you, and fuck him until you cannot come anymore. Then, I will make you mine, through and through."

"No," she whimpered. "
Now."

A sly blade of a smile cut through the darkness; his laugh rasped like a flurry of ash across her skin.

"
Hungry
little slut. Hungry
whore
. Is that really what you want?"

"Yes," Priya whispered. "Oh, yes..."

"So quickly you succumb."

The touch of tendrils pressed her again. She inhaled sharply, yearning for another bout of his torment and tantalizing indulgence.

"Then," he breathed against her ear. Coils slipped around her again, caressing, taunting,
pulling
her down, into oblivion.

"Say goodbye to the world of waking."

***

P
riya awoke with a sudden, gasping start, her heart thundering in her chest. Her skin, cold and clammy, had pebbled in goosebumps. Her bedroom hung silently in the darkness of the early hours. Beside her, Ron slept undisturbed, snoring faintly, and oblivious to her violent awakening.

She shivered. It shook her whole body from head to toe. Her stomach felt hollow and weak.

When she caught sight of herself in the mirror, the eyes of her reflection gleamed, like shining hematite.

She'd...
changed.

Eyes widening, Priya climbed out of bed and crossed to the dresser, leaning close to study her reflection. She looked younger.
Hotter.
Her skin, softer and smoother; her lips, more plump and red; her teeth...
perfect.

She looked
perfect.
Too perfect.

Inhuman.

The point came home even more intensely when those new, lush lips parted in surprise. A violent shiver overtook her as she saw her canine teeth had grown ever-so-slightly...
sharper.

She spun around, and her gaze fell on Ron.

An ugly, bubbling disgust rose up in the pit of her stomach. It overtook her with surprising violence—she
hated
him. More than hated, she
loathed
him. Everything about him offended her: the softness of his body, the frailness of his mind, even the way he
smelled.
Priya barely even recognized him. He'd become strange to her.

No...
she'd
become strange.

I will make you like me.

"Yes," she whispered. She turned away from Ron, from the mirror. Without dressing, she walked out of the bedroom. She crossed the house, through the living room, to the doorway.

Out into the night.

As she stepped, naked, onto the front porch, she spread her arms and let the cold breeze caress her perfect flesh. The world had changed with her: everything came to her in bright, sharp focus, keener and more tantalizing than ever before. She saw the world now with a
predator's
eyes.

A
hungry
predator’s eyes. A predator who might never be filled, never be satisfied, but would take all the pleasure of the world all the same.

Priya smiled. Time to find her nightmare visitor, her mate and master.

Time to begin a
new
nightmare.

One she could indulge for eternity.

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