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Obviously dream Rowan wasn’t human, and I was creating this version. I wouldn’t be adding this dream into my diary. If I died, I didn’t want anyone reading about this shit. A whimper left my lungs as the bulge began moving up and down his cock, as if it was inside his monstrous prick. While it was inside of me?
What the ever-loving fuck is that?
Did his dick just pull a Mighty-Morphin-Power-Ranger change inside my vagina? What the hell was caressing, pulsing, and licking my walls from within my pussy? My eyes clamped shut, and sweat beaded on my brow, neck and chest as he growled, pushing deeper.
“Good girl,” he crooned before leaning over me and slowly pistoned his hips to create friction. Soft, delicate kisses peppered my face and throat as my loud, sultry pants puffed from my lips. “You feel so fucking good around me. Your tight pussy’s milking me already, begging for me to ruin it. Is that what you want? You want me stretching it, forcing it to take all of my thick cock until it’s so fucking full it aches?” He shoved in, demanding I take the second and third ladder rung at the same time, and the iron grip I had on my voice shattered.
“Yes!” I screamed and writhed against him. Was this what insanity felt like? Had my mind fractured? Who the fuck cared? I didn’t—at least, not right now. “All of it, Rowan. I want all of you now,” I snarled, as he shivered above me.
“All of me would rip you apart, Moira Darling.” His smugness only pissed me off and offered a challenge. It was, after all, a dream, right? I bucked against him, and he growled along with the creatures attending my ruination.
He pulled back until the head of his cock sat at my entrance and then surged forward, uncaring of the burning pain he elicited. It was erotic and wrong. It was a sinful debauchery in the truest sense. It was everything. Beautiful wantonness, desirous, and carnal hunger consumed me. The feel of him shuddering as my body took inch after glorious inch drove me to crave more of him.
As he spread my legs impossibly wider and delved deeper, Rowan stared down at me with a look of ownership burning, and tightening his face. The sounds I was making changed from agonized moans to pleasurable gasps as he continued pushing in and pulling against my greedy, clenching channel.
The hands holding my hips finally released me, so the next time he plunged deep, I lifted. He froze—his base pressed against my opening—as a violent tremor rocked through both of us. Then he punched his knuckles into the mattress and lifted so he could peer down at where we were fully connected. Then his eyes slid to mine before dropping to the victorious smile curling over my lips.
It snapped something inside him, and he began pumping wildly into my body. My pleasure spiraled at a breathtaking pace while the things within me licked and caressed my G-spot, which shot me into the stars without warning. The orgasm was violent as it hammered through me with the same rough and animalistic need of the bastard fucking me.
“Good girl, you naughty little slut. You’re taking all of me,” he crooned. “Your pussy’s milking me so fucking nicely. Such a pretty thing coming for me like a ravenous little imp.” When I tried to escape the next orgasm, he was forcing me straight toward, he laughed and just fucked me harder. “That’s it, fight me.”
One after the other, the orgasms battered through me until my stomach ached from the intensity of them. Tears slid from my eyes as the pleasurable rapture forced them free. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” His hips were pistoning like a machine running on a dangerous setting and the filthy shit he whispered had my body locked in an endless orgasm.
When he sat back, his hand gripped my throat and brought me with him. His other hand slid to my hip, pulling me tight against him, and he rolled his hips. My clit throbbed wildly with the added pressure, and the creatures in the woods grew almost feral with anticipation and approval. The perverts enjoyed watching him push into my body more in this position. My focus shifted, and the hold he held on my throat tightened.
“Eyes on me, Moira Darling. Don’t worry about them, they’re merely a part of me,” he growled, but then his entire body tensed, including the hand he had collaring my throat, and again, I was sent spinning out of control.
His name left my lips as the orgasm battered through me like a tornado spiraling through me. It sounded like a benediction that declared him my god and savior in the same breath of air. The sound of thousands of creatures moaning reached a crescendo that echoed through the night like a sympathy of pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect. We like you more than we expected to.”
“We?” I whispered through trembling lips.
“Yes, we.” He pushed me backward onto the bed, smiling devilishly down at me as he withdrew from my body.
“What the hell are you?” I asked, which admittedly, I should’ve done before I’d let him ruin me.
“I am Legion,” he murmured while leaning forward, kissing my forehead tenderly. “And we are many. All of us have enjoyed tasting your pleasure, Bishop.”
“Excuse me?” I whirred as confusion and fear shot through me.
“You didn’t even wait until the sweat cooled before your mind began working.”
Lifting from the bed, he clicked his tongue, which had the tendrils still caressing me slowly returning to him. After pulling up his sweatpants, he crawled from the bed without taking his eyes from me. The pleasure simmering in them as he took in the poor, pitiful mess he’d made of my vagina sent warmth slithering over my flesh.
“Now that you’re ours, we have something you need to do for us. I’m going to need you to wake up, and then tiptoe downstairs, open the front door, and invite us in. Now, be a good girl for me and wake up.”
I shot upright in bed, and my hand immediately pressed between my legs. There was no pain or agonizing burn, which told me that had all been a nightmare.
My brain slowly became hazy as the need to be quiet sank into my mind. The thunderous beat of my heart pounding against my ribs sent confusion clouding my thoughts until they vanished, replaced by Rowan’s sultry words.
Sliding from the bed, I yanked down my thin tank top and slipped into the hallway. As quietly as I could, I headed down the staircase, careful to avoid any spots that would creak under the slightest weight. When I got to the landing, instead of heading to the kitchen for coffee, I strolled to the front door and opened it, smiling warmly at Rowan, who slid his pretty silver gaze across my face.
The sound of chairs scraping over the floor filled my ears as Rowan smiled back at me. Licking my suddenly parched lips, I giggled like some simpleminded schoolgirl. Something in my brain itched, but the feeling faded almost as soon as it took form.
“Hello, Moira.” His rich, soothing baritone made my thighs squeeze together.
“Don’t invite him in!” several people bellowed as a half a dozen sets of footsteps rushed toward us.
