Lovers of Myth

Day twenty-eight of thirty came and went with little to report. They were close to the deadline with no results, which meant the subject would be terminated soon. How? No one could explain it to her, and frankly, they all looked unsure of what the association would do with him.

He was healthy and seemed capable enough, but he refused to speak even a syllable to any of them. Why couldn't they just use him as a mute machine? Perhaps they knew he wouldn't listen to their commands.

Ivory had read through his whole file and now knew why they wanted him, but not how they intended to destroy him. He was meant to be the ultimate war machine. A front-liner. It was obvious, but at least she had the documents to back up her assumptions now.

There were no noted weaknesses. That was what they wanted the most. A hole in his armor, so to speak. The perfect kill switch. For all they could tell he was a tank in and out. So much for answers, she had thought as she tossed the file onto her desk with a sigh.

That night she worked late, sitting bleary-eyed at her desk. The thought of sleeping was a tempting one, especially if it meant falling into another lustful dream. Still, shouldn't she worry over the realistic feel of her dreamy encounters? Was this normal?

Being trapped in a stone prison with little to no social interaction wasn't normal either. At least not healthy. She was still a physically healthy woman and her needs were strong too. Though it was a bit wild, what she saw in her sleep, it wasn't abnormal to have lustful thoughts. That's what she wanted to convince herself of.

The words before her began to blur. Before she knew it her head was down, eyes closed.

Within the midst of a heated dream, heavy fingers caressed her thick thighs. A moan left her lips effortlessly within his presence. In the dark of her mind, the large figure of a beast moved to cover her vision. Heated eyes caught her in a fiery trance as she opened her legs to his advances.

Shimmering, navy blue skin blocked out any light. Sharp teeth shimmered behind lips ready to press against her innermost flesh. Another dream?

Her lover's torso was thick with rippling muscles, arms taut with the restraint it took not to tear into her as he so desired to do. He was her case, right? No, not here. Here he was just a being looking for everything she was. Touch, affection, and release.

He would give her the release she truly desired, feeding on her soul’s last bit of passion and need for sin. There he would take her deeper into the shadows. When she was ready, truly begging for it, he would release her mind into a chasm of ecstasy.

The growls emanating from the beast's throat had Ivory's pussy flooding itself before his finger-like claws even touched her soft folds. When he dipped his head low a long tongue slipped through those sharp fangs. A member too long to be human, maybe partially reptilian? Whatever he was mixed with it was demonic, and she wanted all of it inside her.

Dark irises filled with the abyss of her pupils as they rolled back in her head. His heavy tongue dipped in and out of her being, razor-like nails digging into heavy thighs as he lifted her round backside to better suit his position and size. Those bright eyes were just as consumed with desire as hers, his head buried between sweet, milky legs.

Her hands cupped bare breasts, pinching her own nipples as he drove her insane from down below. To call herself damned was only partially true. Damned lucky? Now that was more like it. It was his mission to prove such a thought true, and he did it thoroughly.

Her gasp sent his need overboard as her sweet juices flooded over his tongue like a sea of untapped power. The essence within such a delectable liquid made his dick twitch. Coming down from such a euphoric high wasn’t easy, and it was made near impossible by the creature's next move.

Flipping her over, he grabbed her up into a sitting position with his talons over her tits. On her knees, head leaning to the side, she moaned at the placement of his soft kisses along her neck. The peace was short-lived, his thick cock long and sticking through her thighs.

Every dream of him she thought it couldn’t get much bigger, then under the next moon it looked far thicker. At this point he was just playing with her, seeing how far he could push her before she broke. She was close, they both knew it.

Within these dreams she was free to want everything dirty she could think of and then some. She was able to allow her body free reign, no conscience involved. In his grasp, her figure was that of a being far above the gods of their time. She was his life force, the reason he was able to breathe so heavily in her ear. He was real within the mind of his dreamer.

One large hand wrapped around her throat, pressing her head back against him as he slid that pole of a dick into her dripping-wet cunt. Slow at first, he was tormenting her. One steady stroke, then another. All the way in, all the way out. Her mouth opened and her eyes closed, hair wild as he leaned in to bite at the lobe of her ear.

Warm palms moved to cover her breasts fully once more, roughly squeezing as he quickened his movements. Soon enough she was bent forward in doggy style as he held tight to one shapely hip. The other claws buried deep in the thick locks at the base of her skull. Her eyes rolled back as he slammed deep into her womb. Her moans were barely whispers, and he took pleasure in knowing that his cock left her unable to make much more of a noise than a slight whimper.

After a long, deep fuck he pulled out of her without warning. She had barely caught her breath when he flipped her over and climbed on top. His grin made her pussy quiver as he turned to press his wet cock against her face. In this position, her mouth opening to allow him entry, he was able to lick her tight cunt to his heart's content.

Her throat was unwilling to allow such a large, foreign object entry at first. Then his tongue was deep inside her and suddenly she gasped at the heat of it all. His shaft slipped so far down her throat that at that moment she questioned if she could breathe. Her hands held tight to his legs though, and he took that as a welcome command.

His tongue swirled around her clit, swollen and begging for another release. His cock ruthlessly slammed down her throat over and over again as she came closer to the edge of ecstasy once more. This time when she came he didn’t slow down, but rather pushed her farther over the cliff.

That thick tongue filled her deeply as his semen squirted warm loads of desire down her throat. When she thought she couldn’t take much more he switched it up again. This time when he moved loads of cum covered her chin and breasts. Positioned between her legs in the blink of an eye, his gaze never left hers.

Those heated irises had her whole body shaking as he lifted her thighs once more. This time he used one hand to rest beneath her ass as he scooped up the semen from her flesh and used it as lube. Covering his thick member in the hot liquid, he bent it to meet her tight hole. This time it wasn’t her pussy he wanted. Her mouth opened just enough to take in a trembling breath as he slipped the head of his wide rod into her backdoor.

Slowly he moved, in and out a little at a time. Within a thought her wrists were suddenly bound to an iron headboard, tits pulled upward with the restrictions. Suddenly she felt the pinch of nipple clamps. Under them now stood a large bed which welcomed the job of restraining her.

“You’re…cheating.”

His growl of a laugh had her heart racing as he filled her body more and more.

“This is your dream, lover.”

With that a gag filled her mouth, her head falling backward as he pushed all of his cock deep into her tight little hole. Every thrust had her plump boobs bouncing, the clamps pinching harder around her budded nipples. He wasn’t getting any gentler, his body hard and big against her luscious curves.

Her dream. Gods, it was all her and he was just making it happen. That huge penis pounding into her ass at the moment? She wanted it. The way he held her up so effortlessly was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. This damned creature made her feel like a worshipped being and a whore all at once. The perfect combination.

The pace quickened as he bore into her. When his warm seed filled her once more she was practically comatose within their fulfilled desires.