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Mystery of dreams and reality - part 4

AN: This is utter filth. If you're underage do not engage with this fic! Not only is this smut, and quite lengthy because it took on a life of its own, but there's also a twist at the end. This chapter contains mentions of imprisonment, blood, death, persecution, being chained up, and murder. It also contains a bit of pain play, hints of blood play, threesome (m/f/m), praise kink, unprotected sex, oral sex (female and male receiving), knotting, cum swallowing, d/s dynamics, swearing, breeding kink, dirty talk, and hints of jealousy.

Following Sirius' explanation, a gloomy air hung around Number 12 Grimmauld Place. Kreacher seemed to pick up on it as well because the elf was a little politer to Sirius and frequently checked up on you. You weren’t sure why you were feeling this way.

You had a fantastic relationship with Sirius and the dreams that you were having were artificially and accidentally created by a potion. So, why did you feel so upset at the fact that you knew that these dreams would be ending soon?

As the day drifted to a close and you cuddled into Sirius’ embrace, you still didn’t have an answer. You were so preoccupied with your thoughts that for a few moments, you didn’t realise that you had closed your eyes.

Nothing could have prepared you for the sight that greeted you and what you felt when you reopened your eyes.

You were in a cell with your wrists bound. Judging by the jeers, laughter, and clothing of the people outside of the cell, you estimated that you were in a small village, probably in the early 19th century.

“Like the chains little witch?” A man guffawed on the other side of your cell as your audience left the two of you alone with a few dark chuckles at your apparent misfortune, “I made them myself. Go on, look at ‘em.”

At his prompting, you looked down at your manacled wrists. At first glance, the binds themselves looked like they were made out of ordinary steel but as you continued to examine them, you noticed several runes etched on the shackles.

The man continued speaking while you looked at the runes, “Grabbed a book about your heathen sketches off another one of your kind when he came through ‘ere.” The man boasted, “If I’ve done it right an’ I think I have, you won’t be able to access your--”

In the distance, heavy sounding doors slammed open which distracted the man who was speaking and gave you the opportunity to identify some of the runes that had been etched onto the surface of the metal binding your wrists. Thankfully, the runes hadn’t been drawn properly so they weren’t functional and they were merely decorative. The desire to break your restraints and demonstrate just how magically powerful you actually were was growing stronger inside you with each passing second and you reached for the chain with your hands.

The man was still distracted, he seemed to be listening to the footsteps that were drawing closer, and you took advantage of his distracted state by gripping the chain tightly in your hands and channelling your magic.

The right-hand side link of the chain closest to you broke apart from a tiny push with your magic. You had almost broken the other side when a familiar voice had your head shooting up in surprise.

“What exactly are you doing in here?”

“F—father Solomon,” the man who was taunting you stammered out, “I-I-I--”

“Would you kindly spit out whatever it is you are trying to say before I die of old age?” Father Solomon challenged mockingly.

The other man’s bluster seemed to have left him and he visibly shrunk in Father Solomon’s presence. You were surprised to see the man who greatly resembled Sirius in purple, floor-length robes with a grey sash around his middle and an ornate silver cross hanging around his neck. He was wearing black pants and black boots as well. His hair was about the same length as Sirius’ yet his grey eyes were cold as he stared down the other man.

“Well?” Father Solomon prompted impatiently.

“I wanted to pay my respects before the witch was sentenced to death,” the man whispered with his gaze on the floor.

“Oh?” Father Solomon stepped forwards and the other man appeared to be simultaneously wishing he was anywhere else and fighting the impulse to step backwards. You had to give the man some credit, if Sirius had been staring at you like that, not even attempting to conceal his fury, you would have made any excuse to get out of his sight and possibly out of the country.

“I didn’t realise that you had taken over my position and had any knowledge of the obligations that a Church official must undertake before an individual is sent to the gallows.”

Your heart sank at the realisation that Father Solomon wasn’t here to save you despite how much he resembled Sirius.

“Of course not,” the other man stuttered, “my apologies Father Solomon.”

“Leave us!” The Father commanded and the man nodded rapidly, nearly stumbling over his feet as he rushed to the exit. Though he still had enough courage to sneer at you as he passed.

You returned to your previous task of breaking the chain that was connected to the manacles that kept your hands together. If Father Solomon wasn’t going to be of any assistance, you were going to get out of here yourself. You were a powerful witch. Your resolve strengthened as you remembered that during your first dream, you had the strength to walk away from the doppelgänger that you had encountered. You knew that you could do it again, no matter how much it pained you.

You felt the weight of Father Solomon’s gaze on you as the other side of the link broke, causing your hands to fall into your lap.

“There’s my clever witch,” Father Solomon breathed.

Still annoyed at him, you ignored his praise and switched your focus to the shackles on your wrists. With a thought, two small cracks appeared in the metal of your binds, one on each of the manacles that inhibited the movement of your wrists. As you watched, the cracks grew larger until they stretched from the top to the bottom of the manacles. With one more push of your magic, the manacles split and fell onto the ground landing with a clatter that was bound to attract attention.

Apparently throwing caution to the winds, Father Solomon wrenched open the door to your cell with inhuman strength and strode in as you climbed to your feet, rubbing at the tender skin of your reddened wrists. With two strides, Father Solomon stood in front of you, and with a gentle gesture, he placed two fingers underneath your chin and lifted your head so he was looking into your eyes.

For a moment, the two of you simply stared at each other and you felt your annoyance melt away at the concern in his gaze. Using his other hand, he caressed your cheek tenderly before bending down and capturing your lips with his own.

The kiss was far too brief for your liking and after the two of you broke apart, you realised that someone must have reopened the heavy doors that you had heard opening before because you could once again hear jeers, laughter and taunting voices urging you to face the crowd outside. Your hands crept up and clutched at Solomon’s robes tightly.

“Don’t be afraid.” Solomon whispered against your lips, “The Dark Prince is coming.”

Inexplicably, you understood that he was talking about Dracula.

Moments later, his words proved to be true as the jeers, laughter and taunting voices abruptly stopped only to be replaced with screams of terror. A smile crossed your face as four shadows appeared on the ground of your cell growing longer and larger as the seconds passed.

Before your very eyes, four vampires appeared. Their mouths were stained red and their lips were curved upwards in malicious smiles revealing their elongated canines.

“We found her!” Three of the vampires hissed in unison. Judging by their voices and what you could see of them in the dim lighting, they were women.

The fourth vampire stepped forwards and some light fell on his face, illuminating it. the fourth vampire was clearly a male. That was all your mind could process because the vampire staring back at you was another of Sirius’ doppelgängers.

One of the female vampires hissed unexpectedly. Following her gaze, you looked down and realised that she was hissing because of the manacles that now lay on the floor. You knew that her enhanced eyesight was allowing her to see the pitiful attempts at the runes that had been carved into the metal of the manacles.

“Let us hunt them!” She begged; her face now twisted into a snarl. “We shall punish them for the disrespect that they showed you on this All Hallows Eve night.”

“Go!” Dracula ordered without looking at them as he was staring at you hungrily, “Raze this insignificant village to the ground. Erase it from history.”

In perfect synchronisation, the female vampires bowed. In one fluid movement, they pivoted and dashed forwards, out of the building. Solomon turned away from you, gazing at the exit that the other vampires had left through with hunger burning in his gaze as Dracula stepped into the cell.

You reached forwards and grabbed onto one of Solomon’s sleeves. At your unspoken plea, he turned to face you.

“They are more than capable,” you began. As if to support your argument, the sounds of objects crashing, frightened screams, and gleeful, if somewhat insane cackles reached your ears.

“I want the both of you tonight,” you declared boldly, not relinquishing your grip on the sleeve of Solomon’s sleeve. Solomon still had the hungry expression on his face but the air had changed around you and so had his hunger. It wasn’t a craving for revenge and fear any longer. The hungry expression that Solomon wore promised a much more satisfying way to spend the night.

“If that is what our little witch desires.” Dracula purred, lifting one of your wrists to his mouth and placing a gentle kiss on the inside of your wrist where your veins were visible. Dracula’s canines scraped the tender skin of your wrist causing you to gasp in pleasure. Both Dracula and Solomon inhaled deeply as you gasped and the scent of your arousal reached them.

Being part of the hidden supernatural world had its advantages and within a very short period, you were in a large, spacious castle. You didn’t have any more time to admire nor examine the castle because Dracula had swept you into his arms and clutching you tightly, he sped through the castle and its corridors. Before you knew it, Dracula found the room he was searching for and he glided forwards and gently lowered you onto the bed before stepping back and watching you expectantly.

There was a rush of air and Solomon appeared in the room. Clearly the scent of your arousal had affected him because the curved horns that he had in his demon form were visible atop his head and his pointed tipped wings were also visible. His wings were incredibly large, signifying his age and rank among demons. They sprouted from the middle of his back and reached outwards and they were also beautifully coloured. Red decorated the edges of the wings before darkening to a midnight purple and then, as the wings narrowed closer to the base, the colour changed again, darkening to an inky black.

With a flap of his tremendous wings, Solomon landed on the bed atop your outstretched legs. His prehensile tail wove around your torso pulling you up into a sitting position. His tail uncurled itself from your torso and dropped down slightly, tracing down your thigh as Solomon re-connected your lips.

You gasped into his mouth at the feeling of his tail gliding up and down your thigh and you felt him grin before raising a hand to cup the back of your head and pull you closer. You knew that you would have beard burn later but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care as you opened your mouth so that his tongue could explore it.

You let out a moan as Solomon’s now pointed nails scraped along your scalp before grasping some of your hair and pulling back harshly. The movement caused your lips to disconnect and you to bare your neck to the hungry gazes of the demon and the vampire. The latter let out an appreciative groan at the sight of the exposed flesh and gracefully moved forwards. As your demon nipped and sucked his way down one side of your neck, your other lover sucked marks into the other side of your neck, paying special attention to the middle of your neck. That was one of Dracula’s favourite spots to mark you because the skin was directly above your carotid artery. Occasionally his fangs would graze the area but you knew that he wouldn’t bite unless you gave him explicit consent to do so and even then, he was extremely cautious not to drain you too much.

You pushed your torso upwards, begging for more and your two lovers took the hint. Solomon’s tail wrapped around your torso again and kept you upright as Dracula and Solomon pulled back. In Solomon’s case, he also removed his clawed hand from your hair which caused you to whine at the loss.

“You have two seconds to remove your clothing otherwise Dracula and I will shred it off of you,” Solomon ordered in a husky voice filled with promise.

Reaching for your magic, you vanished your clothing and to save you time undressing them, you were far too impatient for that, you vanished their clothing as well. You knew that your clothing would reappear in the laundry.

When you refocused on Solomon and Dracula, expecting to resume your previous activities, you found the both of them staring at you heatedly. Their gazes made your abdomen clench as heat rushed through you at the intensity of their gazes. The air became charged with your anticipation. Your nipples hardened due to their expressions and wetness began to trickle out of your hole.

One of Dracula’s hands shot out, cupping your chin while two of his fingers pressed your cheeks together, “Did we give you permission to do that?” He growled out. His pointed nails dug into your cheeks a little and the pressure had you pressing your legs together in an attempt to alleviate the rapidly growing ache that you were feeling in your pussy.

You shook your head as carefully as you dared and Dracula appeared to be satisfied with your answer. He pulled back but as he did so, he purposely dragged one of his nails across your swollen bottom lip lightly.

Solomon and Dracula chuckled as you let out a whine at the action and unconsciously, you leant forwards begging for more. Dracula ignored your plea and removed his hand entirely.

“Fine, if that’s the game they want to play,” you made eye contact with both of them and slowly drew your bottom lip into your mouth. When you were sure that you had the undivided attention of Solomon and Dracula, you bit down gently on your lip before releasing it and swiping your tongue across your bottom lip.

That spurred the vampire and demon into action. Before you could blink, you had been arranged onto all fours on the bed with Dracula standing just in front of you. Your face was level with his crotch and his cock had already begun to thicken and rise due to the vampire’s arousal and your proximity.

Meanwhile, your demon was crouching behind you on the bed. He leant over you and dragged his nails down your back. You let out a groan at the sensation and tossed your head back. Dracula’s hand shot out and wrapped itself in your hair.

“Here’s what’s going to happen, I’m going to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours and Solomon will take you from behind.” Dracula stated, “If you need to stop, tap my thigh twice. Do you understand?”

You nodded.

“Use your words, my witch,” Solomon chastised, dragging the nails of his other hand down your spine. You mewled in response.

“Yes! Yes! I understand!” You exclaimed breathily.

“Good.” The demon and vampire acknowledged in unison.

Without releasing your hair, Dracula grasped the base of his cock with his other hand and guided it to your mouth. He rubbed the swollen tip across your lips smearing the precum that had already begun to leak. Dracula’s grip on your hair tightened and understanding his unspoken command, you opened your mouth.

Dracula slipped his cock into your mouth, letting out an appreciative, rumbling groan as his cock was surrounded by warmth. His other hand rose up to rest on your shoulder and he withdrew his cock from your mouth. You didn’t have any time to react to the sudden emptiness of your mouth because Dracula’s hips snapped forward and his cock was once again in your mouth. Dracula repeated the movement building up speed as he did so and you hollowed your cheeks while also using your tongue to trace the veins and flick at the head of his cock.

Annoyed that you appeared to have forgotten about his presence, Solomon moved so that he was crouching in between your spread legs. His clawed hands grabbed onto your ass cheeks and spread them further apart.

You let out a muffled groan as you felt his hands on you and the movement caused Dracula to let out a husky groan himself.

“Do that again,” he ordered speaking to Solomon over the top of your head, “she liked it.”

“I have something much better in mind,” Solomon replied. If your mind hadn’t been so fogged with lust, you would have registered the demon’s annoyed tone.

Solomon’s hands moved to grasp onto your hips and then he dipped his head. In a quick movement, he licked a wet stripe from your clit to your entrance. Your legs trembled as your body clenched. Only the firm grip that Solomon had on your hips prevented them from inching closed.

Solomon pulled back and his breath fanned across your pussy as he spoke, “Keep your legs open.”

He gave you no chance to respond, ducking his head and licking your pussy with rapid strokes of his tongue. Then he began to leave hot open-mouthed kisses on your lower lips before using the tip of his tongue to tease your clit. His tongue inched lower before slipping into your already clenching hole and wiggling around. Your muted scream had Dracula doubling over in pleasure as the movement of his hips lost their slow, lazy rhythm and became jerky.

“Don’t tease,” he commanded as he straightened up and continued thrusting.

Solomon withdrew from your pussy and the look he gave Dracula had the vampire snapping his fangs at him.

“I suppose you’re right,” the demon allowed after a few moments. He slid forwards and knelt in between your spread legs. You felt a pressure at your entrance and that was the only warning that you were given before Solomon slipped inside you as far as he could go.

Maintaining his grip on your hips, Solomon started to fuck into you. Gradually, the demon’s pace grew in speed and he dropped one of his hands so that he could gently scrape his pointed fingernail over your clit. The added stimulation had the muscles of your pussy fluttering around him.

Dracula began to pant and then you felt his cock swell in your mouth. With his last ounce of restraint, Dracula removed himself from your mouth and rested the now purple head of his cock on top of your bottom lip. He angled his cock so the head was pointing into your mouth and then he removed his hand from your shoulder using it to stroke his cock instead. It didn’t take long before the vampire’s warm seed entered your mouth.

“Swallow,” he instructed hoarsely and you did. You swallowed everything that he gave you and then Solomon’s tail wound itself around your lower torso and with a quick yank, pulled you up away from Dracula and so your back was resting against Solomon’s front. Solomon’s hand crept its way up your body until it rested on the flesh of your neck. The demon turned your face towards him and stole your mouth in a passionate kiss.

As he kissed you, Solomon widened his stance, pushing your legs further apart. During your change in position, the demon hadn’t stopped fucking you but now his thrusts took on a desperate edge and you felt a growing pressure at your entrance at the base of his cock.

Solomon broke your kiss, “Are you going to take my knot?” He huffed, “Will you let me paint your insides white and stuff you full?”

You let out a keen at his words as his other hand came to rest on your belly and his tail unwound itself from your body, swishing to and fro in the air mimicking his wings.

“Last chance,” the demon snarled, “yes or no?”

“YES!” You screamed in ecstasy, “Fill me up!”

Solomon needed no further prompting and on his next thrust, there was a pop and his knot slipped inside you. It was a good thing that Solomon was holding onto you as your orgasm hit. When your walls stopped clenching around him, you were left utterly boneless in the demon’s arms.

Solomon thrusted once more before coming himself. He tipped back his head and let out a roar as he pulsed inside of you, his seed warming you up internally. Carefully, your demon lowered you to the bed, his arms wrapped securely around you and his cock deep inside you. Every now and then it would twitch and more of his seed would flow into you causing you to wince from the sensitivity.

Dracula climbed onto the bed next to you and kissed you in an attempt to distract you. The distraction worked as you relished in the pressure of his lips against yours. During the kiss, your tongue swiped across Dracula’s fangs which made the vampire hiss with pleasure into your mouth.

“You did so well for us,” Solomon praised as you broke the kiss between you and Dracula, placing kisses of his own across your back and shoulders. Delicately, he shifted his hips backwards and his knot left your entrance. You felt your combined fluids drip out of your hole. Dimly, you registered Dracula’s hand resting on your thigh and a soft fabric mopping up the mess staining your inner thighs and then your eyes slid closed.

You felt a deep sadness as your eyes opened and you saw Sirius asleep next to you. Your limbs felt tender and your pussy was sore as if you and Sirius had had sex in the real world. You lifted the covers and saw two fading handprints with longer-than-average fingernails on your thighs.

You gasped quietly and traced the handprints with a trembling finger, resolving to speak with Severus as soon as possible.

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