In the Realm of Dreams – Chapter 5: The Mark

Her words sent a shot of desire through Azereth’s soul and it took every bit of his willpower not to take her purity right then and there. After nearly losing his temper with her and taking her back to the underworld, he realized soon enough that he had to be patient with her. If he was to have her for all eternity, then he was going to have to be as patient as possible.

He smiled, reached out, and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She was lying on the grass, her eyes boring into his like he was the only thing worth looking at. This deepened his smile even further and he swung a leg over to her side, straddling her in place to block out the brightness of the sun.

“Are you sure you’re ready, pet?” he teased, cupping her face with both hands to keep her from looking away. He could feel her cheeks burn under his touch and slowly, she nodded.

He leaned closer, pressing his forehead against hers as he stared into her eyes—hazel eyes that turn into liquid gold against the sunlight. He pressed his lips against hers and took his time, savoring her sweetness as she gasped and eagerly kissed him back.

He smirked into the kiss, feeling her desperation to be close to him as possible. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss and slid his hands down her sides. Her delicate frame was small against his touch and she shuddered as he slid them back up and felt her breasts through the material of her dress.

He slipped his tongue inside her mouth when she gasped at the sensation. This wasn’t the first time he touched her so intimately and she was getting better every time they met. At first, she was unassuming, shy, and completely innocent. Azereth was proud to say that her openness to touch and sensuality was something he had brought out in her. Once she was his for the taking, no being—mortal or immortal, will ever touch her again. She’ll be his favorite meal, his perfect lover, and she’ll never escape.

He brushed his tongue against hers, feeling her moan within the kiss. Her skin grew hotter at every passing second and he could feel her shiver. He pressed his crotch against hers, pinning her down closer to the ground to feel her growing heat.

“A . . . ah, I . . .” she mumbled into the kiss and Azereth pulled away slightly, letting her breathe for a few seconds before he trailed kisses down her jaw. She let out a sigh of content and tilted her head back, exposing her neck for him.

“Good girl,” he murmured, trailing kisses down her neck as he nipped gently at the delicate skin. His supernatural hearing could hear her blood rush all throughout her body. Her heart pumping faster with each passing minute as she lay perfectly within his arms.

She was wearing a simple dress with buttons at the top. Azereth, with expert fingers, undid them one by one, his fingers tracing the front lace of her bra.

He opened his eyes and glanced down.

“White?” He smiled and met her gaze. She bit her lip and nodded.

“It suits you,” he said, not explaining anything more before he pulled the cups down slightly and played with her nipples. Nola let out an audible moan, which grew louder as her night-time lover bit gently unto the skin of her neck.

“Ah . . .” she moaned once more.

Her moans were like music to his ears. He pressed his crotch against hers once more, feeling her soaking panties against his pants as his erection grew harder. Tempting as it was to take her virginity, Azereth knew that sex for an incubus was much better in real life than in dreams. Many of his kind only used erotic dreams as a last resort during medieval times. With the decline of religion, many of them no longer need to hide so long as they blended well with humanity.

His canines sharpen and his eyes darkened. While he wanted more than anything to mark her neck, he knew that such a mark would be suspicious to anyone else. To save her dignity, he decided to tug down the sleeve of her dress, exposing her shoulder before he trailed kisses down her skin.

With his focus on giving her his mark, he failed to notice her fingers ran through his hair from the back of his neck. He gasped, enjoying the gentle tug she gave him before he sunk he fangs down.

She let out a yelp of pain. Her body twitched, as if wanting to escape, but Azereth kept her pinned down. Her momentary pain was then replaced with a euphoric sensation, replacing her pain with immense pleasure.

Much like vampires, a bite from an incubi could induce pleasurable feelings after the sharp pain subsides. Many victims who had a chance to live after a bite often compared it to being drugged like no other. While vampires do this to feast on blood and keep their prey attached, Azereth and his kind do this to feast on life forces. With gentle control, he decided not take some of her life force but her blood instead, making her feel lightheaded and completely at his mercy.

“Mmmm . . .” she hummed in pleasure. Her eyes now looked blissful as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Azereth smiled. Soon, she’ll fall into a dreamless state. He hoped that when she wakes up, she’ll enjoy his little present.

He retracted his fangs after taking some of his fill. Blood isn’t as delicious to incubi as it is to vampires, but beggars can’t be choosers. Nevertheless, his pet’s blood was certainly sweet—even for him.

He pulled away, letting her rest on the grass with a peaceful smile on her face. Her heart rate became relaxed and he inspected his mark, admiring his work.

He had never marked a human before. Despite being alive for more than centuries, he had never been so desperate to as to mark a human. His friend, Iaron, had a knack of marking his meals as a sentimental value, and to prevent other incubi from feasting on them. Azereth, on the other hand, couldn’t care less about these creatures enough to want to keep them for a while.

But now he has and he’ll take full responsibility.

– written by an upcoming erotic romance author

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