Sinners' Kingdom #1: The Book of Lust (Complete)

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"No... You're not real," I panted. The words came easier now. That was good, right? That meant I was regaining control. If I focused, I could free the rest of my body, too. "You're not real, you're not real. I'm dreaming. This is..."

"Sable..." He licked just above my swollen clit, making me jump and almost buck into his mouth. No! No. Resist. "Soon, I'll be able to meet you in the waking world, too. If that makes it more real for you, I'll claim you there. I've been looking for you for years... Sable, wait for me just a little longer. I'm almost there."

"You're a curse. Don't try to play mind games with me. I know this is all an illusion. I'm not ignorant."

"You think this is an illusion?" He ducked his head between my thighs before I was ready, and I let out a keening moan when he spread my lips and sucked on my clit, twirling it against his tongue. He even changed the shape of it — his tongue! — as it licked around my bud, from tapered to forked and back again. I writhed with my body still mostly pinned to the bed, but it had to mean something that I could thrash at all. Even if my arms and legs were still spread and trapped, I hadn't been able to move my hips like that before.

Or maybe he had let me do that. The way he held my hips down against my will, making me take everything he gave me with his mouth against my pussy and clit, he was taking too much pleasure in it. When his tongue swirled against my entrance and pushed inside, I gasped and tried to pull away, but he yanked my hips back down and fucked me deeper. His lips glided over my sex, sliding smoothly over the gentle swells and between them whenever he separated them with a tug of his fingers.

Shit. I could think clearly. It wasn't my mind that was confused; it was my body that could no longer control itself. It became submissive and shaking under his ministrations, twitching obediently whenever he hummed against my pussy and clit and licked me with that terrible, skillful, hypnotic tongue.

He moved away only to taunt me again.

"Are you ready?" he whispered. "I'm going to fuck you with my mouth. I'm going to claim your pussy and make it mine. Are you ready?"

"Wait, wait—"

"But your body doesn't want me to wait. Look at how much it needs me. Look at how much your pussy is begging me to put something back in. My fingers. Now my tongue. Next, my cock... Sable, you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I won't let you go."

Then he thrust his tongue into my pussy, and it lengthened until it was penetrating me far deeper than it should ever have been able to. I cried out as my slick entrance spasmed around him, overwhelmed but helplessly eager for more, more, more. And he gave it to me. His hand came up to tease my clit with pinches and twists, the rubbing stronger each time and making me whine and scream as he took me higher and higher—

I climaxed again. He didn't stop fucking me with his tongue, in and out, in and out, spreading my arousal all over and tasting me to his content. I couldn't take it. He was going to drive me insane. My body was going to explode and melt if he didn't stop. But he didn't care. He only wanted me to come and come harder, to give myself to him as he penetrated me with his lengthening tongue that kept stroking all over inside me—

He pinched my clit again, hard, and held it mercilessly. Yet again, I orgasmed, my hips rising to try to escape the harshly sweet pain that made me come all over myself. He chased me up, teasing me with deep strokes of his tongue before crashing me back down to the bed with one hand over my belly.

I didn't have the strength to fight it anymore. My legs spread wide as he feasted, eating me up and swallowing every drop. When he lifted his head again at last — how long he had tormented me for, I couldn't remember — his lips were damp with my arousal, and he licked them with a swipe of his shrinking tongue.

"I know you've never been fucked before tonight," he said softly. "But this is only the beginning. Give up, Sable. Be a good girl and give me your pussy. I'm going to make you feel things you never even imagined."

He pulled himself up my body, hands pressing into the mattress on either side of me as he repositioned himself. And there, between my thighs, something nudged at my sex. I looked down between us and saw it — his cock, heavy, hard, even larger than before. My body trembled, remembering the agonizing orgasms he had forced me to endure, so many... but still it obeyed, legs remaining spread as he rubbed his cock against me. This time, there was nothing separating us. He was really going to do it. He was going to push his cock into me, do what he had done with his fingers and his tongue. He was going to make me writhe and thrash as he pleasured my clit and my pussy, and he wouldn't stop until I was too exhausted to even keep my eyes open.

His hand slid up my belly and stopped on my breast. Fingers pushed up, rubbing against my tight nipple. I moaned again, overcome by the stinging pain of his fingernail flicking the sensitive crest.

"You're beautiful," he breathed. "I'm going to make you mine every night. Every day. Sable, I love—"

Love?

Love?

Whoever had constructed this illusion had gone too far. I couldn't believe I had been about to give in to the temptation. But now I was in my right mind again, and I knew what I had to do.

Love — fuck that. I was not going to be seduced so easily by a made-up monster.

"Get. Out!"

And the dream exploded.