The clawed, maroon hands cupped each of Neve's breasts, and she moaned again. Neve grit her teeth and shut her eyes. The demon drove his lower cock in and out of her ass, as she was on all fours in front of him, her hands squeezing the sheets she'd gathered as she struggled through the incredible feeling of fullness she was getting from each thrust, mixed with an ever-dulling sensation of pain. She could feel his upper cock rubbing through the cleft of her ass, the head poking into the small of her back whenever she arched it up, dotting precum on her skin that caught the air and became cold.
The hand on her right breast slipped down her side, pressing itself between her legs, Neve opening her thighs wider to give it more room.
"Oh my god...yes..." she whined. She needed those fingers to touch her clit, and when her lover finally found it, she gave a loud sigh of relieved pleasure. He was being extra careful with his claws not to scratch her, which made the way he stroked her clit slow and steady, enough to feel how good it was, but not as good as she wanted, not as good as she knew it could be.
"Faster," she moaned.
"Superb," the demon's voice rasped.
He may have taken Neve's command to mean more than just his fingers, because he did go faster on her clit, but he also began pumping the cock in her ass faster, the thrusts of his hips slamming a little harder into Neve. She moaned, lowering her head and shoulders down to the mattress so that her ass was up in the air, and groaned when a clawed foot appeared in her line of vision as her demonic lover moved off his knees while driving into her asshole, pounding harder and faster. Neve encouraged him in short, clipped moans, telling him "yes" again and again. She couldn't believe she was letting him do this. Nobody had ever fucked her ass before, and yet here she was, loving it, begging for the demon's large cock to fill it even more.
Oh...shit...she was going to come...she was really going to come with a cock buried to the hilt in her ass. It was going to be big, too, Neve could feel it. She wondered what it would be like if he came at the same time, what if he filled her ass with his cum. And then, to her absolute delight, she felt a throb go through both the cock in her ass and the cock resting on her back. Fuck. They were going to come at the same time. She couldn't wait, the pleasure was rippling through her body and she felt like she was about to split open. She was about to...
***
The alarm on her phone blared and Neve snapped awake into the morning light, lying on her back in her bed, her blankets kicked off her. She'd been so fucking close. He'd been so fucking close. She could feel that she was sopping wet between her legs. She glanced over at Sophia's empty bed. Fuck. There was nothing stopping her from using her wand again.
"You were moaning a lot in your sleep," said Inky. He no longer fit on her bedside table, so instead he was perched on her desk, where he had an unimpeded view of the alcove that the two twin beds were in. "Something good happening in your dream?"
Neve turned away from his gaze, rolling onto her stomach, giving a frustrated groan.
"You would know," she said.
"How's that?" he asked.
"You can see into my dreams! You put that fucking fantasy into it! I'd never do that in the real world!"
"I can see your dreams, sure," said Inky. "But I'm not the exclusive architect of them, you know. That's your subconscious. I just give it myself as clay, and it chooses what it wants to do."
"You're saying I subconsciously want you to rail my ass?"
"Well, it's certainly a scenario your mind has conjured up as desirable," said Inky.
"In your dreams," she told him.
Inky frowned.
"I don't really have them," he said.
"What?" she asked. "But you're in
mine
!"
"Yes, I'm
in
it. Because that's where I live, Neve. For you, the corporeal realm is the real world, and the dream realm is just imaginary, where none of the rules make sense, but for me, it's reversed. Dream is real, and this reality of yours...it's just make believe."
"You're saying the real world isn't real?" Neve rolled back to look at him.
"Real's a perspective, sweet," said the demon. "It's a play conjured up by all of your senses. I've been in enough of your philosophers' dreams to know humans figured this out long ago. Nothing about the dream realm is less real than this. But nothing of the corporeal realm is less real than the dream."
His gaze raked across her body, tracing the curves of her breasts and hips and ass, then falling to where she could feel there was a wet spot on her panties between her thighs. She shivered.
"For instance," he said. "In the dream, you were quite aroused. And here, now, you're still quite aroused. Wouldn't you like to take care of yourself? Sophia's not here. They might hear your cries out in the hall, but they'll pretend they didn't. And I'm sure if Jackie hears, she'll just listen in, not interfere. She knows the difference between alarm and pleasure, I think."
Neve thought about her wand. It would be quick, she knew. She'd been so close in the dream, and everything Inky had been saying about people listening out in the hall only served to make her more aroused, that people could hear her coming, that Jackie might listen in. She didn't want them listen, though, or not just listen. She wanted them to watch her. Like Inky would watch her, his eyes hungry and feral for her body, for the way her body tensed and arched when she came. She'd use the vibe, but what she wanted was a thick cock or two...his thick cocks, filling her up, pumping into her over and over until finally he--
"I don't think I will," said Neve, sitting up in bed. "I should go get breakfast. I have to work in the lab tonight, it's going to be another long one."
Inky seemed surprised. Good, that should throw him off. She wasn't going to let him taunt her every morning for his own amusement, like she was his personal peep show. Even though the idea that she might wake up every morning and come for him first thing, to start her day, his eyes watching her as she struggled and moaned through her orgasm in the early light, thrilled her a little. He didn't need to know.
Inky watched her as she stripped and then followed her to the shower, and was waiting with her towel when she stepped out and wrapped herself in it. She'd given up on keeping anything from him, he'd seen everything there was to see, now. If not when she was awake, then certainly when she was asleep. She picked out a shirt and skirt, but she didn't know if she should even bother with panties. At the rate she was losing her pairs, she'd be going commando within a couple of weeks anyway. In the end, she decided not to.
Janeise was beaming at breakfast, apparently still very high off fucking Logan Wright, but Neve was beginning to regret not getting herself off, as the memory of riding Logan made her tingle again, and when Casey and Neil sat down, it was all she could do to not touch them, to try and get them to touch her. It was getting to the point where she was feeling like she'd be fine with getting fucked in the cafeteria with everyone watching. Overjoyed, even. This was Inky's doing. She didn't care what he'd said about fucking Logan last night, she wasn't
such
a slut as to want to get drilled by Casey and Neil in public, it had to be Inky. It had to be.
Didn't it?
Trying to disentangle where Inky's influence ended and Neve's own innate desires asserting themselves began occupied her for most of the day, and then took her to the archaeology lab, where thoughts of Dr. Lain occupied her further. He swept in an hour after she arrived, but he didn't even look at her, just breezed into his office and got to work and she wondered if something had happened. She kept thinking about having his cock in her mouth, of the way he looked at her when she was staring at him while sucking his dick.
It was getting late and Neve poked idly at her computer, then reviewed the open textbook, still on the same page, for the umpteenth time. There was one other student still working, and Neve kept looking at her out of the corner of her eye, trying to see when she was leaving. In his office, Dr. Lain seemed to be diligent in his working, she could see him grading papers, reading through each page, then marking his notes.
Finally, the other student packed up her things, said goodbye to Dr. Lain, and walked out.
Dr. Lain looked up and caught Neve's gaze. He got up, then stood in the doorway of his office for a moment, while the both of them stared at each other. He looked unsure of himself.
"Are you leaving soon?" he asked.
"I don't think so," said Neve. "Not for a while, anyway. Is that okay?"
"Of course, Ms. Saunders," said Dr. Lain. He glanced at the door, then back at Neve, then back to the door and walked to it. "I'm just going to lock this, though, so nobody wanders in since it's after hours."
Neve's heart gave a little leap as the lock clicked, and Dr. Lain came back. But to her surprise, he went back into his office and sat back down, picking up another paper to grade.
Inky laughed.
"He's teasing you," he said. "He's winding you up by denying you what you expect."
"Maybe he doesn't want to repeat what happened," said Neve.
