It was sure feeling awfully real, for a dream. He suddenly whipped his tail around me like a third arm—or a seatbelt—and reached down to unfasten his fly.
I was gripping onto his neck for dear life but when his arms went back around me, I relaxed immediately. “I’ve got you,” he said.
“I know.” There was no doubt in his grip, or his strength.
“Aren’t you curious?”
I had to admit, this was something I might have doodled (and then torn up because, go figure, I was only good at drawing houses) in high school if I had only thought about it. Flying sex with a hot demon was up there with like, sex on the back of a unicorn as a good why-the-hell-not idea.
“Anyway,” he said slyly in my ear, “you’ll have to wake up if you want out of it now.”
His cock nudged my wet entrance and deep down, I was praying I didn’t wake up. My legs had to stay straddled around him just to be safe during the flight, so all I could do was grip him tight and let out a moan of satisfaction, because he was every bit as big as his trouser bulge promised, and in this position, I certainly wasn’t about to let go.
He gave his wings a sweep to glide over a thick forest, and with the motion of his wings, the motion rippled through every muscle in his body and through his thick cock and I thought this must be some sort of Greek god level sex. The adrenaline of the flight paired with the tenderness of his arms holding me and the raw animalistic workings of his muscles and the fucking…
I screamed into the wind.
His wings brought us into a short dive that made me scream harder, but it was like doing it on a rollercoaster. Which now that I considered it, was kind of a hot idea, but also probably how you got banned from the Magic Kingdom.
“Are you loving it?” he said with a grin.
“This is crazy! But—yes…!”
“But can you come in midair?”
“It’s your job to find out, isn’t it? You’re the incubus.”
“A challenge. I’m always up for that.”
I guess the problem with the flying sex is that, uh, there wasn’t really any leverage. So there wasn’t much friction unless he pumped his wings, but flying involved a lot of gliding.
“Don’t forget the tail,” he said.
“Ohh…”
“Keep your legs crossed around my waist.”
His tail let go of my feet and with a teensy bit of terror, my leg muscles tightened hard around him as I held on for dear life. The flight took us higher, over the shining river that wove through the forests. I saw crows settling on the trees.
Eep. Crows. I liked crows in real life, but they were creatures of Sinistral.
And in the distance, I saw what might have been a castle and some smaller stone buildings surrounding it, a whole settlement’s worth, and they looked sophisticated. I thought I saw a bell tower and tall glass windows, but it was all too distant whizzing by my eyes.
This isn’t just my dream, I thought.
I couldn’t think about crows or magical realms or really anything analytical for more than a second before his tail slipped in between our bodies and started flicking against my clit just long enough that I think I drooled a little.
“Oh, shit…” I let go of his neck to wipe off my mouth and then freaked out and held on again.
He licked my cheek, the tip of his tongue giving my skin a delicious tickling sensation. “It’s my goal to make you lose control,” he said.
“Uh…good job, I guess.”
“I’m hardly done.”
His hands were still caressing me, up and down my curves, and with the tail involved… I’d never really thought about why a demon’s tail had that sort of arrowhead shape. Like, evolution-wise, I guess. Now I wondered if it was just for this purpose. Because it was hard and soft at once, and it had a tip that could tease at my most sensitive spots as precisely as a finger, or blunter sides that could…flutter.
“Oh fuuuck…,” I said, before realizing I had drooled again.
“You’re just wet everywhere,” he said. “At this point. It’s so satisfying to make you happy, angel. I can tell how much you needed this…and I believe I am a lucky man to be the one to give it to you.”
As he spoke, his tail, soaked with my own juices, circled around my nether hole teasingly and penetrated just a tip, as he soared higher into the clouds, thrusting so deep inside me that I could hardly imagine we were not just one being.
At this point I felt like my nerves just exploded, and I shattered into an orgasm where I let out the most uncontrolled screams of joy because who cared but the wind? And this sex god of a man who clearly knew what he was doing.
“Ohh, Byron! Ohh…ohh…!” I woke up abruptly and realized I was just screaming into the half-finished parlor and bouncing my hips on the air mattress.
The sun was just starting to rise and my alarm was beeping.
“Shit. Oh, shit.”
The room seemed so cold and empty. My body was aglow but also completely exhausted. I didn’t feel rested at all.
I rolled onto my side and hugged myself, as it suddenly hit me hard just how lonely my life could be sometimes.
“I’m here,” Byron said, appearing beside me. “I feel so much better now. Helena…” His hand stroked my face. “That was wonderful. Your dreams are something else. I could never do that in real life.”
“Oh, er…thank you? Or is ‘you’re welcome’ the appropriate response?” I chewed my lip.
“I know I have probably sapped the life right out of you today,” he said. “But I hope it was worth it.”
“It was wonderful, I just wish—“ I cut myself off.
“I know,” he said, in a voice so low and ragged it was barely a whisper. “I certainly know.”
I wish…you were alive.
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