“Whatever I want…” he repeated my words with a dark chuckle and that suave-as-sin grin. “Careful, treasure. I have a disturbing imagination, and while this is a dream…”
His palm smoothed up my belly and between my breasts, his spread fingers skimming my pierced nipples and making them pebble.
My breath froze in my lungs as his hand traveled up my body and slowly gripped me by the throat.
“This can quickly turn into a nightmare…”
He shifted right before my eyes, his form morphing into a much larger male—horns three times as large, death-pale skin tinted the slightest hint of blue, and a giant skull head with nothing but blue fire filling his gaping eye sockets.
Every time I’d seen the god of death in his full glory, I’d felt nothing but hatred for him.
When I’d learned Belial and the Lord of Bones were one and the same, that hatred turned into something more complex.
Now, all I felt was curiosity and strangely safe caged between his muscular, vein-corded arms. Maybe it was because this was a dream, and the false security of it made the sudden shift in our dynamic easier to swallow.
I stared into those two flaming pits, my chest heaving as my pulse launched into hyperdrive.
His maw opened, and a thick black tongue oozing saliva snaked around between his huge, razor-sharp teeth. It painted a lick over my lips, and I instantly felt how powerful it was.
My frantic heart beat like it was going to burst from my ribcage as I imagined how a tongue like that would feel inside me.
The appendage was about as thick as his cock in his lesser form, more than enough to fill me. My attention moved down his body, trying to make out the outline of what he was packing in this form.
His cloak was draped over us on either side, wrapping his brawny frame in shadows.
Unable to bridle my curiosity, I moved my hand between his legs to grip him over his pants.
Jesus. He was freaking huge. Good thing this was a dream; otherwise, I’d question if I’d ever walk again.
“Like what you feel, my grave treasure?”
Yes. The answer was fuck to the yes. But also, nerves were eating me alive. I was so damn small compared to him. How was this even going to be logistically possible?
“Careful putting that monster anywhere near my mouth. I have a new thing for biting off demon lord cocks.” Of course, my mouth had a tendency to run when I was nervous.
I tensed, waiting for the Lord of Bones’ wrath.
Instead, he laughed, sounding more like the demon I’d fallen in love with. “First, you have to fit it into your mouth, so good luck with that. But I’ll enjoy watching you try.”
The place between my thighs buzzed with heat. Since I had no panties on, I knew I had to be soaking Leviathan’s bedding. Good thing the spot wouldn’t be there once I woke up. The creepy bastard would probably never wash them after that.
Belial flicked his tongue, as if tasting my arousal filtering into the air. His massive hand wedged between my thighs, deadly claws teasing my flesh as he rubbed the pad of his pointer digit over my weeping seam.
“You’ve thought about fucking me in this form before, haven’t you?”
“No,” I denied, even though we both knew it was a lie.
He laughed, dark and deep. The sound had the little hairs on my arm bolting up, and thick pearls of arousal leaked from my center, dripping down my ass cheeks.
He caught one of the beads with the crook of his finger and brought it to his mouth. My eyes widened as I watched his tongue split apart and encircle his pointer finger twice.
A growl rumbled from his chest. “You get this slutty little look on your face whenever you see my tongue.”
His fingers smoothed over my apex, one slipping inside me, and he laughed at the way I gasped and clenched around him.
“Wetter, too.”
“You’re a sadistic bastard. Ohfuuuuck,” I said, punctuating my words with a drawn out moan.
