"Well, youwouldthink, being a bird."
It was Corviss's turn to sputter.
"I am not abird,stupid girl! I am the thing you fear most in the dark, your worst nightmares made real."
"You don't look that scary," she mused, the small smile still on her face. "Did you get the bird food I left you?"
His nostrils flared and her smile stretched, before being replaced with a look of confusion.
"Wait, if you're not in incubus . . . My dreams. You're the one who crashed the plane." She sucked in a breath when he knotted, echoing the motion. "I already knew that. I knew it was you. But an incubus wouldn't care about my dreams."
"I already told you, I am not —"
She held up an interrupting hand, cutting him off.
“So if you are doing the work for an incubus, does that mean you've-you’ve been . . ." She trailed off, both hands raising to cover her mouth as her eyes widened further.
She understood then.
“You’re cock warming me right now, sweet pet,” he crooned with his own dose of malice, regaining the upper hand, grinning as her eyes bulged. He could feel her muscles twitch in the waking world, testing the veracity of his claim. Corviss groaned, giving her his most malevolent smile. “Mmm, do that again.”
She gasped when she realized he’d been able to feel it, that this was, in fact, only a lucid dream, that her body was actually pressed beneath his.
“That means you've been . . . to me . . .inme. Since the ritual."
It was a good thing she had moved her sleeping mind back to her bed, for she may have fallen otherwise, Corviss thought ruefully. She swayed where she sat at the edge of the mattress, her lips moving and no sound coming out, her eyes casting about, turning swiftly to whip back her comforter and gaze at the sheet, as if she expected something to be there.
"The true incubus would have been rougher with you," he grumbled sullenly, quite annoyed at the way the evening had turned out. He should have pushed her into the deep the instant he entered the water, or better yet, he should have climbed off her body once his hunger was sated and he had feasted on her cunt, and flown home. His cock jerked, reminding him that it had not yet been satisfied, his balls still tight and hot.Whathappened to blow a load and clock out? This is what you get for being a sentimental simpleton.
"That was you earlier? Just before?"
She watched him, top teeth coming down on her full lower lip in a way that was quite appealing. He decided that the following night, he would paralyze her as soon as he perched, not bothering with her dreams. He would nudge his cock head against her lips until she was forced to open her mouth, and would use her throat the way a real demon might.Blow a load and clock out.It would be better than having to hear her talk, he decided.
"You touched me," she went on, "and you-you licked me." Her eyes moved down his body, taking in his feathered neck and shoulders and wide wings, and the way his feathers began over the tops of his thighs, moving down over knee and calf until they bent back in scaled corvid legs. "It doesn't look like you finished," she murmured in a shaky voice, biting her lip again at the sight of his engorged cock. "Were you planning on using that?"
He nodded, and his cock twitched again beneath her heavy gaze. She jumped when it did so, exhaling sharply, seeming like she was gathering herself for something.
"But you went down on me first."
It wasn't a question, so he didn't feel the need to give an answer. Besides, Corviss thought, he didn't especially want to admit that he had found a way to sate his hunger without threading her nightmares.
He watched the girl take a deep breath, exhaling sharply again as she reached out to him. Just as she had deep in her dreamsea, her hand closed over his shaft, gripping him tightly. It was his turn to suck in a breath when she began to move, using his violet-colored foreskin to stroke him from root to tip, gasping slightly as she moved up his ridged underside.
"What happens now?" she asked, tugging him gently by the base until he made a move forward. When the pad of her thumb found its way to his slit, she coated herself in the pre-come he leaked, using its viscous slipperiness to stroke down his shaft again.
"I will be back tomorrow night," he gritted out. "And every night until my debt is repaid. Then I go back to my own duties." He hissed when she led his cock head to the lips of her sex, rubbing over her clit several times before guiding him to her entrance.
"And what duties are those?"
"I am a nightmare. A sleep paralysis nightmare, to be specific."
She nodded, biting her lip briefly before gripping his hips and pulling him forward. She was as tight and warm as she had been every other time. For a moment, as he rolled his hips into hers, feeling her gasp against him and her fingers tighten in his feathers, he could not immediately discern what was different. She was tight and warm, soft and sweet smelling, and her cunt still felt just as good around his cock as it had he'd slid it into her, but this time . . . this time she was an active participant.
Corviss realized, for the very first time since he had begun flying into the realm of mortals to perch on their sleeping forms and suck up their fear, that he could not quite discern the difference between the dreamsea and the waking world.
"You'll be back tomorrow," she went on doggedly, "and-and you're going to give me another nightmare? Like the plane crash?" She cried out as he lifted her legs, resting her ankles over his feathered shoulders, an exquisite angle to thrust upward into her.
"I am what I am," he snapped, teeth gnashing, close to her throat. For a long moment, he could do nothing but concentrate on fucking her, on the tight press of her inner walls around his cock, on the small sounds she made. He wanted her in the centerof the bed, further back where he could climb over her body, but it was impossible to push her into that position as they currently were. It was easier to lift her, he decided, scooping her up from the bed as she squeaked. His hips never ceased that movement, chasing his release with increasing fervor. His balls were tight, nearly cramping with the need to expel, and if he could put her in a position where he could rub her clit again, he might be able to force one final climax out of her for the night, giving him the squeeze he needed to make him erupt.
"Fine. You'll be back, and you'll probably give me another nightmare."
He threw her down to the center of the bed, and the girl wheezed in shock, stretching her legs open wide for him as he settled between them, feeding his cock into her once more and resuming his rhythm. He was ready to explode, was going to fill her to the brim with his seed, and it was almost a waste that she was merely a human. He began to rub her clit, tight circles, fingers rolling over the swollen little pearl, and her breath hitched.
“But you're going to lick my pussy again first, right?”
A choked laughter escaped him at her words, the first time he could ever rememberlaughingat work. She was audacious, but she had spent a good deal of money on her little ritual. It wasn’t a magic potion, but clearly she still intended to get her money’s worth.
He continued to caw in laughter, groaning when she tightened around him, for he knew her words were true. He would feed on her again, would have his fill, substituting her desire for her fear, a revelation if there ever was one. The girl hardly seemed afraid of him, he realized, wondering when he’d become so predictable that even a human could see through his motivations.
She was right, he decided. He wanted to taste her cunt and feed on the ambrosia of her desire again . . . but he was anightmare, after all, and her fear was equally delicious. Perhaps, he thought, closing his eyes as he emptied into her, he would do well to sample both.
