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"Hey! That's not fair! You're doing that with your mind, aren't you?"
He laughs and suckles at my neck. Through my moans, I barely hear his reply.
"I'mthe one who gets to decide how the dream feels. I could have eight tongues between my legs instead of two cocks."
Suddenly eight separate tongues lash at my swollen clit.
"Oh!"
Of course, we both know that my body back in the real world is probably moaning and writhing in the bed. Probably soaking wet, too.
Part of me wants to wake up. But a big part of me isn't ready yet.
"More," I gasp.
"How about two mouths on my chest? They'd be just about right for...yes..."
Two mouths appear on his chest and their lips reach out to suck and tease my nipples. My back arches as I cry out with pleasure. It feels like electricity coursing from my chest down my belly, all the way to my core.
Where it gets licked up by those eight tongues. A couple of the tongues grow longer, seeking out my asshole. I've had tentacles back there now, so it's not completely crazy to me, but tongues have a different feel. The way they lick at my tight rosebud makes me shiver. They're wet and slippery, like someone drooling for their favorite meal.
As they break through and penetrate me, my eyes roll back in my head and my mind drifts away to nowhere.
I'm so lucky. I can have this perfect creature by day, and by night? I can have anything. And dreams can be even more real than reality sometimes.
Especially nightmares.
When you get stabbed, you really feel it.
And when you've got six tongues in the front and two in the back, and mouths all over you sucking and kissing...well, you really feel that, too.
A nightmare that feels like hours can only take a few minutes.
I guess what I'm saying is, I use the snooze alarm.
It'sSunday and the smell of fresh laundry fills the house. Ren and Gabrielle are working on it together, and I join in, eager to help.
Sunday is my new favorite day of the week. A day for a few chores.
A day to make sure my bras get out of the laundry before Gabrielle's claws can poke a hole in them.
That's only happened twice, but I like to tease her.
They both watch me with bright smiles as I work. I can’t blame them, I’m pretty happy myself. My belly has grown a little. Enough so the other women can tell. I haven’t even told Fabien yet.
The heir of the Nightshade clan grows in my belly.
Fabien made an announcement, not long after we got back that night, that I was going to go by my “middle” name, Lily. My last name never really mattered, since I changed it when I got married anyways.
So now I’m Lily Nightshade, and it feels more right than my old ever did. Of course, everybody but Fabien calls me Lady Nightshade anyways.
My real parents have disowned me, but I know how temperamental they can be. I think they’ll come around. I haven’t heard from my fake dad, Caron Zedona, either. Olivia says he’s doing fine, living somewhere in Argentina.
She also swears she’s coming for Christmas. And she’d better, or I’ll come find her and drag her back home. Some days when we’re texting I forget that’s she’s not my real sister.
The family lawyers have cleared everything up with Homeland. I mean, they didn't make it so Rasmussen's murder was okay. We hid his body where it'll never be found and I honestly haven't lost any sleep over it.
In the end, it was him or me. And he was a real homicidal asshole.
It's taken weeks for the whole ordeal to bleed out of me. At first there was a nightmare, but thanks to my husband, that only happened once. After that, Fabien filled my nights with a relaxing beach vacation.
Just sunshine, clear water and never any sharks. Every now and then someone brings me a margarita. They're almost the best dreams I've ever had.
When the sun goes down on the beach, a familiar figure joins me. His face is no longer hidden in shadows. His soft lips and tentacles wrap around me, touching me everywhere at once, sliding easily across my skin. It's like swimming in a pool made of sex toys, covered in lube.
I wake in the night hungry, seeking Fabien's touch for real. He's always awake and ready for me, having stimulated the dreams himself.
When we’re done, I lay awake and feel the baby moving. I can’t wait to see if it’s a boy or a girl.
Either way, they’ll be a cute little monster.
