“Are you fucking kidding me?” Flabbergasted, Lily could only sputter at him as he shut the door in her face.
NIGHT HAD FALLEN, AND Mike paced the house, wandering from room to room with no direction. He uncovered furniture, opened drawers, attempting to reconcile the idea that he really might have to leave. A gigantic hole had formed in his gut, one he feared could never be filled. He had found something special in this house, something that made him a real person, no longer the damaged creature he had once been. He couldn’t explain why, but he just knew that there was no way his brain had made everything up.
His mother’s voice hounded him, louder than ever. A couple of times, he swore he could see her standing in the doorway, or walking out of sight down the hall. At first, he had thought she was one of his girls, his lovable monsters, but she constantly mocked him from out of sight.
“Why am I so damaged?” These words had floated around in his mind all day, migrating eventually to his lips. He found himself asking nearly every room this question, waiting for one of them to answer. He couldn’t stay any longer, not if it meant his sanity, yet he knew that he couldn’t go. To leave was to admit defeat, to give up on the life he could have had.
He sat on his bathroom counter, staring at the empty tub across from him. It was huge, too big for any normal person to simply take a bath in. He couldn’t believe that anybody in their right mind would build one so large. It definitely wouldn’t be reasonable for a single person to use it. He had never prided himself on being a man of too much imagination, and he knew for a fact that he needed to figure out, once and for all, if what he had experienced was real.
He turned the faucet knobs and watched the water emerge from the bronze handles. Water, hot and cold, flowed freely, filling the tub with great speed. Mike stripped off his clothes, testing the water with his foot to make sure it was the right temperature. Everything would need to be perfect if he wanted to see her again, to gaze upon Naia. He was living in a world where nothing made sense anymore, other than the fact that he could still feel her presence, like a fading dream.
He sat in the middle of the tub, watching the water climb to his waist, then his chest. He turned the faucets off, blinking sadly. She still hadn’t come.
Yet something about the water gave him pause. Staring at its rippling surface, he sensed a kinship, a bond that had yet to be broken. Whether Naia had been real or not was no longer the issue-he fully believed that she existed, even if everything else told him that she was just a shattered fragment of his mind. The whole world no longer felt real to him. Sinking below the water’s surface, he kept his eyes open, watching the outside world ripple in place and exchanging the cold, harsh reality of air for the warm, quiet tomb of water.
Naia, he thought, sending his heart into the universe. Please come back to me.
Letting his breath out was the easy part. The bubbles rose from his mouth, dancing in circles on their way to the surface. Sinking to the bottom, he forced the air from his lungs, ready to take a huge step forward into the unknown. He had no idea where he was going, but he did know one thing.
He could no longer live without them.
He drew water into his lungs, fire filling his chest. The world around him dimmed and he clenched his fists in determination. To his surprise, it didn’t hurt nearly as much as he thought it would, the sudden intake of water.
She appeared before him, a shimmering image covered in light. Naia placed her lips to his, then breathed life into his lungs and pulled out what he had inhaled. Mike threw his arms around her. Naia lifted him above the water, holding him tightly against her naked body. The last trickle of water left his lungs, and Mike took in a deep breath of air.
“Naia!” He crushed her in his arms, afraid that if he let go, she would disappear. She held him back, ignoring the tears that ran down his cheeks.
“I’m sorry I scared you,” she told him, stroking his hair. “It wasn’t up to me, I promise.”
“What happened?” Mike asked. “It was like I went back in time, and nobody could remember anything, and everybody was gone.”
“Well, not anymore.” Naia smiled and placed a kiss on his forehead. “It was the geas again. Something happened to the house, and the geas was responsible. It erased everything to protect us, but you broke the spell.”
“Wait, so everything is back to normal?” Mike asked.
“It will be.” Naia grinned. “The geas released me because your death endangered the house. I think I can use my magic to reverse everything that has happened, and then the others can come back.”
“Oh, thank God!” Mike hugged her again. “Please, let’s get started!”
“I know you will.” Naia slid a finger down his chest and to his crotch, twirling it in circles through his pubes. “I’m going to need you to do something for me first.”
“I’ll do whatever. But first, can I just lie on you for a bit?”
“Why?” Naia’s smile vanished, then reappeared.
“I just need a couple of minutes. To feel you against me, to make sure you really are real.” He guided her to the edge of the tub and lay on her. His head between her breasts, staring at the ceiling, he let out a sigh. “When I thought you were gone, it broke my heart.”
Naia was silent, her hands running through his hair. Mike squeezed her leg, sighing at how smooth they felt. They sat this way for several minutes, the only sound the gentle sloshing of water.
“I was strangely okay with being crazy.” Mike broke the silence, squeezing Naia just above her kneecaps. “I was even okay with dying. But somehow, no matter what I did to come to terms with things, my mind kept slipping back to you.” He reached over his head and twirled her hair. “I can’t put my finger on it, but it was almost like you were just out of sight this whole time.”
“Well I’m here now, lover.” Naia stroked his forehead. “And the others can come back too, whenever you are ready.” She moved her hand across his stomach now, tracing his scars, then lower to stroke the head of his penis. “I can make it all better.”
“Maybe it’s time we make it better.” Mike rolled over and kissed Naia on the lips. She leaned into him, his hands squeezing her breasts while her hands found him beneath the surface, teasing his cock and tugging gently on his balls. Mike sighed, leaning back to reveal that his large erection had broken the surface of the water. “It’s time we bring everybody back.”
Eyes gleaming, Naia leaned forward, taking him into her mouth. Her tongue slid around his cock effortlessly, her teeth just teasing the edges of the head.
Mike stroked her hair, watching her bob up and down, getting him nice and slippery.
Naia pulled her mouth off of him. “You like that, don’t you, lover?” She teased his opening with a finger.
Mike nodded and gazed deep into her eyes, seeking that magical connection once again. His heart beat wildly in his chest.
Naia twisted away from him and put her hands up on the edge of the tub. Looking back over her shoulder, she grinned at him. “I want you to fuck me until I can’t breathe,” she said, waving her butt in his face. “I want to feel your balls slamming against my ass like you are going to die if you can’t make me come. I want to be filled until my stomach swells, so full of your cum that... what’s wrong?”
Mike’s eyes narrowed as the whole world span around him. He had found it in that singular moment of weakness, a gap in reality’s code, the information he needed to connect all of the pieces together.
“I bet you want me to fuck your asshole too, don’t you?” he asked, tracing her cheeks with one hand.
Naia smirked, wiggling her butt beneath his hands.
“Of course I do, lover. I want you to fuck my ass until I can’t stand.” She pressed it toward him. “This ass is all yours, it was made for you.”
“Who the fuck are you?” Mike asked.
The walls of the bathroom were suddenly too bright, the water around him suddenly gone.
“Fuck,” Naia swore, her eye
s glowing red before the universe exploded.
MIKE SAT UP IN BED in a cold sweat, clutching the sheets. At his side, Tink was out cold, the goblin hogging part of his pillow. He tried shifting his legs, but something heavy was holding them down.
“You weren’t supposed to wake up,” a voice said from the foot of the bed. “Almost nobody wakes up.”
“Who the fuck are you?” Mike asked, his voice nearly a growl.
“Hmm. I think you know already.” She crawled toward him, the moonlight illuminating her features. She wore a tight red top beneath a corset, and had long wings above her tiny frame. She practically glowed when she smiled. Her crimson eyes hungrily appraised him, and her hand found his hard dick beneath the blankets. “I was sent here to kill you. Don’t worry though-it won’t hurt.”
It suddenly made sense. The paperwork with the garbled text, his computer not working. His mother’s ghostly presence. Common denominators in all of his dreams. He recognized Lily as the Society woman who had come to the house. “Tink, wake up!”
“Oh, there’s nothing she can do. She will sleep until morning.” Behind Lily, a dark shadow moved. As it came into the moonlight, Mike felt the blood leave his face.
“Holy shit!” He watched the scorpion tail twitch back and forth, his whole body going cold. “Abella! Naia!”
“Night night.” The tail struck Mike in the shoulder. He went numb and fell backward on the bed. Lily crawled on top of him, her smiling face inches from his.
“Why?” he asked.
“They want the house. It’s nothing personal.” Though Mike’s body was paralyzed, there was one part of it he could still feel. Lily teased his cock through his boxers, then pulled it out. “But there’s no reason we can’t have some fun.” Her tail struck again. The room span, and Mike sank back into darkness.
“WHAT HAPPENED?” MIKE was in his bedroom, but it no longer felt right.
“What happened is that you’re a tough nut to crack.” Lily’s voice came from inside the mirror in the bathroom. She stood there with a broad smile. “I thought for sure that you would try to fuck Beth. Or even the pizza girl. I took their forms to ensnare you, I know you find them attractive. But I was so surprised when you turned me down. It really got me thinking.” She wandered out of view, disappearing behind the glass.
“Hey. Hey!” Mike ran out of the bathroom, nearly colliding with the bedroom door when it opened and knocked him off his feet. He slid across the floor and into the bed frame. The room had tilted wildly, everything now at an angle.
“I was hoping to do this the easy way.” Lily walked toward him, unbothered by the sudden, steep incline of the floor. “Sneak into your dreams, poke around a bit, and then fuck you senseless. I was pretty thrown by the geas-it took me over an hour to reconstruct Naia from your memories. It was almost like someone had padlocked all the information in your brain away, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t dig up any info on this house. Your obsession with the nymph though, that was special.”
“What are you doing?” Mike asked, hanging on to the bed. He couldn’t get his feet underneath him, since he constantly slipped on the tilted floor.
“This is the Dreamscape. You can think of it like astral projection. Right now, it’s your soul versus mine. Nobody in or out until we do this the hard way.” Lily smiled and licked her lips. “You see, I just need your cum to complete the transaction. I was hoping to get you off in your sleep, swallowing your seed and your life force with it. The fact that you broke free though, that makes you different.” Lily grabbed a handful of her bountiful breasts and jiggled them. “Do you like what you see?”
“No.” It was a lie, but Mike’s life was on the line. Lily was, in fact, very pretty. “You aren’t going to get away with this—the others will come eventually.”
“That’s the beauty of the Dreamscape. Time flows differently here, as fast or as slow as I want. You’ve been asleep just over an hour, but it felt like days, didn’t it?” Lily circled the bed, the room tilting away from her as she moved.
Mike swore to himself, fighting to keep his grip. “So what, you’re going to kill me? Looks like you have the upper hand here.”
“It’s not that simple.” Lily’s tail curled beneath her, and she sat on it, crossing her legs and balancing in place. “I could kill you here, but you wouldn’t die. You could wake up, or go somewhere else and I would find you. You see, you and I have a bit of a problem.”
“You are the problem.” Mike let go of and slid across the floor until he collided with the wall. He was trapped in the corner now, but at least he was standing.
“You see, I need you to be a good boy and come for me. I’m under contract to suck out your soul and return to my Master. I’m a succubus. I’ve done this dozens of times.” Lily pulled a nail file from thin air and twirled it in her hand. “However, I can’t kill you until you fuck me. That’s Demonology 101. If I take a mortal life outside the bounds of my contract, I end up as dust, a victim of the Divine. If you don’t fuck me, I have to trap you here for roughly six years, or until the venom I hit you with wears off.”
“What happens then?” Mike asked.
“Well, you will wake up, realize that about thirty minutes have passed in the real world, and I stab you again with my tail.” Lily was now using the nail file and examining her handiwork as she went. “We do this all night, and eventually you wake up. However, you and I are connected now. Next time you fall asleep, the cycle restarts. I can guarantee that you will go mad trying to discern reality from fiction-I have grown quite good at making sure you can’t tell.” Lily blew dust off of the file and tossed it away. It struck the floor with a PING and vanished. “This place isn’t a normal dream. I wasn’t able to trap you there. Creatures like me don’t have souls, in a traditional sense. I had to come here personally, to the Dreamscape, dragging your soul with me the whole way.”
“Why tell me all this?” Mike asked. “Why not just get it over with?”
“To answer the second question, consent. If you consent, then I am allowed to do whatever it takes to get you to come, and I get your soul in return when you do.”
“And the first?”
Lily shrugged. “You’re the first man in a very long time that didn’t jump at the chance to fuck me. I find that fascinating. You are definitely the first non-magical being to realize that you were inside a dream. I still haven’t figured out how you caught on.”
“We all have our secrets.” Mike pushed on the wall next to him. In his mind, he knew it shouldn’t budge, logic dictated that it was impossible. Yet the Dreamscape was already having an odd effect on him. Giving the wall a shove was somehow second nature, and the harder he pushed, the more the world tilted to match. Spinning the whole room from the inside, he was able to make it moderately level.
“Well done!” Lily clapped her hands. “I wondered how long it would take you.”
“Dream logic,” Mike said. “The normal rules don’t apply, and the less I think about it, the better.”
“You are right, they don’t.” Lily uncrossed and recrossed her legs. Between those dark, thigh-high boots was a void that called to him. “But the rules can change in an instant. I’m afraid that I’ve had way more practice than you.” She stood up, her tail straightening out, then whipping dramatically behind her.
“What’s with the tail?” Mike asked. “It doesn’t look very demon-like..”
Lily laughed. “Yeah, well the first man who tried to draw a succubus couldn’t picture it right either.” Her tail curled up against her waist and she grabbed the head of it. On closer inspection, Mike realized how phallic it suddenly seemed. “One strike, and your whole body goes completely numb, and you are unable to move. The second strike makes you hard as a rock. I get you off in your sleep, and take just enough of your soul that nobody ever notices.”
“How does nobody notice a piece of their soul missing?” Mike asked.
“Simple. It’s that little part of you that remembers your
childhood, or maybe that piece of you that cracked when your best friend drank his life away and put a shotgun in his mouth. Your soul is kind of like a spiritual memory-I can take away a day, and it eventually gets filled with something else.”
“But if you take it all, I die?”
“Yep.” Lily smiled, stroking her tail. “Form follows function. Devils use their tails to stab and destroy, I use mine to feed. Well, and for other things.” The tail whipped around her waist, wrapping around both thighs before protruding between her legs like an erect penis. “I’m not very picky about my meals,” Lily said, smiling as she stroked the shaft of her makeshift penis. “It’s ribbed for her pleasure, after all.”
“Holy fucking shit,” Mike whispered to himself.
“So, what do you think?” Lily thrust her hips at him. “Fancy a go?”
“Er, not my thing.”
“Figures. And that’s where we have a problem.” Lily’s tail unwound and relaxed behind her. “I tried everything I could. I was direct. I played coy. I even pretended to be that nymph you love so much. And still, not a peep. Do you have problems or something?”
“As a matter of fact, I do.” Mike thought of his mother, her voice chasing him through the house. He had wondered why she was so prevalent in his thoughts, appearing constantly throughout the day. She always found him in his dreams, or at least she had. He hadn’t thought much about her since he had discovered Naia.
“Damn. Are you sure there’s nothing I can do to convince you?” Suddenly Lily was gone, Beth in her place. “I can be anybody you want me to be. Do anything you want me to do.” She was Dana now. “We could even come to an agreement, maybe? I could keep you like this, in the Dreamscape, until dawn. That’s seven hours in the real world, but over eighty years in here. I can be every person you have ever met, do all the things you’ve wanted them to do. I can be that English teacher in high school, the student teacher everybody wanted to fuck? I could be the checkout girl at the grocery store from when you were twenty-three. Any celebrity, old flame, or even someone new. The school valedictorian, perhaps?” Lily flickered with each description, becoming different women before his eyes, finally transforming into a sexy teenage redhead in a nightgown.. “A lifetime of sexual depravity, and all of it would feel real. You could come in my ass so many times that I lose count. You could hate-fuck me, pound my ass until I cry myself to sleep. Love me, take me as your bride until the end of days. These are all of the things I offer you, if you will just agree to the terms, that when the sun rises one last time, I take your soul with me when I leave. You die happy, peacefully in your sleep, and the whole world moves on without you.”
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