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."
