Sweet Dreams
Published by Marie Sterbenz at Smashwords
Copyright 2011 Marie Sterbenz
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He came deep in the night when her defenses were down, invading her dreams and placing her under his spell. It didn’t matter that she would not remember when she woke for he would come again the next night to feed from her body. He never took so much she would suffer from it, but just enough to tie her to him. Sometimes he would give back to her and she would wake refreshed and full of energy.
He also knew he could not keep it up forever no matter how much he wanted to he eventually had to face her while she was awake. Fear of rejection was the reason he kept himself a secret. Once she saw him and found out what he really was she would probably run shrieking from the room.
He watched her day after day as she went about her routine, caring for others, taking little time for herself. The very things that made her what he had fallen in love with. He wanted her to love him, to let him make love to her, and have her feed off of him.
Sometimes he wanted to punish those who hurt her or demeaned her in any way, the way her so called boyfriend did. He used her for his own ends never giving anything back to her, she deserved so much better, but he couldn’t tell her what he knew without revealing himself to her. But when night and slumber overtook her he came to her and made sweet passionate love to her, making her believe it was just a dream. When he drank from her precious sex, it renewed him, gave him life and vigor, but he dared not take too much for her health might suffer and he didn’t want that.
He loved her and had for a full decade. Before he found her, he was but a hollow shell never feeling anything beautiful or special. He merely existed as he fornicated and spread his seed. Now he lived. So far it was enough for him to convince her to stay as she was, unencumbered by any human male. He entered her subconscience planting the seed to stay free of a permanent tie to her current boyfriend. Soon she would know the scum for what he truly was.
He often wondered if she had any inkling of his existence or if she remembered her dreams in the light of day, of late he allowed her to remember some of her dreams. He knew only time would indicate the extent of her true remembrances.
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Kayla hung up the phone with an air of sadness; James once again broke their date after she had traded shifts at the hospital in order to accommodate him. It wouldn’t be so bad but this was the third time this month he had done this to her.
She now gave serious thought to telling him to find another girl to mess with and leave her alone. She didn’t know why it was taking her so long to come to this conclusion; after all she was getting nothing out of this relationship. Not even good sex, he was more of a thrust, thrust and come kind of guy. She knew she had a good figure and she kept herself physically fit, oh sure there were times she had little energy, but overall she knew she looked good.
She thought about the mornings she woke up full of piss and vinegar and realized they were after she had some highly erotic dream where she sucked her dream lover’s cock and swallowed his cum. Sex in her dreams far surpassed anything she ever experienced in real life, perhaps causing some of the dissatisfaction she had with James.
James didn’t quite measure up to the gorgeous man in her dreams. That man was forever hard and his tongue skills were superb. Too bad dreams were just that, dreams. If she could find a man like that she would keep him forever no matter what he looked like or what he did for a living. Money wasn’t all that important to her. She made a good living as a nurse and didn’t feel the need to find a rich husband.
She wanted someone she could rely on. Someone who cared more about her more than himself. Furthermore she would not care if he had a wart on his nose as long as he was kind and considerate with a sense of humor. All the things she thought James was when she first met him. It didn’t last long and she suspected he had someone besides her, who perhaps was as superficial as he.
Her first clue should have been when her cat Shesu took an instant dislike to James, not even staying in the same room with him. Shesu was for the most part a very social and curious cat, greeting everyone who entered the apartment. Visiting with them for a short while, and then disappearing into her cat condo. Not so with James and if he tried to pet her in her condo Shesu would hiss and swipe at him with bared claws.
It’s funny I’m usually a much better judge of character. Tomorrow she would tell James they were through. She would set about looking for someone new. Now she had an evening with nothing to do but watch TV, play with the cat, or read a book and go to bed. At least once she went to bed she had her dreams and her dream lover to look forward to. Tonight if he came she would try to remember to ask him who he was.
Her dream lover was so good looking it almost hurt to look at him. His hair so blonde it was almost white, his chest wonderfully muscular with those six pack abs and his eyes the bluest blue you could ever hope to see. She knew better than to look for a real man with those attributes, her dream lover was just that a dream.
She showered and got ready for bed at around nine pm. She had the early shift in the morning because she had traded with Cynthia who always worked the first shift, since her hubby worked the late shift at the sheriff’s department. It was kind of Cynthia to trade with her, considering Cynthia had to arrange for childcare for her little girl, too bad it was all for naught.
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Damon entered Kayla’s dream in his usual manner. He beckoned to her to come to him as he sat on his chaise holding a bunch of grapes in his hand. Naked, she floated to him on a cloud of mist and sat beside him. He offered her the grapes and leaned forward to kiss her neck. Her skin smelled of sweet lavender and felt like silk to his lips.
Next he took possession of her sweet lips which now tasted of the grapes he had given her. His tongue swept inside her warm tasty mouth and searched the dark hot depths of her wonderful sweetness.
His hand drifted over her breast and cupped the fullness of each one. His thumb caressed a turgid nipple causing her to moan into his mouth. He whispered against her moist lips.
“Thou art most lovely.”
“Tonight you must tell me your name and just who you are.” She licked her lips as she spoke making his loins swell with desire.
“Does it matter who or what I am? Think of me only as the man who desires you above all else.” His tongue caressed her lower lip.
“I wish to know my lovers name so that I might whisper it during my passion.”
“Damon is my name sweet lady. You need know no more except that I adore you and always will.” His lips latched on to the other nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth, eliciting a cry of passion from her.
His hand cupped her mound and he let a finger slip between the folds of her nether lips, gently massaging her swollen nub. Her hips thrust upward and the finger slipped into her hot love canal. He held her there for some seconds as he swirled his finger around just inside her opening.
She moaned, letting him know she wanted more as she thrust her hips up and down, riding his finger, trying to push it deeper into her moist interior. Heat moved up his body as his desire for her grew.
Finally He placed her on his lap facing him and he entered her with his swollen erection and pumped slowly in and out, his mouth sucking on an engorged nipple, till she cried her release. He withdrew laying her on the chaise and began to greedily suck her flowing juices. When he had taken all he wanted he re-entered her and brought her to another climax as he spewed his seed into her. This time he left the sweet juices inside her mixed with his. He did however lick her slit, lapping his tongue over her engorged lips and clit, as she whimpered. He gently sucked her clit bringing her to another smaller orgasm. He wanted her to know the joy of being thoroughly loved.
She lay panting in his arms as he kissed her lovely mouth, eyes, and chin. “Sleep deeply my love and I will come to you again tomorrow in your dreams.”
****
Kayla awoke in the morning with a smile as she stretched her sated body in much the same way her beloved cat Shesu did. It felt good to be alive and last night’s dream made her heart beat a little faster.
She looked over at her clock. She had fifteen minutes before she had to get up so she lay still and tried to conjure up her dream from last night. It seemed so real and when she put her hand between her thighs they were sticky. She threw her covers back and when she sat up she smelled cum. She ran her finger between her pussy lips and brought it to her nose. It couldn’t be anything else, so she tasted it and the slightly bitter salty taste confirmed it. It was most definitely a man’s cum.
But how, how had a man’s cum entered her body during her dreams. Dreams aren’t real. As she stood up more cum dripped down her thigh. This had never happened before. Her chest tightened, and her heart began to beat faster as she looked around the room to see if there was an open window. She checked them and they were all locked tightly and so was the front door.
How had a man entered her apartment and made love to her while she slept and dreamed, depositing his seed in her so she would find it in the morning. Placing her hand against her forehead she groaned and headed for the shower. It had to be real and not a dream, some man came into her bed and put her under a spell to make her believe it was all a dream.
As she stood in her shower washing her genitals she noted they were super sensitive as if she had just finished making love. No wonder the dream seemed so real, it was real. She closed her eyes and moaned. How, the question repeated itself over and over in her mind. Her dream lover had to be a real man. Tonight she would stay awake and find out what was going on.
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From his place of invisibility in the corner of her bedroom he realized his mistake. By not sucking her cum, and his, from her body he had partially given himself away. Her determination to stay awake and wait for him to appear tonight presented him with a problem he had not counted on tackling this soon.
He didn’t want to frighten her and he knew he couldn’t stay away from her; she was now a fever in his blood. An addiction, as strong as any drug or alcohol, she inflamed him and he couldn’t get enough of her sweet body. But if she didn’t go to sleep he could not visit her and take his nightly drink of her essence.
Damon wondered if he appeared to her would she let him into her bed, and welcome him into her body or would she simply ban him from her sight. The thought of banishment twisted his gut in fearful pangs of withdrawal.
Somehow he had to convince her that love and a secret life with a demigod could be beneficial for her. He had to determine what would fulfill her hearts desire and offer it to her in return for her undying love. His love for her was eternal and would never change.
The only part of his body he couldn’t change were the bulges on his back that would grow into wings when he let them. As a descendant of Eros he couldn’t wish them away. Could she, would she accept them as a part of him? Tonight he would find out.
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Kayla had a rough day at work because she had trouble keeping her mind on her job and off of what she discovered this morning. It should have been easy, as the day shift was much busier than her usual night shift.
Now as she sat in a chair in the corner of her bedroom in the dark, and waited for her phantom lover to appear, she twisted her robe belt between her fingers. Her heart thumping in her chest, perspiration dotting her upper lip.
When and if he appeared to her, what would she say to him? Did she need a weapon to defend herself? In her dreams he never forced her to do anything against her will, but perhaps he cast some sort of spell on her to gain her cooperation. “God, I’m so confused, ” she whispered in the darkness.
It was now midnight and he had not appeared. Could he sense she was not asleep? Sleep nagged at the corners of her mind but she refused to give into it, she must stay awake no matter what. Tomorrow was her day off and it didn’t matter if she suffered a little sleep deprivation.
A bright white haze slowly filled the opposite corner of the room from where she rested in her chair. Kayla sat frozen in place as her beautiful blonde man walked out of the mist and stood at the end of her bed. Her words stuck in her throat, rational thought abandoned her. He looked like a god standing naked before her, his body perfection in every sense of the word, her dream lover.
He held no weapon. What she felt when she gazed upon him was anything but fear. She waited for him to speak first.
“Kayla, why are you not asleep? You know you need your rest.”
“I am not asleep because I’m waiting for you. I want to know who you are Damon and why you come to me in my dreams, make love to me then disappear.”
“I come to you in your dreams because I did not think you could accept me during your waking hours. I have loved you for ever so long and wished you could love me in return but it would make life difficult for you so I chose to stay in your dreams.”
Kayla sat there stunned by his declaration. He loved her. How could that be? “Why would it be difficult for me?”
She watched in fascination as a beautiful set of white wings grew from behind him, dwarfing his upper body. “What are you?” she exclaimed in awe.
“I am a Demigod, a descendant of Eros, or Cupid if you will. I can fold my wings in to small humps that give one the impression I am a hunchback. Could you love a hunchback and have me meet your family and friends? People do not readily accept those who are different, and I would not have you laughed at or scorned in any way.” He folded them and turned to show her the hump that contained his wings.
“I don’t care what other people say or think and I’m all too aware of those who make fun of, or pity those with less than perfect bodies. They cannot hurt me or you unless we let them.” She stood and walked over to stand before him. She undid the belt of her robe and let it fall to the floor.
Her hand came up and caressed his jaw. “I stand before you with nothing. I will do everything in my power to give you love and peace, I ask only for your continued love and affection.” She stepped close enough for her turgid nipples to brush against the warmth of his body. His erection pushed against her abdomen. She stood on tip toes and brought both arms up to encircle his neck as her parted lips closed over his mouth.
Fire erupted deep in her belly as his tongue entered her mouth with the promise of things to come. His arms pulled her closer as he deepened the kiss by swirling his tongue over hers in an erotic dance. She moaned as she plastered her body against his so tightly you couldn’t have gotten a piece of paper between them.
She hoped he had his answer.
****
Damon’s heart soared as Kayla’s mouth closed over his. Her words of love and acceptance gave him cause to rejoice. She didn’t care what he was physically only what he was inside his heart.
The moment she dropped her robe to stand before him, naked and vulnerable with no barriers between them he knew without a doubt she was his. Her beauty shown from within and he immediately felt his loins begin to swell before she even touched him.
She accepted him, stupid wings and all. He was now complete, loved, cherished, and most of all he would never be alone again. He would be whatever she wanted him to be for as long as she would have him.
He picked her up in his arms and carefully placed her on the bed. Her arms reached up to him in invitation, and he went into them. He kissed her eyelids, her nose, her ears, and sucked her earlobes into his mouth, and she shivered beneath him.
He kissed his way down her neck to her breast where he latched on to a nipple. Her legs parted and his hips fell between them. His erection was poised at her entrance and he carefully nudged his way inside her, slowly taking her to the edge of release and pulling back he waited for her to tell him what she wanted next.
“Damon, please don’t stop, I need you inside me loving me with everything you have.” He thrust back inside her and smiled at her satisfied sigh. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. Flames licked his insides as his thrusts became faster and more forceful. She screamed his name and he pulled out and began to suck up her juices, feeding from her the very essence of her love.
She twisted and moaned as he continued to suck her juices and when she quieted he thrust back inside her and continued to make love to her until they both climaxed. When he withdrew she sat up and leaned forward taking him into her mouth to taste him and feed on the last few drops of his essence it would rejuvenate them both to feed in this manner.
He stopped her and lay flat on the bed, and then lifting her hips he swung her around so her sweet pussy was over his mouth. He latched on to her and she took him back into her mouth. They sucked and licked each other to a roaring climax allowing them mutual feeding.
Afterward as they lay cuddled in the afterglow of their love each caressing the others sated body she asked him a most pertinent question. “Damon, how long can you stay with me?”
“Forever my sweet, if you so desire.” His thumb lightly caressed her shoulder.
“But I won’t live forever and you will. What then?”
He chuckled, “As long as you continue to feed from the essence of my body you will continue to live and stay as you are, young, beautiful, and sweet.” He kissed her softly, barely touching her lips. She sighed and drifted off to sleep.
Damon held the woman he loved in his arms unbelieving of his good fortune. True he couldn’t make her immortal like himself but as long as she loved him and continued to feed from his essence it would keep her young and by his side.
If they were to create a child then the child would be immortal but without the abilities that he, Damon, possessed. And perhaps their child would lack wings and appear more human and be accepted as such. Preventing the wings was the only power he did not have control of.
Each time an immortal produced a child with a mortal their magic powers were diluted and eventually their immortality would be bred out, thus becoming mortal.
Kayla slept peacefully, her long golden lashes lay gently on her cheeks, her luxurious short curls framed her oval face. He thought about how her warm brown eyes sparkled when he made love to her. She was lovely beyond any other he had ever known. He kissed her brow, she stirred and turned over facing away from him. He scooted up close behind her and placed his arm around her and holding one firm breast in his hand he fell asleep.
****
In the morning when Kayla awoke she smiled because she was being held safe and secure in the arms of her dream come true. Damon, she said the name over and over in her mind as she stretched and turned onto her back her arms over her head.
Warm soft lips caressed her cheek and wonderful fingers rolled one of her nipples sending tingles all the way to her toes. “Mmmm, that feels marvelous.” He began to gently nibble on her neck and she sighed heavily.
“Good morning my love,” Damon whispered in her ear then sucked her earlobe into his mouth. Her body broke out in goose bumps. She wanted him, wanted him more than she had last night. Dear God but she was becoming a slave to the fires he ignited in her. Passion such as she had never known flared to life at his touch.
His mouth captured hers in a long, wet, fever filled kiss. A kiss that left her breathless, unable to think clearly, and sent her blood pounding through her veins. Next he latched onto her breast and began to lave and suck it as his hand traveled down her torso to rest on her mound.
He pressed and released the palm of his hand over nether lips, never parting them to explore her depths, even though she thrust her hips up to meet his fingers. She whimpered in frustration. Her insides were boiling over with the need to be filled by the hot stiff cock poking into her thigh, the member which brought her so much joy last night.
After what to her seemed like an eternity, he rose up over her and settled himself between her thighs, his erection resting on her clit. She moved her hips sensuously, rubbing her clit against his erect shaft. It sent more moisture to leak from her aching hole. Moaning she rubbed against him a little faster with longer strokes.
Her body shivered in anticipation. Her vagina clenched. Her hips began to roll in a circle. “Damon, I love you. I don’t want this to ever stop. Take me please.”
He placed the head just inside her opening and flexed his cock several times, giving her a delicious taste of what was to come. Then he began to push forward into her tight sheath, stretching her, filling her , making her shudder in pleasure. He was a skillful lover. Patient. Conscientious. Unselfish. He was hers, and hers alone. His thrusts were slow and measured, designed to drive her wild, make her claw at his arms and shoulders, beg for more.
She thrust her hips up to meet his downward plunge, each movement sending shockwaves throughout her body. The tension began to build to exquisite sensual heights, taking her up and up, till she knew she was about to burst into a million pieces.
Suddenly her whole body stiffened and she went over the edge into a wonderful, beautiful place filled with stars and flashing lights. A ragged cry erupted from her throat as her orgasm consumed her body and soul. As she began to descend from her high a new orgasm took hold of her as Damon began sucking her cum from her clenching vagina. By the time he was through she had come three times.
He put his cock back inside her and rode her fast and furious until he too reached his climax, squirting his seed deep inside her. He collapsed on top of her then rolled to his side. “I’m sorry my love that I did not let you drink from my essence, I just could not pull out of you, but if you give me a few minutes I can accommodate you fully on that score.”
“It’s all right I can wait to drink from your fountain. I also need a few minutes to rest. Do you know how incredible you make me feel?” She ran her hand over his abdomen hugging him close as she rested her head on his shoulder.
“I do what I can my sweet.” True to his word he recovered in short order and this time she drank from his fountain.
The End
About the author:
Lulu Press published my first book, “The Geis”, (a Medieval Romance set in 13th century Ireland). Geis is a Celtic word meaning that which is forbidden. It is the first in the Dair Keep series. The second book in the series “The Magic Stone” has been published by Wild Horse Press. I am currently working on the third book in the series, tentatively titled “Oisin Daughter of the Forest.”
I live in West Haven, Utah with my husband. We love to travel and have visited Ireland where I began my research for the Dair Keep series. We have two sons, a daughter and two grandchildren. I am a member of the Utah Romance Writers of America. My hobbies include reading, scrap booking, sewing, jewelry making and stained glass.
I hope you enjoy my works as much as I have writing them for you.
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