Dreaming of Darkness

Chapter Thirteen

Bailey

Marvin Gaye had nothing on these two. The musicians who were standing on the raised platform, one playing a violin like instrument, the other a low, humming flute of some kind, had only just begun playing and already my brain was having a hard time focusing.

Mostly because of Traum. The smell of him. The feel of him underneath me. I could barely focus on the sounds coming from the instruments. And why should I? I was already on the fast track to begging Traum to just get over this little hiccup of lifelong commitment and fuck me.

Wait, I nearly groaned, I could not be thinking like that. What had he said earlier? If he locked inside me, some kind of paranormal technique that meant his cock would be buried deep inside me for as long as it felt it was necessary. Yes, it being his cock.

My brain was so fried, at this point that whole lock deal sounded like fucking perfection. It would be so easy like this. The couples around us were already knee deep in the orgy pool, several of them getting handsy as the music and magic filled the space around us. I stared slack jawed as an incubus helped his partner to their feet and together, they stumbled to the side of the group, barely out of the glow of the main fire before taking her to the ground with a low growl.

My body clenched.

It was as simple as that for them–and I knew I was jealous. If Traum was mine, I would’ve already dragged him away myself.

My body ground back against his, his dark groan merely a fan against the fire in my gut.

“I’m already yours,”

he answered, making me realize that I had to have been speaking out loud. But instead of embarrassment, only laughter, rich and uninhibited, spilled from my throat.

Traum’s claws traced the edge of my skin, the fabric slowly riding up under his attention. My breathing was picking up, consumed by the effects of his touch, his proximity and the sensual music.

“I want you.”

Traum arched his hips, grunting a little as I returned the favor with a roll of my own. “Of course you do, little dream.”

“So arrogant,”

I responded, my hands falling to his thigh and the thin, soft trousers he wore. “Why is that so attractive?”

Traum hummed, then moved me over this hard length again, “I am arrogant because I have what everyone else wants.”

I snorted, but when his hand smoothed over my breasts, my pussy pulsed. “You exaggerate.”

“Sweet, beautiful mate, do you not understand how desirable you are? Mate or not, there are many here who would kill for a chance to touch you exactly as I am.”

I opened my mouth to protest, when one of Traum’s hands captured my jaw and turned me to face the crowd below us. “Look at them. They want you…they want what is mine.”

His words were nothing but a growl at the end.

But still, I looked. There were several pairs of eyes on us. Some familiar from walking around the village; others, merely strangers. All shared the same, hungry gaze; all trained on me.

I assumed that I should feel guilt, or even shame, dry humping my incubus in the middle of a party. But instead, their eyes, it was….it was erotic. It made me want to move more. To tease them with the male underneath me. Heat crawled under my skin, lust making my throat tight as I, keeping my eyes on them, rolled my hips crudely back into Traum’s cock.

His ragged groan only made me burn higher, as did the pair below us, who moaned as well, setting back in their seats together. I could see it now, her hand was around him, his cock already out and hard in her grip. They were getting off on watching me and Traum.

I gasped, my body thrumming as Traum leaned in, “Fuck, Bailey, fuck. I can smell you. I can feel how much you like it, that needy pussy is going to be so slick when I touch it, isn’t it?”

Whimpering, I arched my back, hoping he would understand. Traum’s rumble of approval filled the air before his hand moved across my breasts, finding my nipples and strumming them with his clawed fingers.

“You’re fucking perfect,”

Traum mumured, “And they see it. They know it.”

His other hand was tugging the skirt of my dress higher and higher. And suddenly it wasn’t fast enough. My hands left his body, where I had been bracing myself, and started to move towards my dress’s hem.

Traum clucked, “Don’t rush me, little dream. We have all night.”

I grunted, uninterested in exhibiting any sign of patience. Traum laughed again, but the sound trailed off when I rolled my hips again. Traum’s hand on my breast tightened and I moaned. “Do you want to show them, little dream? Do you want to show them what is mine?”

His hands on my thigh tightened, waiting.

“Yes, oh God yes.”

New kink apparently was unlocked, because I desperately wanted them to see us. To see how badly I was wanted, how just how much I pleased him.

Traum’s ragged exhale made my skin tingle. And then his hands were moving, repositioning me as I moaned in his grip. My legs draped over his lap, his hand found the edge of my dress and drew it up, slowly spreading his knees as he moved.

My legs, of course, moved with him, until I knew that anyone below the hill, we were sat upon could see straight up my dress. My body clenched, my pussy throbbing as his fingers stole all the way up to where my panties stretched across my heat.

I moaned as his fingers ghosted over my slit. “I knew you’d be slick for me, little dream. But Bailey, fuck. You love this don’t you? You love knowing they are watching you?”

“Only with you,”

I whimpered, “Now they know.”

“Know what,”

Traum said, his mouth against my throat as his fingers caressed me against the soaked fabric.

“That you’re mine.”

His rumbling laugh only made me writhe under his hands. “Possessive little thing.”

“I wouldn’t have to be if you weren’t such a tease,”

I answered, moving against those delicate touches, frustration lacing my mind as he continued to edge around where I wanted him most.

“Do you want something?”

I growled, “You know I do.”

“Then ask for it.”

“Traum, make me come. Please, I need to come.”

“With all of them watching?”

Traum asked, his words slick with desire.

My body quivered, my orgasm approaching even without the touches I wanted. I looked down, watching the smattering of couples who had paired off. They were beautiful. Several were already fucking, the sounds of their vigorous mating making my body shake against Traum. And yes, he was right, several were still watching us. Some mid-act.

My spine tightened, my pleasure spiking at the sight of them. I was a spectacle and I loved it.

“Yes,”

I curled an arm back over his horns so that I could grip his hair, “Let them watch.”

“Perfection,”

Traum said, and then with an exaggerated move, he tugged the wet gusset of my panties to the side and ran his fingers up my pussy, dragging the slick heat up to my clit where he squeezed that desperate little nub.

My ass pressed into the perfect hard length of his cock, my orgasm barrelling down down my body as his clawed grip circled my clit, the pads of his fingers protecting my sensitive flesh.

“Right there,”

I whimpered, “Yes, baby, right there.”

“So slick for me, little dream.”

I moaned, rolling my hips in time with his fingers, wanting to come, but also wanting one more thing. I looked down, watching the couples below us, the pairs all experiencing this nearly painful level of need. And I knew what I wanted.

“I’m too empty,”

I said back to him. Somewhere below a couple groaned at my words, “Can I have your fingers?”

Traum’s body shivered and then his hand was moving, the dominant one. And he was biting into his nails, tearing the length of them down until they were stubbed and low on the two center fingers.

I only had a moment to process what he was doing before he was trusting them deep into my body. They were big, thick, and warm. Traum stroked them in and out of me two times, and then held them deep inside me while his other hand circled my clit. My hips drew up, my entire body on the edge.

“Look at them while I make you come.”

His teeth on my neck sent me skyrocketing away into bliss. Traum’s fingers moved gently inside me, drawing out every wave of pleasure, both of our chests heaving as we watched the ripple effect of those below us joining me in shaking, wild pleasure.

“Fuck, youre beautiful,”

Traum’s words made me shiver as even more aftershocks filled my body. His fingers slipped free and I’m too empty. Somehow my body still craving something. Needing something.

“Traum, I–oh, I need you.”

Fuck, Bailey. I think I’m going to have to come. Can I slip inside you? Fuck, you’re so hot. I promise I won’t lock; I just want to feel this pussy –my pussy when I come this time.”

I’m nodding, my head flopping back and forth as Traum’s lifting me, moving me just enough to undo his laces and then he’s guiding me down, letting the long deep red length of cock slick up from my ass to my clit. I ground on it, my slick instantly soaking him.

“Too close this time,”

Traum’s words are frantic, spoken from behind clenched teeth. “I have to get inside you. Just the tip. I promise, you can take it. I need to know what it’s like. I need to know my cum will be dripping all over this cunt.”

His hands moved and I felt it, the thick head of him at my entrance. And all I felt was assurance and trust. I needed this, I wanted this. And so did he. I loved him. I wanted to bond with him, but we would do that later.

Tonight was for pleasure.

The thick head of his cock slipped inside, his body behind me immediately freezing as curses flew through the air. “I couldn’t guess. I would’ve never understood. Fuck, love, you’re so hot. I didn’t know what it would be like, but now, I’ll never forget.”

“Traum, so thick,”

I mumbled, my body already clenching around his intrusion, the pleasure from just the bit of him I had, was enough to make my body wake back up. I wanted more. “I could take more.”

Traum’s panting breath on my shoulder picked up, “I know you could, little dream, but I cannot. I need to come, tell me I can. Tell me what you want.”

I turned my head, pressing my forehead against the side of his head, “I want you to come inside me. Fill me up, Traum.”

“Too good,”

Traum whispered, “I’m going to come, fill up this sweet, perfect pussy. I can’t hold back any longer. Fuck, here it comes.”

Traum’s hand slipped between us, and I felt it grip the length of cock still trapped outside of my body. And then he’s coming, and it’s more than I could’ve imagined. Immediately my body responded with another orgasm, my body clenching and shaking around the thick spasming head that was pumping hot jets of cum into my body.

My mind blanked, my body jerking and moving against him until finally, minutes later, the spasms slowed and then relaxed.

When I can, I turn my face into his kisses, the stroking hands that he slid over my body. “What was that?”

Traum laughed, the movement making us both moan again as our bodies slicked against each other. “That, little dream, was just the beginning.”

***

Bailey

I thought Traum was being facetious. And maybe he was. But it was also literally not the end. The musicians played for what felt like hours more. And between the feel of Traum’s arms around me and the hand that he often slipped between my legs to relieve the constant ache there, my mind and body were completely relaxed.

Safe.

Protected.

And very, very horny.

God help me, I did not realize that I had an exhibitionsit streak, but there was something so

powerful and instinctual about moving against my male –MY MALE–while the others watched. I didn’t believe Traum when he said that they all wanted me. But it didn’t matter. The fact that he believed that said enough about his opinion of me.

And now, what we’d shared, it was permanently linked across my memories, a living, thriving brand of our shared experience.

I wanted a hundred more.

Traum’s lips brushed over my ear, “Are you ready to go?”

I nodded, sleepily. There were couples and miscellaneous Other figures still walking around in the Underworld’s version of a moon’s light. “Is it over?”

“It is for us,”

Traum said, turning and lifting me as he stood. I remained cradled in his arms. Yawning, I slipped my arms around his neck. “I’m not sure how much more I can take.”

That woke me up. “Did I hurt you?”

His chuckle vibrated against my side. “No, little dream. Just a hand cramp.”

My jaw dropped, “You can't be serious.”

“Oh, I am always serious about bringing you pleasure.”

I plastered my face into his shoulder, “I am horrified.”

“Horrified? Why? I would gladly suffer a hundred more cramps than leave you wanting.”

His teeth flashed down at me as I peeked out at him, “You are beautiful, when you beg.”

“Oh God,”

I whispered, “I still can’t believe I did all that.”

His steps slowed, “Do you regret it?”

I waited, thinking it over. “Am I still getting all the incubus lust?”

“Only from me, and you seem used to that.”

“Then I can say, with complete confidence, that I do not regret a moment.”

His breath whooshed out, making me realize how anxious my answer had been making him. “I’m so glad.”

“And what about you?”

Traum’s fingers tightened against where he held me. “Best night of my life.”

I smacked his chest lightly, “you exaggerate.”

“I do not. I spent my evening pleasuring my soul mate. There is nothing better for someone like me.”

“Someone like you? An incubus?”

“Someone who believed that I would never share this type of intimacy.”

“But…uh.”

“I know what you’re thinking, I see sex, I experience sexual acts all the time. But never the intimacy behind it. Never the ability to hold you after. Or walk home with you in my arms, your scent streaked across my cock.”

I squeaked but cuddled his chest closer.

“So again, not an exaggeration. You are just unused to hearing from a male who is both truthful and desperately in love with you.”

I stared. “I could get used to it.”

“You should.”

He slipped me down, carefully setting me on my own legs in front of his home. I raced my hands on his biceps, steadying my still shaking legs. “I mean it Traum. I could get used to all of this. This life–here–with you.”

His eyes were glowing red, “What are you saying?”

“I want to be your mate, Traum. I want to be a part of all of this, forever.”

Traum’s soft growl made my stomach swoop low. “Be sure, little dream. There is no taking this back.”

“No regrets. No taking it back,”

I reached up, smoothing a hand over his cheek, “I’m yours.”

The kiss he dropped onto my lips was devastatingly sweet, his tongue gently playing against my swollen mouth. “And I am yours.”

I nodded, a hot tear slipping free as I looked up at him. “What now?”

The words were followed up by a chuckle as I heard the crash of someone just beyond the door. This time when Traum groaned, his body language showing only barely contained exasperation.

“I will claim you as one of my people would,”

Another crash sounded on the other side of the door. Traum’s ruby-eyes rolled skyward, “But not here.”

I giggled, my heart so light I could barely focus. “Probably a good idea. Come see me, soon, tomorrow, next week, as soon as you can.”

Traum’s finger traced my cheekbones. “I will. The bond will be complete. We will decide our next steps. And then, little dream, our future begins.”

“I love you.”

I whispered to him.

His words were muffled as I leaned in and stole one more kiss before our evening ended.