"No," I panted. "No, you're not real." I was still dying, but the words came easier after I remembered how to breathe again. That was good, right? It meant I was regaining control. If I focused, I could free the rest of my body. "You're not real, you're not real. I'm dreaming. This is..."
"Sable." He licked just above my swollen clit. I jumped and almost bucked into his mouth. No! No. Resist. "Soon, I can meet you in the waking world. If that makes it more real for you, I'll claim you there. I've been looking for you for years..." Sable, wait for me just a little longer. I'm almost there."
"You're a curse. Mind games won't work on me. This is an illusion. I'm not ignorant."
"You think this is an illusion?" He ducked his head between my thighs, catching me off-guard. I let out a keening moan when he spread my lips and sucked on my clit, swirling his tongue against it. He even changed its shape—oh, fuck, his tongue!—as it licked around my bud, from tapered to forked and back again. I writhed, body still pinned to the bed, but it had to mean something that I could thrash at all. Even if my arms and legs were still spread-eagle and trapped, I wasn't able to move this much before.
Or maybe he was letting me do that. The way he held my hips down against my will, making me take everything he gave with his mouth against my pussy and clit, he was taking too much pleasure in it for it to be accidental. When his tongue swirled against my entrance and pushed inside, I gasped and strained to pull away, but he yanked my hips back down and fucked me deeper. His lips glided over my slick lips, sliding smoothly over the gentle swells and delving between them whenever he separated them with a tug of his fingers.
Shit. I could think clearly, so it wasn't my mind that was confused; it was my body that could no longer control itself. It became submissive and shaking under his ministrations, twitching obediently whenever he hummed along my pussy and clit and licked me with that terrible, skillful, hypnotic tongue.
He moved away, only to taunt me again.
"Are you ready?" he whispered. "I'm going to fuck you with my mouth. I'm going to claim your pussy and make it mine."
"Wait, wait—"
"Wait? But your body doesn't want me to wait. Look at how much it needs me. Look at how much your pussy is begging me to put something back inside. My fingers. Now my tongue. Next, my cock." His breath caressed me, warm and simmering. "Sable, you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I won't let you go."
He thrust his tongue into my pussy. It lengthened until it was penetrating me far deeper than should have ever been possible, and I cried out as my slick entrance spasmed around him, overwhelmed but helplessly eager for more, more, more. And he gave it to me. His hand slid up to tease my clit with pinches and twists, the rubbing stronger with each pass and making me whine and scream as he took me higher and higher.
I climaxed again. He never stopped fucking me with his tongue, in and out, in and out, spreading my slippery arousal all over and tasting me to his content. I couldn't take it. He was driving me insane. My body was going to explode and melt if he kept going, but he didn't care. He only wanted me to come and come harder, to give myself to him as he penetrated me with his serpentine tongue that kept stroking everywhere inside me.
He pinched my clit again, hard, and held it mercilessly. Yet again, I orgasmed, my hips rising to escape the harsh, sweet pain that had me coming all over myself. It was in vain. He chased me up, tormenting me with deep strokes of his tongue before driving me back down to the bed with one hand over my belly.
I was too weak to fight it anymore. My legs spread wide as he feasted, eating me up and swallowing every drop. When he lifted his head again at last—how long he tormented me for, I couldn't remember—he licked his damp, gleaming lips with a swipe of his shrinking tongue.
"I know you've never been fucked before tonight." His voice crept over me, soft and sibilant. "But this is only the beginning. Give up, Sable. Be a good girl and give me your pussy. I'll make you feel things you never imagined."
He pulled himself up my body, hands pressing into the mattress on either side of me as he repositioned himself. There, between my thighs, something nudged me, trying to slip inside. I looked down between us and saw it, his cock, heavy, rigid, even larger than before. My body trembled as it remembered the endless, agonizing orgasms he already inflicted and forced me to endure, but still it obeyed, legs remaining spread as he rubbed his cock against me. This time, there was nothing separating us. He was really going to do it, push his cock into me and do what he did with his fingers and tongue. He was going to make me writhe and thrash as he pleasured my clit and my pussy, and he wouldn't stop until there was nothing left of me, not even exhaustion.
His hand slid up my belly and stopped on my breast. Fingers pushed up, rubbing against my tight nipple. I moaned again, overcome by the stinging pain of his fingernail flicking the sensitive crest.
"You're beautiful," he said. "I'm going to make you mine every night. Every day. Sable, I love—"
Love?
Love?
Whoever constructed this illusion went too far. I couldn't believe I had been about to give in to the temptation. But now I was in my right mind again. I knew what to do.
Love—fuck that. No made-up monster would ever seduce me.
"Get. Out!"
And the dream exploded.