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Max Kincaid wasn’t sure what to expect when he started messing around with his mother’s old spirit board.
Maybe he’d freak himself out a little or lose some sleep at the worst. He didn’t believe in magic or the occult, but the promise of something exciting was enough for him to risk hellfire or possession.
The dreams, however…
He hadn’t been expecting the dreams.
The first one was simple enough. He went to sleep and found himself standing alone in front of a black door. Since this was a dream and he didn’t think there was any danger, he opened it and walked into a dark, circular room. The ceiling, walls, and floors were covered in tufted red velvet, and it was like being inside of a giant jewelry box. He couldn’t see much because of the heavy shadows, but he smelled a spicy aroma that reminded him of chai tea.
A clawed hand touched his shoulder in a gentle caress…
And then he woke up.
Max didn’t think much about it until he dreamed of the same room again the following night. It was still dark, but he knew he wasn’t alone this time. There was a monster here with him, and it was smiling at him.
It was a bulging beast, towering over seven feet tall, with a long tail covered in sparse spikes. The spikes were like needles, and they grew in a large cluster at the very end like a lion’s tail. Every inch of his rich emerald skin was covered in complex black tattoos, flowing together in thick spirals that accentuated the lines of his muscular frame. He had big claws, big fangs, big horns, and well…
Somethingelsevery big peeking out from beneath his jeweled loincloth.
“No one has been here in a long time,” the monster said, baring his sharp teeth in a wicked smile. “Why did you come through the door?”
“It was unlocked,” Max replied. “I didn’t think… I thought it was okay.”
“It’s more than all right,” the monster said, reaching out to stroke Max’s cheek with a single claw, “as long as you want to be mine.”
“Yours?”
“Yes.”
Max closed his eyes and leaned into the touch, and his cock throbbed. Dream or not, he was getting hot, and he really wanted to stick his head under that loincloth and see that cock. He was overwhelmed with desire, and yet he still hesitated.
“Do you want to be mine?”
“Yes,” Max whispered. “I do.”
“Go on then, Max.” The monster chuckled. “Enjoy yourself.”
Max didn’t find it strange the monster somehow knew his name or could apparently read his mind, and he had no conscious inhibitions to stop him from dropping to his knees. He pushed the cloth out of his way, and he whimpered at the sight of the juicy green cock he found hanging there. The monster’s tattoos ran along the thick shaft and even around his balls.
He breathed in the scent of warm spice and hot skin, and he licked the big cock from head to root with a hungry moan.
Krumm.
He knew the monster’s name was Krumm. It had popped in his head like a whisper, and he marveled at how real all of this felt. He could feel the warmth of Krumm’s flesh, and he could even taste it. He’d had some pretty lucid dreams before, but this was incredible.
“Keep going, Max,” Krumm urged. “Suck me.”
Max grabbed the base of Krumm’s cock, stroking him and marveling at how Krumm swelled in his hand. He licked at the slick head, drawing it into his mouth. His lips were stretched to their limit to take on so much, and he bobbed his head, sucking ravenously.
“Yes, Max. Mmm, just like that. Good boy.” Krumm petted Max’s hair. “Such a very good boy.”
Max took all that he could until Krumm’s cock was slamming into his throat, and his eyes were hot with tears. He wanted his come, he wanted to swallow it all down, and he was so turned on that he rocked his hips forward, grinding into nothing. He needed his hands to stroke what couldn’t fit in his mouth, and he loved the drag of Krumm’s claws over his scalp.
“Good boy,” Krumm said again. “You’re perfect.”
The praise filled Max with an unexpected rush of heat, and he couldn’t quite explain why it made him feel so good. He wanted to please Krumm more than anything, he wanted to be the best he’d ever had, and he took every fierce thrust even as drool ran down his chin.
