The Last Incubus Ch. 20

The Last Incubus: Chapter 20

Note to readers: this chapter contains some light bondage--sort of.

Chapter 20: A busy night of dream-walking.

"You will not fear the terror of the night." ~ Psalm 91 v. 5.

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"Ross? Come in," Kayla said as she answered the door at the Beta Iota sorority house.

"Zucchini Boy!" / "It's Zucchini Boy!" The other two girls in the living room shouted as I stepped in.

Kayla turned her head towards the two girls behind her. "Pipe down, you two. This isn't that kind of visit. He's here to see Mistress Frankie."

Then she turned back to me, "She told me you were coming. I'll escort you upstairs, so you don't get kidnapped. You wouldn't believe what some of the girls want to do with you," she said quietly.

I followed her upstairs and she stood beside the now familiar door outside the master bedroom.

"Go on in, she's alone. No one will bother you."

"Thanks, Kayla," I said as I turned the handle.

Inside, Frankie was sitting in a chair reading. She was dressed in a printed black tee shirt and a pair of old jeans, and had on a pair of reading glasses, the conservative-looking kind with traditional black rims. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. She looked up at me as I walked through the door. Once the door was shut behind me, she closed the textbook she was reading and removed the glasses.

"You sounded down on the phone. Do you need a good fuck, or do you just want to sit and talk?"

"I'd just need to talk for a while, if you don't mind," I replied.

"It's fine with me, I don't mind. But take off your clothes, first," she said, flatly.

"No, Frankie, I just want to talk."

"I heard you, and I want to listen. But I find it's a lot easier to listen when I'm lying down naked in bed. I think you'll find it easier to talk that way, too," she explained.

"That doesn't make sense. If anything, it sounds like a prelude to foreplay."

"Sometimes it is. But you should try it before you knock it. If you prefer, I can have a couple of cunts come in to undress you," she offered.

"No, thank you. I can do that myself."

I removed my shirt and was in the process of taking off my pants when my phone rang. This time, I checked the caller ID. It was Tina.

"Hello? Tina?"

"Yeah, it's me. Sorry about before, I was in the middle of--well, you can probably guess. What did you want to talk about?" she asked.

"Is Lezzie still there?" I asked.

"Yeah, she's right here. Did you want to talk with her?" Tina asked.

"No, nothing like that, I was going to tell you I was on my way but--hold on a second," I said, muting the phone. I turned to Frankie who was removing her panties. "Is it okay if I spend the night here?"

She broke out into a big smile and nodded her head.

"Tina? I'll talk to you in the morning. You and Lezzie have a good night," I said as I hung up.

"Tina? You mean that smoking hot bitch in the Admissions Office?" Frankie asked, climbing into bed. She sat upright against the headboard with the blanket pulled just beneath her breasts.

"Yeah. She's my cousin. I've been staying with her," I said as I took off my pants. Frankie eyed my flaccid member.

"No shit! And you want to spend the night with me instead of with her?"

"She's with a friend right now, so I thought I would give them some time together," I replied.

"Was that 'Lezzie'? Isn't she that stuck-up lesbian cunt who works at the library? Kayla tried to hook up with her once, but she was more into the girly girls. So, your cousin's a lesbian? That's not what I heard," Frankie remarked.

"No, she's bi. Kind of like--well around here," I said, crawling into bed. I sat against the headboard next to her.

"Don't be a smart ass, or I'll put your mouth to better use, like licking my pussy," she smirked.

"Francine, we both know that behind all the tough talk and gruff exterior, you're really a softy at heart," I taunted, smirking back.

"You're really asking for it, aren't you? Here I'm trying to be nice to you and you seem to be doing everything you can to get under my skin. I've got enough ink with skulls and snakes there now as it is," she replied.

"I'm sorry. I've been saying and doing everything wrong all day. I try to be nice and help people, but the more I try, the more everything seems to blow up in my face," I said.

"I think we all have days like that," she said as she started to stroke me.

"I thought we were just going to talk, and you were going to listen," I said.

"I am listening. It's just that I like to fidget sometimes. I didn't think this was bothering you," she grinned.

"No. It feels nice."

"Relaxing, right?"

"Yeah, I guess it is."

"So go on. You were saying that everything you tried to do to help people went wrong. Can you give me any examples?" she prompted.

"Well, there's this friend of mine who's been acting like a jerk to his girlfriend until she had enough and stopped seeing him. Well, now he's upset and wants to get back together with her, but she's so mad at him that she won't have anything to do with him. So, I volunteered to help by talking with her," I said.

"There's your first mistake right there. They need to work things out for themselves," Frankie said.

"You're probably right. But when I first met them, they seemed so right for each other. It was really heart-wrenching to see them so miserable without each other," I commented. My cock was quite firm at this point, responding to all the attention she was giving it.

"So, what happened?"

"Well, it took some doing, but when I finally caught up with her, she started acting weird."

"What do you mean?"

"When I told her how miserable Tripp was--that's my friend--she suddenly took me up to her room and put on this sexy cosplay outfit and started modeling it for me, like she was trying to seduce me or something," I explained.

Frankie started to pump me a little harder. Her aura glowed brighter.

"That sounds really hot. What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything. I got her to agree to meet Tripp and talk things out. She agreed, but only if I was there as a mediator," I replied, as I twitched in her hand.

She gave me an extra firm squeeze.

"You know, for a sex demon, you sure seem pretty oblivious to opportunities for sex, especially to girls who are practically begging for it."

"You mean like you?" I asked as I reached over and began to gently massage her breast, avoiding her nipple ring.

"I meant like Tripp's girlfriend, who sounds pretty hot. And for your information, I'm not begging for sex. In fact, I never beg for sex. I'm just listening, remember? But I do like what you're doing to my boob."

"I wasn't oblivious to the meaning of her behavior; I just wasn't going to bird-dog my friend. Besides, maybe she was testing me or setting me up," I noted.

"Or she might have just been emotional and wanting you on the rebound after a broken relationship," Frankie suggested.

"You know, I never thought of that," I said, idly fingering her nipple ring and tugging on it slightly. Her aura flashed a bright white, like a camera flash.

"Mmm!" she moaned. "Now who's asking for sex?"

"What do you mean?"

"My boobs. Pulling on my nipple ring makes me crazy. It means you're horny and want to fuck me," she explained.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't know," I said, removing my hand.

"What the fuck? You got me wet and horny and now you're stopping?"

"Sorry. Is this better?" I asked, as I gently stroked her labia.

"Mmm. Keep going," she purred, closing her eyes. She spread her legs a little wider, giving me better access.

I started to think about Bailie again and then had an idea.

"Say, Frankie. You wouldn't happen to have an extra room here in the sorority house for someone, would you?"

She was soaked. My fingers made a squishing sound between her inner lips. She let out a soft moan in response.

But I was in the same condition. Drops of pre-cum had formed at my tip, which Franking rubbed around the head with her thumb while she stroked me. I let out a soft moan of my own.

"If you're asking me if you can move in here, it's not allowed. We'd lose our standing in the campus Greek Society," she replied, panting slightly.

"No, it's not for me. It's for another girl I'm worried about. She needs a place to stay," I explained.

I reached in a little deeper, teasing her love hole entrance, occasionally brushing up against her clit ring.

"Ohhh, your fingers are magic! Technically, I'm not allowed to do that, either. But if she's halfway decent in bed, maybe I can hook her up with someone for a little while," she suggested, panting deeper.

"I don't think she's bisexual and I suspect she may have been abused," I replied. My breathing was also getting heavy.

"You're nice to traumatized girls, too? What kind of incubus are you? I thought sex demons were supposed to take advantage of girls like that," she moaned, pumping me a little harder.

"Give me a break. I'm new at this. It's not like being an incubus came in an assembly kit with a set of instructions. Besides, I like this girl. She's cute, and even though her life sucks, she's still kind and caring to others. I couldn't possibly take advantage of her," I panted.

"You're so fucking... Fuck," she moaned as she turned and kissed me hard, driving her tongue as deep into my mouth as it would reach.

When she broke the kiss, she looked me in the eye. "I've never met a guy who was great in bed and so fucking nice at the same time. Shit. I think I'm starting to get feelings for you, Zucchini Boy. But if you repeat that to anyone, I'll fucking kill you," she panted heavily. Her took on an affectionate yellow glow as it expanded.

I smiled. "Your secret's safe with me. And I know you don't like to hear me say this, but I think you've got a kind and caring heart, too," I panted.

"I want you," she said with a look of urgency in her eyes. She pumped me harder.

"I thought you said you never begged for sex?" I teased, fingering her clit ring.

"Oh, shut up and fuck me already, will you?" she smirked, spreading her legs.

I rolled on top of her, and she guided me inside. We quickly found a comfortable pace, and our arousals slowly inched higher and higher. Even our moans seemed to work together in an erotic duet interlaced between gasps for air. It was a strange feeling of conflicted pleasure. We both wanted to cum, but at the same time, neither of us wanted what we were feeling to end.

Frankie tried to hold off as long as she could, but her aura had reached its peak--and I was quickly reaching my own edge at the same time. Then, as if we were on some unspoken cue, she arched her back and squeezed me tight just as I buried myself in a defining thrust and we simultaneously surrendered quietly to each other's blissful release. For the first time since I met her, Frankie's aura blossomed from a lusty white into an affectionate golden yellow.

As her climax ended, she held my face with both hands and pulled me in for a kiss, driving her tongue into my mouth with a passionate sense of longing. She squeezed my cock inside her as she moaned into my mouth, and I felt there was something more than just desire in her intent. When she broke the kiss at last, her head fell back onto the pillow and a small tear drifted down the side of her face.

"Fuuuck," she moaned softly.

I kissed her tear as I moved off to the side, hugging and spooning her. She clasped my hand and pressed it against her breast and sighed contentedly. I felt her chest rise and fall as the sound of her breathing became a soothing monotonous rhythm that lulled me into a...

***

The smell of stale beer and cigarettes hit my senses before anything else. I was back in the living room of Bailie's dingy apartment. There seemed to be even more cigarette butts and empty beer cans on the end table and around the ripped stuffed chair than last night. Then, I heard sobbing coming from the bedroom.

I hurried down the short hallway and noticed the door to the bedroom opposite Bailie's was open. Her stepfather was passed out, sprawled awkwardly across his bed, snoring quietly.

In her own bedroom across the hallway, Bailie was in the same position I found her in last night, curled up in a ball, hugging her knees with her back against the back wall. Her face was buried in her knees, and she was clearly crying.

"Bailie?" I called softly.

She lifted her head and looked at me. Her cheeks were wet, and her eyes were red from crying. Judging from the look on her face, she didn't expect to see me, but she wasn't surprised either.

"You're here?" she sniffed.

"I was worried about you. You were so upset when you left, I had to see if you were alright."

"What do you care? I saw you follow that pretty Puerto Rican girl into the dorm after you stood me up. You're just playing me. What am I? A future conquest that you can brag and laugh to your friends about?" she sniffed, wiping her tear-stained face with her sleeve.

"I'm sorry, but you've got me all wrong. I didn't mean to stand you up, but I was in the middle of helping a friend and I lost track of time. I know it looks bad, but if you'll only just give me a chance to explain."

"I want to believe you, but after I saw you go into the dorm with that girl, what else was I supposed to think?"

I sat down on the edge of her bed, keeping a healthy two-foot distance from her.

I told her the story about how I met Tripp and his belief about being a wizard, and how it became such an obsession with him that it got in the way of his relationship with his girlfriend, Gabriela, the girl I followed into the dorm. I explained how I was trying to help bring them back together, which eventually led to Gabriela's sudden urge to show me her cosplay outfit.

"But nothing happened after that, honest. I'm not interested in Gabriela. She's Tripp's girlfriend, I would never do that to him," I said, sincerely.

She managed a faint smile and her aura grew exponentially. She started to lean forward as if to kiss me, and then backed off, thinking better of it.

"Bailie, I've missed you. I've missed everything about you, your brilliance, the way you care about other people, the sound of your voice, and especially the way your nose wrinkles when you smile. I thought you were someone special from the moment I first saw you at the diner."

She smiled shyly, and her nose wrinkled.

"To be honest, I've missed you, too. But why me? You're smart and good-looking, while I'm just ugly and plain. I've got skinny legs, and my boobs are nowhere near as big as Gabriela's or your cousin's."

"I'm sorry you have such a poor opinion of yourself. I happen to think you're cute as hell."

The corners of her mouth turned up a bit more. "You're just saying that because you know that's what I want to hear," she replied.

"I'm saying it because it's true. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. Uncover your legs and stand up and show them to me and I'll prove it to you."

"I can't show you my legs, it's too embarrassing. Besides, I can't take my pants off in front of you," she replied.

"Bailie, you can show me anything you want because this is your dream. Who am I going to tell? How could I?" I replied.

"All right, but promise me you won't laugh, okay?"

Her low self-esteem was reflected in the absurdity of her modesty inside her own dream. Maybe through dream-walking, I could help her see her beauty, both inside and out.

"I promise," I replied solemnly.

She stood up and suddenly her pants disappeared, revealing her legs right up to her white panties.

"Wow! They look great! How could you not like the way your legs look? All that time you spend on your feet waitressing has made your legs lithe and muscular, that's very attractive."

"Do you really think so?" she asked skeptically, looking down at her legs and turning in different directions to see them at different angles.

"I wouldn't lie to you in your own dream. But more importantly, what about you? What do you think?"

"Well, now that you mention it, they do look kind of nice, but I think they're due for a shave. But what about my boobs? Don't you think they're too small?"

"Well, to be honest, I've never really thought of breasts that way. I don't mean to imply that I don't find them attractive, I'm a guy, of course I love looking at them. But every girl is different. It's their overall appearance that matters. Not just the way their breasts fit their bodies, but their posture and how they feel about themselves."

"I noticed that when you're working at the diner and carrying plates of food back and forth from the kitchen to the tables, you keep your back nice and straight and it makes your, um, boobs look very appealing. But when you're in class or when we have lunch together, you tend to hunch your shoulders as if you're self-conscious and trying to make your chest look smaller," I replied.

She looked at me with surprise, but she also couldn't help smiling.

"That's exactly why I do it. I only straighten my back when I'm working because it hurts when I don't. You mean I look more attractive that way?"

"Haven't you ever looked at yourself in the mirror?" I asked.

"Of course, but I usually avoid looking at my boobs," she replied.

"Well, I think you should take a good look and tell me what you think," I said, pointing to the mirror across the room.

She walked over and stood in front of the mirror. Suddenly, her top disappeared, and she was standing in front of the mirror dressed only in her panties. She arched her back and turned her body back and forth, looking at herself from different angles.

"So?" I asked.

"They're not as small as I thought they were," she remarked, still turning, and looking. She seemed to be talking more to the image in the mirror than to me, which made sense.

"You know, in a dream, you can make them as big or small as you'd like," I suggested.

In an instant, her breasts grew larger, and on her thin frame they reminded me a bit like Penny's although they weren't nearly as large. Those large mounds on her smallish frame looked grotesque.

"Ugh! That looks awful!" she remarked.

"They look fake and uncomfortable," I commented.

"I agree with you. I guess I liked them better the way they were," she said, as her breasts shrunk back to her normal size. She looked at me and smiled. Her aura glowed warmly.

"What?"

"I missed this. Talking, I mean. I'm usually nervous around guys, but I feel so comfortable around you," she said as she walked over and sat next to me on the bed. I noticed she hadn't bothered to redress herself.

"I'm the same way--or at least I was before I moved in with my cousin. It's hard to stay self-conscious after living in the same house with her for a week."

"Are the rumors true about her being naked most of the time when she's at home?" Bailie asked.

I felt myself blushing.

"I can't speak for 'most of the time,' but until I moved in with her, I had never seen a naked girl before."

Bailie giggled. "What did you do?"

"Well, I mostly hid in my room at first. I'm less awkward now and lately she's been wearing a bathrobe most of the time."

"Have you and she ever... oh, never mind," She began before suddenly changing her mind.

"Look, Bailie, I've missed you and would like us to be friends again. Will you meet in the library tomorrow around 11:30? I'll be sitting in the two-person study carrel in the back, near the stacks."

"I don't know."

"Please? Promise me you'll meet with me tomorrow."

She looked at me quizzically, maybe because this was happening in a dream.

"Yes, I promise I'll be there," she replied breaking into a smile.

"Oh, that's great!" I said happily, as leaned over and kissed her on the lips; and Bailie and the room disappeared around me.

***

The soft mattress felt nice under my naked back as I looked up at the ceiling.

There was something familiar about that ceiling until I realized it was in Tina's room--and in Tina's bed. My erection tingled from the warm, wet caress I was feeling. Looking down, I saw a head of light brown hair with a long French braid bobbing up and down on my cock. She was bent over with her butt in the air.

"Lezzie? What are you doing?"

What she was doing was pretty obvious. Maybe what I should have asked was 'why.'

She quickly popped her head up, startled.

"Oh shit! You scared me!"

"How could I scare you? You were sucking my cock," I pointed out.

"What? How? You're talking?"

"Of course, I'm talking. Why shouldn't I?"

"Because. Because I'm dreaming. No one had ever talked in my dreams before," she panted.

"You're dreaming about sucking my cock?"

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she let out a pleasant moan. "Oh, fuck, she's good," Lezzie said, looking behind her.

That's when I noticed a pair of woman's hands holding onto Lezzie's hips and a head with long, straight black hair bobbing up and down just behind her rounded butt. It was Tina, pleasuring Lezzie from behind.

"Lezzie, why am I in your dream? I thought you were a lesbian!"

"I am. I think I am. But after you ate me out so well, I couldn't help myself. I had to make you cum again and taste your champagne-flavored cum," she replied, jacking me as she spoke.

"I can understand you're dreaming about Tina, but I never thought you'd be dreaming about me and sucking my cock."

She lifted her head and moaned loudly from what Tina was doing behind her.

"Oh, God, that feels good. I think I'm dreaming about you because of that phone call I answered while Tina was--(gasp)--Right there, right there, eating me out. When I told her your name was in her caller ID, she made me answer it while she continued to--"

"No, I get the picture," I said.

"Well, I got so turned on knowing you were listening on the other end of the line that I had one of the best orgasms since... (gasp), oh, fuck! Since the last one you--Oh, my God, not again--"

Lezzie and the room quickly faded away.

***

The squeaking of the bed underneath me brought my mind into focus.

I opened my eyes and saw a voluptuous pair of light-brown breasts bouncing up and down above me. The movement threatened to pop those caramel-colored mounds out of the decorative brassiere that barely contained them. Their large, dark areolas with those hard, pointy nipples could clearly be seen straining against the gauzy-thin fabric of the sexy witch costume.

I twitched at the sight and felt an added tightness in response, as her warm, wet pussy slid up and down my cock. A salty drop of perspiration fell into my mouth, calling my attention to the sound of heavy breathing above me. Looking up, I was greeted by Gabriela's smiling face looking down at me, with more drops of sweat forming on her brow.

"Gabriela! What are you doing?" I asked, unable to hide the surprise in my voice.

"Oh, Ross, you feel so big, and your cock is inside me so deep!" she panted in her heavy Spanish accent.

Inside indeed. Glancing down at my groin, I saw she was riding my cock through a hole in the crotch of her witch's outfit.

"This is wrong, Gabriela. We shouldn't be doing this. You should be with Tripp right now," I said, looking her in the eye.

"What do you mean? He's right here! Look how jealous he is of you. It serves him right for ignoring me and my needs," she taunted, looking towards the center of the room.

I followed her gaze, and there was Tripp, sitting in her desk chair in the middle of the dorm room. He was naked and sporting a hard-on, staring at Gabriela and me with the look of frustration and longing. He was just sitting there, staring, with his hands resting on the arms of the chair.

Gabriela ground down hard, letting out a soft moan when she saw me looking at Tripp.

"No, I meant you should be with him instead of me. He loves you, Gabriela."

"I love the look on his face when he sees me fucking his best friend. Look at him, so jealous, just eating his heart out. It serves him right!" she taunted. Her aura was en fuego.

"Is that what this is all about? You're using me to make him jealous? That's why you modeled that outfit in front of me?" I asked.

"He hurt me, Ross. He didn't listen when I told him to ignore that hockey bully Bill, but he thought he could cast a spell or some bullshit like that. Now I want him to suffer!"

"It's Gil, not Bill, and Gabriela, you don't really mean that. I know that deep down inside, you still love him."

"Oh, my God! I know this is a dream, but your cock, it feels so real!" she panted.

"Gabriela, stop for a minute. Think about what you're doing. You and Tripp had a lot of fun together. Do you really want to throw all that away?" I asked.

She stopped grinding on my cock, squeezing it several times after she did. Looking over, Tripp and the chair he was sitting on suddenly disappeared. She took a couple of minutes to catch her breath before sitting up, my cock still buried deep inside her.

"I'm scared, Ross. I'm afraid of what Bill will do to him," she confessed.

"It's Gil, not Bill," I repeated, "Can I get up?"

"Oh, si," she replied. She swung her leg around, dismounting my erection.

She then reached for my hand and pulled me up into a sitting position. Soon we were sitting side-by-side on the edge of her bed, she in her witch's outfit and me naked.

"It's not just him. Tripp tells me this guy, Gil you say is his name? He has his whole team behind him." she lamented.

"That's only part of the problem. He's also a racist and his father is the chief of police in Bangor. Somehow, we have to get him to change his whole attitude towards Tripp," I explained.

"Yes, Tripp told me about the racist remarks. It really upsets him. I haven't told Tripp, but some of the hockey players call me names, too, maybe because I'm Puerto Rican and they don't like the way I talk."

"That's terrible! I'm so sorry!"

"Too bad we can't change their minds like they did in those consumer projects they talked about in class today," she said, thoughtfully.

I remembered the class I sat in on. It was a remarkable accomplishment, isolating ideas and then working on--why couldn't we try it? It was a great idea!

"Gabriela, you're a genius! That's exactly what we should do!" I said as I grabbed her shoulders and kissed her on the lips.

"What idea? What did I do?" she asked.

"There's no time to waste. I gotta go. Goodbye!" I said as the room faded away.

***

Her aura was distinctive. I'd recognize it anywhere... well, not exactly anywhere because that unique combination of tanginess and muskiness could only be found in one place. And if further confirmation was needed, the feel of my lips and tongue against that silver clit ring with the little ball attached confirmed it.

I picked my head up, and as my eyes began to focus, the Greek letters Beta and Iota appeared in front of me, tattooed on her shaved mons. That tuberose and jasmine flavor, the clit ring, and the tattoo could only belong to one person, and she was squirming beneath me.

Looking up, I saw Frankie's face, panting softly and smiling anxiously back at me. She was naked, lying spread eagle, her arms and legs cuffed and tethered to the four corners of the bed.

I sat up and found myself sitting on my tail. Damn! I was back in my demon body--only without the claws. I looked at Frankie laying helplessly in front of me.

"Is this the way you dream of me?"

She looked surprised by the question.

"You look so fucking sexy like that, Master. I get horny just looking at you."

She was serious. The growing glow of her aura confirmed her words.

"What's with this 'Master' bit?"

Her aura dimmed and she looked puzzled.

"I thought we were playing. Aren't you going to torture and ravish your slave?" she asked, pulling against her restraints to emphasize her helplessness.

Outside of this room, Frankie was dominant and commanding, which is why I was surprised to find her tied and helpless in her dream. My rational self thought about releasing her, but the beast within had other ideas. My 'black zucchini' leapt at the opportunity. Master indeed!

I was near the foot of the bed as I stood up on my knees, giving her a good look at my thick erection. I watched her eyes as I ran my hand along the length of my rod, stroking it slowly for emphasis. Her eyes never left my groin as her aura grew whiter, brighter and bigger.

"Which hole shall I claim first?" I asked in my best imitation of a deep demonic voice.

Her aura flared brighter as I stared at her naked body while stroking my erection. There were tattoos everywhere, except directly over her lily-white breasts with those nipples pierced with silver rings. The inked images first appeared to be a random combination of gothic themes with skulls, vipers, spiders, and bats. But the glow of her aura beneath her skin became a backlight, emphasizing those areas on her neck, chest, abdomen, and legs where she was particularly sensitive to kisses, licks, and playful nips. Her tats weren't just for show, they were a road map to her erogenous zones!

But there was an exception. One tattoo didn't fit the gothic theme and didn't belong to the erogenous signposts. It was a slightly less "well lit" part of her aura at a location that was usually the brightest: the heart and dagger tattooed just beneath her cleavage. The heart was a dark red version of something normally seen on Valentine's Day but was split at the top as if it were broken. A dagger was plunged into the right side of the split and the grip had what looked like indentations for fingers just below the pommel, although there seemed to be several lines of ink out of place on the indentation just above the cross guard.

I crawled forward on my knees, resting my erection on her stomach as I leaned over to get a better look. Those indentation lines on the grip that at first looked out of place were intentional. I nodded knowingly as I moved up her body until my face was directly over hers, our noses nearly touching. She was panting apprehensively, her warm breath against my lips.

I looked into her eyes and saw her excitement and fear as I squeezed her breast with one hand, and then tugged suggestively on her nipple ring.

Her face instantly disappeared, and the room plunged into darkness as the warm body I was spooning against jerked itself awake. Frankie rolled over and looked at me.

"Ross? Were you in my dream?" she asked sleepily.

"Well, not intentionally," I replied.

"So, you can dream-walk now, too? That must be so fucking cool. What made you decide to visit me tonight--because we were sleeping together?" she asked.

"No. Wait a minute. What do you mean 'tonight'?"

"I've been dreaming about you every night since Friday. But this time felt different, you felt real," she replied, reaching up and rubbing the breast I had tweaked in her dream.

"I didn't mean to enter your dream, if that's what you're thinking. To be honest, I don't really know how this dream-walking works. There have been a couple of times when I think I directed it, but other times, like tonight, I find myself popping in on something unexpectedly."

"You looked so fucking awesome as a demon. Let me see it again, change for me now," she smiled.

"No way. I hate that look. It's hideous."

"Hideous my ass. It's sexy as hell. I'm going back to sleep and finish that dream," she replied. She rolled over and snuggled with her back against me.

"Frankie, I've been up all night with this night work stuff and I'm exhausted. I don't know how the demons in literature managed to invade dreams at night and still be able to get up and go to work the next day. Maybe dream-walking was their full-time job, but I have a lot of schoolwork to catch up on tomorrow. I'm going to be exhausted in the morning. Please keep me out of your dreams so I can get some sleep."

She rolled back around and looked at me.

"I thought this sort of thing is supposed to energize you. Do you mean that all the orgasms you've given tonight has left you exhausted?"

"I haven't given or received any orgasms, although I may have left a dream just as one was starting."

She shook her head in disbelief. "What the fuck kind of sex demon are you, anyway? Isn't that the whole purpose of dream-walking and 'night work' as you call it? Aren't you supposed to draw energy from wet dreams?"

"I never thought of it that way."

"Holy fucking shit. For a guy as smart as you, you can be a fucking moron at times," she taunted.

Maybe she was right about gaining energy through sexual encounters in dreams. She was probably right about me being a 'fucking moron,' too.

"It makes so much sense, I can't believe I never thought of it that way. I really blew it, didn't I?" I sighed.

"Not necessarily. There's still enough time to finish that dream," Frankie smiled fiendishly.

"Do you think you can fall back to sleep?"

She turned around and snuggled her back against me, reaching for my arm and holding my hand against her breast. "Maybe. If you hold me like you did before. I especially liked feeling your erection against my ass."

I snuggled against her back, wedging my cock between her soft cheeks. Then with a thought, I felt an intense slicing sensation as I it grew into the 10-and-a-half inch "zucchini," which I heated slightly for good measure.

"Mmm," she moaned contentedly as she wiggled her ass against it. Within minutes, her breathing was very regular...

Once again, the room was well-lit, and Frankie was tied spread-eagle in front of me.

"What did you call me?" I asked, raising my voice in mock anger.

My horns suddenly appeared, and I transformed into my lizard eyes as I leaned forward over her body.

Frankie tried her best to suppress a smile as her eyes sparkled in delight. Her white-hot aura increased in its intensity. I continued to slowly transform my body as I crawled over her, being careful to keep my hands and knees on either side of her. Unlike when I'm awake, the transformation took place without the painful knives-splaying-skin feeling.

"I said you were a fucking moron," Frankie answered defiantly, daring me to continue my transformation, and hoping I would ravish her into submission. She would not be disappointed.

My skin slowly changed into a dull, red color and my large bat-like wings popped out from behind my back. I opened them to make myself look larger and more imposing while encasing her in my umbra. My tail drew itself out from behind me. I swished it back and forth like a cat about to pounce on its prey, making sure she could see it. I even added the sharp claws on my fingertips and toes.

I dragged my black zucchini erection against her stomach as I crawled over her, leaving a trail of warm pre-cum. She squirmed in delight at the feel of my cock and its warm emission against her skin.

"Do you dare to repeat that?" I asked, as I drew my face to hers, my hot breath against her cheeks.

I opened my mouth and ran my long, black tongue along the side of her neck until I reached the angle of her jaw and then continued upwards across her cheek stopping just below her eye.

There was a look of delight in her eyes as her aura grew broader and wider--she loved the potential threat and anticipation! She wanted me to scare her, and I appeared to be off to a good start.

She swallowed hard. "A moron," she croaked, barely above a whisper.

I lifted my head and showed her the sharp, black claws at the ends of my fingers.

"This is my full demonic form. These claws are razor sharp and can shred your flesh as easily as a hot knife through warm butter. I can rip out your heart just as easily as I can gouge out your eyes. So, I would think twice about what you would call me if I were you."

For added effect, I brushed the back of my claw-like nails against her upper cheek, close to her eye.

I heard her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to swallow again, only to find her mouth was too dry.

"Y-Yes..."

I looked at her sternly, my lizard eyes glaring.

"... M-Master," she stuttered, that last word spoken with uncertainty, hoping it was the right honorific.

I dropped my head and extended my tongue, pressing it against her sternal notch and slowly drawing it upwards, over the front of her neck and the tip of her chin, just short of her mouth. Then, with my mouth just inches from hers, I addressed her concern.

"That's better, scum. From now on, you will only address me as 'Master'. Is that clear?"

"Y-Yes, Master!" she replied.

"Good, because you are nothing to me but a source of food, a mere plaything for fueling my power. You will obey my every command and will be allowed to cum only when I permit it. Understood?"

"Y-Yes, Master!" she repeated.

As scared as she was, her aura was quickly reaching its critical level in much the same way as some women get horny from riding a scary roller coaster.

"Good, but because of your insolence, you will be punished, until you know your place," I said as I drew myself up, my knees on either side of her chest and my long, black cock resting on her chin, just below her mouth. A small drop of pre-cum dribbled below her lower lip. She tried to reach it with her tongue, but it was tantalizingly just out of reach.

"Would you like to suck this cock? Feel its veiny texture against your lips and its warmth in your mouth?" I taunted.

"Yes... Master," she purred. Her aura flared brightly.

"You will have to earn it, scum. In the meantime, I will give you something else to fill your mouth," I replied, turning around, and placing my flared end of my tail against her lips.

"Open," I commanded, looking backwards to check her compliance.

She parted her lips, and I slipped my tail past her teeth, feeling the sensitive flat blade of the flare against her tongue, the side edges against her teeth. She moved her tongue in and out, massaging the underside of the flange. This barely nudged the brightness of her aura.

I knelt over her body, my head over her crotch and my cock resting once again on her stomach but now pointed in the opposite direction as I curled the flare of my tail into a tight penis-shaped cylinder and fed it into her mouth and down her throat. She gagged out of reflex.

"No teeth!" I yelled as I shot her a large bolt of erotic energy. I quickly buried my face in her crotch, snaking my long tongue into her cunt and fucking her with it.

Her orgasm was just starting when I blocked it before it fully blossomed.

"MMM!" she moaned in frustration around my penis-shaped tail in her mouth.

I fucked her mouth with my tail, pulling it out every ten or fifteen seconds so she could take a few breaths before plunging it in again. All the while I tongue-fucked her cunt, rubbing her g-spot and lapping up her tangy nectar. She clenched and unclenched my tail with her throat and my tongue with her pussy, and my arousal quickly climbed. I rubbed my black zucchini against her stomach, and she moaned with her following breath.

After a couple of minutes, my horniness had reached its peak. I unblocked her aura and drank in her radiant energy as she came, while I shot my wad all over her--

The room suddenly went dark. It was like someone had just flipped a light switch.

Frankie was suddenly awake, convulsing and moaning against me as she came from her wet dream. I orgasmed at the same time, spraying the back of her thighs, knees, calves, and the sheets below us with my cum.

We were still spooning in our afterglow when I hugged her tightly against my body, squeezing her breast and kissing her neck.

"Mm," she murmured pleasantly.

"Thank... you," I whispered softly in her ear.

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Next Chapter: Frankie's "Road Map."