CW:

Violent sex. self-harm via sex. soul stabbing. Suicide requests.

The spiced warmth eventually helps to drag me back into a sort of awareness. Large arms wrap around me like a vice to hold my mind and soul steady. An eternity of Naranggas curl and weave around mine, act as pillars of solid soul mass when they twitch and writhe in tune to my shattering.

Teeth graze and tease at the back of my neck.

I lean back into them, memories of her first feeding amidst cold waters bubbling through me as I gaze out into our room. Desire flaring for the… the pain and fury of her workings.

“Please.” Is all I can whisper as my hands struggle to get free. To... to touch and entice and beg for her to just… fuck this agony away. Bury me in furious and painful sex.

A low rumble of mirth, and then she moves. While one arm pins me to her chest, the other wanders down between my legs. Begins a soft teasing that does not befit my dark goddess.

“Th– Thendra!” I hiss. “Dreamer’s Tits! N– not like…” I wriggle and squirm. “Harder!”

A growl, a warning, and her teeth clamp down on my neck. A clear statement from a predator to her prize. I’ll have you in whatever way I please, or not at all.

I whimper, and can’t help but buck my hips into her hand. I was hoping for… for her to scratch or squeeze or… or hurt me to make me submit!

But she doesn’t! She just… draws fingers down my thigh and waits!!! Even my Naranggas are pinned! Only her grip on my neck and chest seem to remain steadfast. And the pleasure they bring is nothing! A gentle hinting at the real fucking she could give me!

So all I can do is go still and huff my submission.

After a few tortuous heartbeats, she’s continuing her work. Purring softly into my neck as teeth sort of… gently chew and knead at the taut flesh there. Slowly… oh so slowly… With her fingers barely even touching my clit and second lips, I am granted my first little climax.

I hate it. It’s… it barely even a flutter of pleasure!

I hiss and squirm again, bucking my hips and I realize in horror that she’s made no move to feed on my soul. “T– Take your bite! Thendra… Please. Just… just…”

But she doesn’t, only… only waits for me to still before moving her hand back to continue a slow dance across my flesh. My body burns hotter for release this time, But… it needs more! Needs my dark goddess to take her Dreamer Blighted Bite of my soul!!!

“Please…” I whimper and sob, leaning back into her as hard as I can. “I… I don’t want this!”

She stops. Fingers drift up to my belly. A rumble of humor through the teeth at my neck as she loosens her grip on me.

An offer for me to pull away and leave.

“NO! D– Don’t stop!!! Just…” I beg, pulling her hand close again and leaning back into her as hard as I can. “Feed on me. Please! Don’t be gentle. Rip and tear and bite and… and…”

Big hands obey and tighten once more as she purrs. “Did you not enjoy rutting with your Watcher?”

I go very still. Then turn to try and glare as a furious growl rolls through me, but… she’s pinned me again and can’t even catch a glimpse of her Jade eyes.

She chuckles so darkly. “Did her embrace ever still your tormented mind and soul?”

I jerk to stop. Her words just… They… they don’t make sense!

“Wh– What?”

She squeezes me tighter, nibbles harder. I feel a trickle of warm blood drip down my back.

Cold ice jolts down my spine as I consider her words over her touches. “Y– You knew? About the… the Waking Nightmares?”

Her only reply is a rumble of amusement. A simple answer… Of course.

“Then why didn’t you tell me!?!” I whimper. “If… If I’d know then I would have come back! And Tretion she… she’d be… I wouldn’t have… I…”

But… she did warn me. Didn’t she? When I spoke of wanting to run away with Awnya…

“And consider, Reaver.” She purred, “Those wounds you left upon her the last time you chose to get too close.”

I’m sobbing then, and it so easily twists and turns into another Waking Nightmare. One that drowns in just… just the sight of my beloved.

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Dead and cold and… and how it's all my fault. How I could have been more careful or… or just come back and…

Thendra holds me through it, purring and clamping my Amwella betwixt curling tendrils and body to her chest while the horrid blight ravages my mind and soul. By the time I pull myself up from the muck of the horrid memories I can only sag against her. Helpless and… and… already beginning to feel my mind slipping into a second one.

“Please. Just kill me...” I whimper through exhausted sorrows. “I’m so sorry I didn’t come back! That… that I…”

Thendra rumbles the softest sound I’ve ever heard from her. Then simply asks. “Is this the sunrise?”

I just… stare ahead. Confused. “What?”

She releases my neck to purr into my ear. “We never agreed to which sunrise you would return to me.”

My heart flutters and sings at that, a sudden balm of hope amidst my torments. “You… You gave me as long as I wanted!?!”

In reply, Thendra takes my ear into her mouth, bites, licks at the blood with her huge warm tongue. I can only tremble at her answer. I’m dissolving into such tears and sobs then as she whispers into my dribbling ear.

“So then, my Lyra, is this our second sunrise?”

And my dying heart thunders in… in something. At… have the possibility of at least one person in this dream still willing to take me back and never let me go. Who can endure my horrid nature and blighted soul without fear of it harming or consuming them. Who could so easily end my life if I even tried to curse her with my blights.

“YES!” I shout, “Please YES. Take me back. I’m yours. Always and Forever. I’ll never leave you again!”

She growls, and it’s like a great tree finally giving way beneath a long gathered weight of destruction. Teeth at the back of my neck again, one arm still clamping me to her while the other hand curls into a clawed angry thing between my legs.

And then she’s fucking me.

Really REALLY fucking me.

I can only melt against her fury, already moaning and squirming in delight and terror and such anticipation. Fingers a maelstrom of fury between my legs as my talons bite into her arm, clawing and swirling and weaving my flesh into nothing but a thing to be toyed with. Teeth bite harder, and I feel her digging nails into a breast.

As the first climax hits, she simply has her own Naranggas erupt with tooth and claw as they curl about my own squirming tendrils. A flash of such wonderful pain and pleasure drown me as Thendra drinks in my weeping soulfire.

Afterwards I’m just a sagging, panting mess for a time. Filled with a euphoria I didn’t realize I’d been craving. It’s like… like I’d slowly been brought close to death in freezing winds, and only now found a flame to melt away the gathered frost.

She loosens her grip, just a fraction, just… just enough for me to…

I’m twisting around then, quick and deft with all the grace of a jungle panther. Uncaring of the little gashes and tearing of my flesh such sudden motions will bring. And I’m crushing my lips to hers while my legs straddle her.

She purrs a laugh and wraps arms around my hips. I taste rank flesh and blood on her tongue alongside her normally spiced scent as she shoves it past my lips and into my mouth, but… It doesn’t bother me.

And soon all I can think about is how wonderfully our mouths dance.

But… then she’s reaching down. And I expect to her start fucking me with those giant fingers again, but… she’s only tearing at her own tunic. Pulling it away and leaving behind only her naked legs and waist.

I can’t look down. But I’ve seen her naked plenty of times. She has a dark mound of flesh like mine, no hair or anything. Just a normal cunt she never lets me touch and…

And…

What are those?

Odd warm things curl up and around my legs. Some smooth, some rough, of a few different sizes.

I slow our kiss, and try to pull away to look down. She lets me, and I just… stare in confusion and awe at the strange mass of black tendrils that seem to curl out from her thighs and the space between her legs. She still has the cunt I remember but… but these new things seem to just… swirl out from all around it!

“What are–”

But the words are lost when a few wrap about my hips, pull me close, and let the others dance into me. I shudder and moan, and Thendra is content to just… watch me sag and grind myself deeper into her… whatever these are. It’s… it’s like if she has half a dozen tongues to fuck me with.

While their gentleness is… annoying. I do orgasm once from their playful teasings, and as the trembling pleasure of it ripples, her Naranggas slice a bit more Amwella from my core.

“Dreamer’s Tits! Wh– What are these?” I blubber. “I… I really L–like thiiiis…”

She purrs, drags a hand up from my belly to chin, tilts me up to meet her jade eyes.

“The Fae are not the only ones to master the art of flesh changing.”

“Muh?” Is all I can reply with as warmth rolls down my spine and my body roils for… for more of this. More of her!

But then she is… suddenly very serious. Her lower tendrils slow their workings, and her Naranggas still their little dance. There is something in her eyes, and behind them I… I see that so much of her plans and words and everything has been to lead me to this moment.

To this question.

She purrs, and begins to open her mouth to speak.

“Yes.” I growl. “Wh… Whatever it is. Yes. I’m yours.”

No smile. No nod just… A hand at my lower back, pulling me closer. The other on the back of my neck, drawing me into a long and slow kiss. A thing unlike any other. No fury, no… no hunger. Just… control and an odd passion I don’t understand…

The lower tendrils begin anew. Focused and whirling. Pressing into me, hard. And then they're inside me. Deep and thrusting. Wonderful and filling and…

Dreamer’s Tits! Her tongue fucking was always perfect, but this… this is like… like…

And then something else moves up through the mixture of maddening wonderful tendrils. Seems to reach up through me… somehow… even… feel it nudge the side of my Amwella.

But… but how is it able to…?

I lose the thought as she just keeps fucking me harder than she’s ever done with these dozen big wonderful tongues! Eventually I… I just kinda go limp against her, can’t… can’t even focus enough to kiss. Eyes open but not really aware of anything. She lets me droop to the side and latch teeth onto her collarbone for support while a big hand moves up into my hair.

Grabs a fistful as she purrs a… a… growl of some kind?

Not angry. Not… not playful. What is that?

I’ve never heard her growl like this?

Then, just as I feel the tide of oncoming pleasure and pain rise up to drown me, that big weird Amwella touching thing reaches up and latches on to my soul while the smaller ones go wild. Her careful aggressive precision lost to a madness I’ve never seen in her.

But… Dreamers Tit’s it doesn’t matter! If anything it makes me moan and whimper harder, use whatever strength I can to… to pull closer.

Need to… need more of her inside me.

Her growl is louder now, a thing of… What is that!?!

That thrumming becomes the heart of my world as the pleasure slams into me, a climax too much to bear. A snarl from her, teeth bite down into my shoulder hard enough to break skin and crack a bone. Then her hips buck, and there is a pulse through her Amwella before–

With my eyes squeezing shut, I’m able to watch without distraction as… something. A tooth or claw or worse, erupts from the tendril latched onto my Amwella and bores into my soul.

PAIN.

Raw and horrid and… and… I love it.

Somehow I pull her closer, press myself deeper down onto the cruel thing that she’s impaled my soul with. Riding this perfect wave of pleasure and pain atop it.

That gets another one of those growls as she crushes me into her.

And then she’s… oh… OH!

She’s shaking… just a little. And I begin to understand what the growl was as she drinks such a large amount from my soulflame from that weird tendril. But then I find all my energy slipping away, darkness gathers at the edge of my vision, and… and I think I’m… ugh… What’s happening?

“Sing to remain awake.” She demands with a strained growl.

Of course I still obey immediately.

It’s still a reflex, and as my brain is trying to understand the words my lips and soul drag the song from me. A war between wanting to just… fall into the void that drains my soul and avoid letting my curse ruin this perfect sex. But then, at the very end, I feel something deep inside my Amwella warm as she jerks free.

A little part of my Dark Goddess left behind within the depths of my soul.

Then we’re both just… slumped and panting.

Drenched in sweat and consumed by the afterglow of whatever Dreamer Fucked Nonsense that was!

But I’m too just… overwhelmed to ask or care.

Because more than this amazing afterglow… I… I think that I just got to feel Thendra experience pleasure during this sex! Not feeding euphoria, not just… amusement, but real pleasure!!!

Maybe something like what she gives me? The thought brings tears to my eyes. Would probably drop me into a pit of sobbing… but… I’m just too tired for that.

So we both just slump into oblivion together. And no Waking Nightmares devour my mind this night.

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