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moonmaiden1996 · 2 years

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Claiming his Queen Part 6

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This might be a bit of a filler chapter but let me tell you Part 7 is where shit is going down! So stay tuned----As always please leave comments and likes-

Waking up once again in the strange palace, you found yourself tucked into a giant plush bed. The deep blue silk sheets cradled your body as you pulled yourself from the clutches of sleep. Despite your grogginess, a rush of heat coarse through your body, and you feel light, almost weightless, as you move. Flashes of last night passed through your mind, the feeling of his fingers, the touch of his mouth on you. Your throat plunged into your stomach, mouth hanging wide open in horror. Even with the distinct lack of coldness that clung to your bones for the first time in almost a decade, it didn't make up for the utter mortification that boomed within you.

Oh god! You screamed into a pillow.

Gnawing on your bottom lip, you recalled every sinful detail. Your toes still curled at the mere thought. Even in your wildest dream, could you have imagined how fucked your life would be? But you didn't know what else you expected after that fateful night in the basement of the Burgess Manor.

Taking several deep breaths, you draw the sheets to your chest, glancing around the room. Surprisingly it was kidnapper free. Was he even a kidnapper? It’s not like you tried to get away, but there wasn’t much point. It wasn't like you could shimmy down the drainpipe, burst out the gates and bump into a police officer. Casting your eyes around the room, you realise despite the setting sky, it was brighter now. In the light, the room took on a majestic hue.

You did not doubt that this was Morpheus’s room. It was a mix of light and dark; the clincher was the chiselled headboard. The sigil bared down at you, the same carved into your palm and forearm. It was the only proof needed that you were his. It doesn’t mean you understood it, but it’s proof of whatever this was.

"Oh, your awake." Matthew called, swooping down onto the bedpost, “my Lord, requests your presence for dinner. Your garments are in the wardrobe."

"Is there now.“

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You shouldn’t have been surprised by the sheer size of the wardrobe; however, what did shock you was the single dress that hung invitingly in the middle of the room. Only Morpheus would want you to wear such an over-the-top gown. The colour suited your skin, and it was simple but gorgeous. Nothing you would ever dare to wear before, and unsurprisingly the neckline framed the spread of bruises that littered your throat.

Matthew guided you through the corridors, people bowing and scraping to you as you went. The dining room was more of a banquet room, a long-elongated table decorated in filigree and gold.

‘You look beautiful.’ Morpheus purred from the side.

You almost had to do a double take. He looked relaxed, his billowing jacket dancing around his legs as he cocked a glass of wine at you before taking your hand; he kissed your mark before guiding you towards the table. Despite his relaxed body, you saw the fire in his eyes and how his tongue drew against his bottom lip hungrily as he gently tucked your chair beneath you.

"I take it you had the liberty of creating my dress?"

‘’I had that honour. The neckline is very becoming,’ he eyed the mark with pride. "I am sorry not to wake with you, but I thought it would ease you into the day.’

For that, you were thankful. If you had woken up to Morpheus in your bed after everything, it would have pushed you over the edge. An edge that you were already dangling precariously off.

"You need to eat...you can have anything you wish...’ Morpheus purred, sliding into the seat at the head of the table next to you.

You sit wearily, eyeing the man cautiously while he fills your goblet with the same wine he sipped. Having a candle-lit meal was not your current idea of a pleasant evening. You wanted to bury yourself under a mountain of blankets and eat an extraordinary amount of junk food. Yet you were sitting in an elegant dining room poured into a tight dress.

‘What does your heart desire?’ His eyes burnt into you while he sat at the head of the table as he slowly sipped at his wine.

You squirmed under his gaze, your thighs rubbing together, desperate for friction. The answer rose in your throat, but you swallowed it.

‘’Mango milkshake with roast chicken’ ’you squeaked. It was the first thing that came into your head; every Sunday, your mother would make the best tangy mango milkshakes for you while your father roasted a chicken. It was your favourite memory of the three of you, before the basement, before the manor, and before you parent decent into witchcraft.

With a short nod, a small army of staff emerged out of nowhere, fluttering around the table in a flurry of activity, arranging the platters of food.

Steam rolled off the plates and curled into the air, permeating the surroundings with the mouth-watering scent of roasted chicken and spices. You couldn’t remember the last time you were this hungry, and the pit in your stomach won against the bone-crushing anxiety.

You layered your plate, practically inhaling the mountain of food, eyes looking everywhere but the intense god.

"You don't have to avoid your gaze; you are one of few who may look me in the eyes without fear. Perhaps you don't want to look in my eyes for another reason?’’ You didn't need to see his face because the voice carried his smirk, '’Or perhaps you find it hard because of what they remind you of." The velvet voice broke through the silence.

A deep blush across your face crept down your neck, training your stare onto your half-eaten plate. The hunger for food transforming into a hunger for something else.

‘I wish to follow your blush...’ Morpheus purred, curling his body over the table, lips stained a hearty red, pressing his hand into his.

"Please don’t.“ You whined, squirming back in your chair.

Swiftly he removed his hand and settled back into his chair. Your eyes darted across his form as he carefully decanted the wine into his glass, filling it to the brim.

‘’That's it? That’s all I have to say?”Your eyes flitted across his dark features, waiting, but nothing came, just the adoring smile as he lounged again on the dark wood, glass twirling in his hand.

"Of course.’’ The wine only enhanced his rich voice. '’You will be my queen, wife, partner, advisor, lover, and future mother to my children. Your word carries as much power here as mine.’’

'Children?’ your face scowled deeply at the man.

“We talked about this.” Matthew half whispered, wings flapping frantically as he settled on the back of his master's chair in a fluster.

What. The. Fuck.

“She is my soulmate; of course, she will be. She will rule the dreaming along my side; I will be her king, husband, and devoted follower.’’ Morpheus said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Even uttered with a small smile lingering on his lips.

This. Fucking. Guy. A rage simmered within you.

"So if I said take me home, you would obey." You snapped, grabbing at your goblet and gulping down two mouthfuls of wine, the bitter taste burning your tongue.

The god's eyes glistened in glee.” Then I would have to prove to you why you must stay. Or perhaps that's what you want..." His feature darkened in the soft candlelight.

"Am I ever going to leave this place?” You choked, tears welling up in your eyes.

His face softened, taking your hand in his "you are not a captive. You will be free to wander the universe; my heart, it is just till our bond is completed, and no one can keep us apart. Especially my siblings" he growled, "my other siblings may seek you out to hurt me or steal you for themselves."

"Cool it. You're scaring her.” Matthew gritted out from a clenched beak.

For a moment, there was silence. For the first time, you realised you felt fear that you might be in danger. You were insignificant, human and brittle compared to him, caught as playthings amongst beings you would never comprehend.

"Is that chicken? Thank god I'm starved….chicken me.’ He flapped his wings, propping open his mouth.

You couldn’t help but laugh through watery eyes, tossing a chuck of chicken at the bird that gulped it down merrily. ’Morpheus has a big family, a very big eccentric family. Do you have any siblings...?’ Matthew guided through a mouth full of chicken.

"Matthew…" Morpheus glowered.

‘What it's polite to ask, and you were making her uncomfortable, you need to connect with her…so do you?’

Your eye softened at the barmy bird, guzzling down thick chunks of meat.

"No... my parents only had me...’

"Are your parents still alive? They aren't going to be worried about you, are they?" You saw him through a quick scowl at his master, or at least how you thought a bird scowl might look like.

"No, they died..." Your voice sounded hollow; your eyes were still thick with tears.

"That's rough. I know when my mum died, I was broken. Were you close?" Matthew softly spoke.

"No, not really. Not in the end... I think... In the end, we all began resenting each other..." It was weird to say it out loud, but almost a relief.

‘How could they resent you?’ Morpheus's low voice was soft and tender. It was the first tie he had taken in the exchange; the hunger in his eyes was gone, replaced by something akin to concern

‘’For lying to each other. Them gaslighting about what happened in the basement., me telling them I was fine. I think I started hating them... they made me have all these skin drafts’’ your hand subconsciously moving to shield your mark. ‘’... but each time, the mark would still be there. I think we just stopped talking, and then they were just gone one day.’

Outside, a thick streak of red lightning cut through the sky, with a sickening crack pulling your attention. Beyond the window, the setting sky was clouded black, the low rumble ripping through the heavens. Your focus tore from the window to Morpheus. He was shaking with rage, eyes black with no trace of beautiful silver left.

Morpheus rose to full height earning a terrified squawk from Matthew as he flapped into your lap. You waited, body rigid under his gaze, but he didn't make a move, glaring at your tiny figure. You left with a shriek of fright as he tore through the room out of the door.

You let out a shaky sob as your felt Matthew nudge a comforting head into your side.

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Lucienne eyed the sky in hesitation. Her Lord stood on the steps of his realm, dominating it. In the millennia she had inhabited this plane, never had she seen the sky so black, the angry flashes of lighting blanketing the kingdom in a sinister shade of red.

‘She is still scared of me.’ Morpheus gritted out, sending another flash of lightning crashing down from the skies.

‘My lord, a little understanding may be required with all due respect. She has been taken from her home. Modern women are much more complex than those you have experienced. A lot has changed in the last 100 years.’ She explained.

‘This is her home.’ Morpheus rounded, spitting at his librarian.

‘It is a lot of Lord she is a human...’

‘She is not. She is mine.’

‘As may be, she is or at least was human, and this world and everything in it is complex and alien to her. You must be patient and compassionate. She is vulnerable now and needs you to show understanding.’

Lucienne watched as Morpheus fell silent, her shoulder falling in defeat, retreating into the safety of the library.

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You didn't see Morpheus for the rest of the day or what seemed like a day; time moved strangely in this place. Matthew guided you around the wing, settling you into a small sitting room, a fire roaring through the fire but not loud enough to cover the howl of the thunder outside. But the constant nattering from the raven was comforting.

‘I am just saying Morpheus will give you anything, and Netflix would go down well. Do you know how long it has been since I have seen Friends? Ohhhhh, and maybe Disney Plus, I could go for some sexy Black Widow action if you know what I mean; I am wiggling my eyebrows if you didn’t notice. Ohhhh, eyebrows, add that to the list too.’

You smiled, stroking your fingers over the head of the bird, content with his babbling, yet you couldn’t help but feel the discomfort as the coldness began to creep into your bones again. Your little sanctuary was disturbed as you heard the clear click of familiar shoes on the marble floor.

‘Matthew leave us…’ came the deep command of Morpheus. Matthew wavered on his talons for a moment before inclining his head and flapping away.

‘I…have come to apologise for my conduct earlier. I was angry.’’ Morpheus started, standing in front of you, head low and palms out towards you.

“At me?" your brow creased.

"At your parents for trying to hide my mark from the world...trying to hide you from me.’ His voice was soft as his fingers pulled a stray lock of hair from your face and tucked it behind your ear. ‘I cannot blame them; I haven’t always been a good man, but I can be with you beside me. Forgive me.’’

Outside, the storm's fury had begun to die; only the barest glimpse of black and red remained. Turning your gaze back to him, you scrutinised him for the longest moment. His face was strained into a weird contortion of emotion, hair wild, and that was when it hit you, a revelation that shook you to the core.

You nodded, and with a beam of a smile, he swept to sit next to you, dragging you onto his lap, burying his head in your neck. You gazed down into your palm, the sigil carved into your palm, letting your eyes fall shut as he caressed you.

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So reality has hit me, and school starts back up in less than a week, along with the usual rubbish that comes with it. But I will try and update at least once a week. But on the flip side, I have lots of NSFW Alphabets comings.

Question- what do you think Morpheus's favourite sex position is? My answer – Cowgirl as he gets to plough into you while getting an amazing view, but Morpheus secretly loves doggy- all control, and who doesn't like their face pressed down into a pillow while he goes to town behind you?

Challenge ALERT-The first three people to get where the Mango Milkshake reference is from (its my favourite movie) wins the chance to be a character in the dreaming featured in the next chapter and say something to the character! Because why not :P

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moonmaiden1996 · 2 years

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Claiming his Queen Part 4

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Maybe not my best chapter so far, but I LOVED writing it!

You wanted to shout as you raged against the prison you found yourself in, but the body remained unmoving.

At first, there was only darkness and a sense of bone-crushing loneliness. A sense of anxiety filled you, making it hard to breathe; you grew cold, shuddering in the nothingness, bile rising in your throat. There were voices, distant and faint like memories of something long ago forgotten. There were sounds of promises, laughter, love, and then the sounds of pain.

Then in a swirl of sand, grey eyes stared back at you in the reflection in the glass. That face, your face, was the very thing that plagued you for all these years. You were trapped behind the glass in the body of your tormentor.

You saw what he saw. Felt what he felt.

You had thought the pain in your body was bad, that dull, unrelenting ache that burnt through you but this was excruciating. It was like a blade pushing into your skin, dragging quickly up your arm, over your chest before harshly plunging into your heart, again and again, and again. You wanted to scream, wail against the pain, but you remained silent, staring out of the sphere and watching.

This void was only filled with pain: pain and Alex Burgess.

'She has been sent away; whatever you and she were planning will not work. Whatever you promised the stupid cow, whatever you gave her, I hope it was worth it for that small glimmer of freedom.' He spat before turning on his heels.

You watched powerlessly from behind the glass in the immovable body as the man you once thought of as an uncle threatened, begged and cried. Despite the thickness of the glass, you heard every word.

'What curse did you place on her?'

'I could give her to you; let her be your plaything.'

'What do you want? Answer me; you have been trapped for almost a century. Don't you want to speak?'

His visits were sporadic. Sometimes he wouldn’t even speak just sit in his wheelchair for hours, glaring at the being in the box. All you could do was stare back at those hating eyes.

You balanced on the edge of whatever this punishment was, but now you were floating, surveying the world beneath you. This place was dark and so cold. The smell of sulphur and decay lay dead in the air. As far as the eye could see everything was on fire; there were no flames, just the smouldering remains of a husk as the land bubbled and boiled away.

Beneath you lay a jagged rock carved by suffering and torment. Inside, a beautiful woman looked at the pale Morpheus, her eyes glossy in wonderment. For the moment, you were struck by her beauty, the smoothness of her skin and the shape of her face. A bitter filling chewed through your insides as you gazed at them. There was love in her eyes and hope as she reached out of thorn barbed windows, slim hands desperately trying to gasp at your soulmate—arms of completely perfect skin, with no scar, no burn, no mark.

'Do you not love me anymore?'

'No.' That voice was not the one she knew, it was cold, icy. Not the voice that you were familiar with, that warm rumble. ‘Your love was false; I now possess true pure love. I can no longer even see you.’

'Kai'ckul, please.'

Her cries continued long after Morpheus disappeared.

You had lost count of how many scenes you watched. The pain was too much, and it only worsened with every switch. You no longer had the strength to fight it; you were merely being dragged from one scene to the next.

'Sir, even with your belongings restored, this woman still weakens you; we know nothing about her; for all we know, this could be some trap.’ The voice came from a short woman with strange ears; she looked pained as she dropped a thick book to the desk of the room with a dull thud.

Morpheus was surrounded by books, eyes furiously scanning page after page. 'Lucienne, your concern is admirable, but if you ever speak of your future Queen with such disdain….' The threat was left hanging in the air.

'I apologise, My Lord; I am worried. This has never happened before.’

Your eyes shifted from the being face to the man whose eyes roamed the script, staring at the block of unintelligible scribbles. You can feel his rage and frustration surge through you.

'Is this all the books on soul bonds?'

'Yes, my lord, you have read everything. There is nothing left…..perhaps it is time to talk to your siblings….'

Weakly you watched the creature called Lucienne wince as she spoke.

‘No!…. I just need…I will visit her. It will sustain me till the Dreaming is repaired, and then I can bring my queen to me.’

You choked on a noiseless sob. Why was he showing you this? Why let you feel this pain? Soundless memories flowed through you. You pulled your arm towards you, cradling it to your chest, seeking whatever comfort you could from it. Squeezing your eyes shut tight, you tried to push away that feeling of emptiness.

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The happy ping of the bell pulled you from whatever nightmare you had been placed in. The pain had ebbed away to the usual dull ached that pulsed slowly in your left arm. Your eyes flickered around the diner, frowning. There was a smell of bleach and burnt coffee, it was white and pristine, completely empty, save for a single waitress humming contently as she refilled the tomato ketchup bottles.

‘Even in the mundane, humans always find beauty.’ A chirpy voice cut through the hum. ‘I would have found a nicer dream to talk to you in, but Morpheus would find us too quickly as the Lord of Dreams. So we have to utilise the dying dreams of Muriel Gold; it should slow him down so we can have a proper girls’ talk.’ You stared at the woman as she reclined back in the plastic leather seats of the booth, taking you in with cool calculating eyes.

‘Where are my manners, little one? Forgive me; it has been a trying day. I am Death. Dream’s well, Morpheus’s big sister.’

‘Morpheus is your brother? Your Death, you don’t look like Death.’ You had always pictured death as a thing in black robes with a scythe.But this woman looked like the goth girls that used to hang out and smoke in front of your school.

‘You can thank Morpheus for that; I joked about his ruby once, and he manifests me in dreams as a robe-wearing skeleton. But that is my baby brother, always passionate about the things he loves, much like his apparent love for you.’ She laughed, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

‘You call kidnapping someone passionate!’

‘I called him passionate. Not smart.’ She narrowed her eyes at you, and you shrank back, there was something scary in her eyes.

‘He seems to think you are his soulmate. I think otherwise. I think you’re a cruel trick played by one of our siblings that will greatly hurt him. So I want to know if it is and if you have any part to play in this sick joke.’

‘I promise….all I did was make the stupid mistake of going into a basement. And I got branded by this mark.’ You pleaded thrusting your palm up towards her, the start of your mark just peaking above your sleeve top.

‘Hmmmm’ She looked pensively as she surveyed you. ‘Let me see your mark if you have nothing to hide.’

You hesitated for a second. It felt wrong to show her, far to… intimate for you to display to another. Even after all those years, you still remember the discomfort you felt after your parents made you endure skin graft after skin graft. That disgusting feeling of it being prodded and poked lingered inside you, you had hated your parents for subjecting you to that. Yet, slowly you place your arm on the table and turn back your sleeve till the whole mark is revealed.

Death stared at it hard, eyes roaming the brand; its angry red mark a harsh colour against your skin. You watched her carefully as flickers of emotion crossed her expressive face, never settling long enough to read. Her long finger swiftly rolled over your skin, causing you to flinch back.

‘Did I hurt you?’ her perfectly trimmed brow arched as she examined you fully.

‘No, it’s… sentative. It’s… uncomfortable when people touch it.’ You winced as you cover your arm again.

‘But when Morpheus touches it doesn’t hurt; it’s quite the opposite?’ she spoke as she leaned against the back of the booth.

You nod slowly, not trusting yourself to talk.

‘I have seen many soul bonds in my time, but never a brand like this. I guess I owe Desire an apology. It is true, how wonderful.’

‘Wonderful?’

The lights above began to flicker and shift above you.

Death exhaled a long tired sigh. ‘It seems that our time has been cut short little one. I thought it would take him more time to locate us in this place. Interesting. I believe my dear brother has managed to locate us through your mark. This is brilliant.’ She smiled brightly. This time it reached all the way up to her eyes, that now crinkled tightly in joy.

‘Wait….aren’t you going to kill me?’ Wasn’t that why she had brought you here?

‘I find that offensive. Just because I am Death doesn’t mean I kill people; I deliver them to the next destination. But no. I am not; even if I wanted to, I could not take your life.’ She rolled her eyes.

‘Because your brother loves me?’

‘That and I have no idea what you are.’ She smiled excitedly.

‘My parents are human. I am human.’ That made sense right?

‘I never said you weren’t. But now you are so much more.’ Death paused, sitting forward, taking your right hand in hers. ‘Look, little one, this is…hard I can’t even imagine understanding how you feel. All of this is so new…brilliant but scary. But you need to accept that no human can physically spend this long in the Dreaming without going mad. No human can hold the soulbond of an endless. Yet, here you are, and that is marvellous. My brother is far from perfect, but maybe with you, he can finally be complete.’

Was she actually serious? ‘Please don’t. He is insane. He threw me into a nightmare.’

‘My brother is possessive and lacking in the romance department, so he doesn’t take rejection well, when hurt, he hates violently. You saw that for yourself. Mother and father were not the best role models. He can be cruel sometimes, but he loves madly and passionately, and he will worship you if you let him.’

"You can’t leave me with him; your brother is a psycho!" Was it just you that thought it was not normal to throw people in tortuous nightmares or into eternal prisons because they got a little upset?

‘Soulmate or not, you will not talk about my brother like that.’ You flinched back and she sighs. ‘Little one, I do not want to scare you, but you must stop being so human and embrace the truth. Morpheus isn't the man he was before his imprisonment. I like you and want to help but cannot intervene in this matter as I did with Nada.’

‘What do I do?’ you sniffed.

‘I dunno. But he loves you, and that’s all that should matter….. Ahhh, Morpheus, I was starting to believe you would never arrive. I believe our time is up, little one; your beloved has come to take you home.’ She smiled as Morpheus lurched into view, all darkness and cheekbones.

Home. Such a strange thing to call it.

A shiver ran down your body as you heard an inhuman growl fill the room; even the dreaming woman filling bottles looked up. Your core was on fire, the mark aching wantingly.

‘Sister, you have no business in my realm.’ Morpheus gripped you tightly, pulling you up and away from Death and shielding you behind him.

This ache was not like before. This was different; your whole body was throbbing. Coldness seeped within you.‘Morpheus, can we go? Please. I feel strange.’ You leant into him; cheek pressed against his back, your forehead an icy slab against him.

‘You heard her brother, take her home.’ Despite not seeing her she could hear the anxious voice of Death.

With that, you disappeared.

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I hope the wait was worth it! Please let me know in your comments below.

I know some of you will be upset with Morpheus, so please don't hate me. For me, Morpheus is very childish and passive-aggressive and needs to learn how to play nice and function as an actual partner. But it’s happening- slowly.

But now I have a serious question for you, which needs serious contemplation as it could change the very fabric of our existence. Does Morpheus talks dirty in bed? He is an absolute beast between the sheets(obviously), but I am stuck on how vocal he would be. I can see him grunting depraved nothings in your ears and being very primal, but I can also see him being quiet and focusing on you too. What are people thinking?

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moonmaiden1996 · 2 years

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Claiming His Queen- Part 7

Sorry for the wait. Work has been hectic and disastrous. As always, please leave a comment!

"I must go to the waking for a few hours..." Morpheus’s velvety voice cut through the foggy mess of your mind.

You had a headache the past week, a dull ache that burrowed from your eye to the base of your skull. Despite the pain, you looked up and gave a strained smile. A frown tugged at the corner of Morpheus’s mouth as he looked at you through a fringe of ebony locks. In front of him lay the remains of an omelette half eaten. He made sure to at least eat a meal a day with you. It was nice even in the silence that lingered; it was comforting. It didn’t make the circumstances all the more normal, but Morpheus had tried. He had even filled the room with flowers made for you, just you. They were large fig-like petals stained a deep red that faded into white hanging over the vases. He filled every room with the sweet-smelling flowers, calling them "His heart". Mainly because Matthew told him it's what courting couples did. He was training.

A sigh escaped his lips as he stood, drawing you out of your ramblings. “Is there anything you require before I depart, My Dream?" Every time he would ask, and every time you declined but today, before you even really thought about it, the words had left your lips.

"I would like to visit the library." Your words seemed foreign to you; it was strange almost to have to ask permission.

‘’I had thought of taking you there after I concluded with fixing the Dreaming. I would very much like to give you the tour." he pouted, actually pouted.

"Perhaps you can join me after... take me on your tour when you come back.“ You almost hit yourself for how timid you sounded; part of you was excited to have some company; apart from Matthew, the days had been lonely.

Morpheus’s face broke into a rare smile; he swooped over and kissed the crown of your head. "That would be an honour. Till then, my love, I will have Matthew take you there before he joins me."

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Matthew guided you through the hallways and corridors to the grand library, so grand that it put every other library to shame. It went up at least several floors and across, you dared even to guess.

You were so in awe of the masterpiece in front of you that you didn’t see the dark-skinned woman dropping the book to the desk as she harshly pulled on her overcoat in a rush to meet you.

"…My lady..." a strange woman scurried out from behind one of the stacks, straightening her coat as she went. "Forgive me, My Queen... I did not expect you." She bowed deeply, remaining in the position gazing at the floor.

‘’Please stand up; you don't have to bow or call me your queen. My name is..." You whispered frantically, stepping closer to the bent figure.

Slowly rising, the woman cocked her head. "With all due respect, you are my master soulmate that makes you a ruler of this realm, and to call you anything else would be an insult.’’

‘’I’m not the queen. I barely know Morpheus."

The librarian frowned slightly and nodded, her kindly face so expressive in the light of the large window that dominated the room. "Then perhaps My Lady would be more appropriate... I am Lucienne, your humble servant. How may I be of assistance?”

Lucienne smiled as she took you through the lower parts of the library, declining to show you the rest in favor of letting Morpheus guide you through your private library. You didn’t know what to do with one, but it was a nice gesture.

‘’Matthew informed me of your preference for fantasy and crime fiction, so I have taken the liberty of setting some books aside for you to peruse along with some refreshments.'’ Lucienne bowed again as she herded you into a little nook by a bay window, looking out onto the gardens filled with your flowers, the red edges peaking out against the green.

"Thank you...but could you sit with me for a bit? I want to talk.’ you asked lowly.

"Talk with you, my lady? That's most improper." Lucienne hesitated, feet shifting beneath her as she moved before she sat in one of the empty chairs. "Talk, my lady? About what?"

"Everything."

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The librarian fiddled with the cup and saucer as you poured the hot drink. You had expected tea but were surprised when out poured your favourite beverage. You had to fight to serve the woman the refreshments, but finally, she relented, and you poured her a cup and placed several cakes on the plate.

"My lady... I am unsure if I should be doing this," She started, easing herself to the edge of her seat.

"Is he so terrible? Are you frightened to even speak to me? Others in the castle won’t even look at me. I am scared...please." You pleaded.

The woman sighed in defeat as she relaxed against the armchair, abandoning the cup and saucer on the armrest. A still silence hung between you as you stared at each other.

"You know I was the first companion.’ Lucienne started lowly ‘’much like Matthew, though not so talkative’’ you laughed, and she smiled before continuing ", My Lord is not cruel, and I don't fear him, but my place is to serve him and now you. His methods are... archaic, but he means well... his passions fuel him, and you are his soulmate. I cannot give you all the answers, but I can aid you in your own discovery... after all, books are my domain." Lucienne stood smiling, making her way to collect your books before turning. ‘’He does love you very much. Please believe me, never in all my time have I seen him look at someone the way he looks at you."

"How does he?" you tightly rasp out.

"In adoring hope."

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The refreshment had all been eaten and drank as you flitted through the books. You had to give it to Lucienne; with every passage you browsed, you understood the Dreaming a little better, but you still felt fear eating away at your heart. The Dreaming and its maker were ineffable. Throwing the book back in a pile, you leaned against the plush chair and listened. Lucienne could be heard scurrying around, the slither of soft leather books slotting back into place, vibrating across the room. All the books were helpful, but you couldn't help but feel she was hiding something from you; she was still Morpheus’s trusted servant.

Gingerly, you stood, wincing at every soft click of your shoes against the floor. You worked through the maze of bookcases, fingers tracing the rich filigree spines. Your ears keenly searching out for the Liberian’s footsteps you explored. Far in the corner is where you found it, hidden behind a billowing curtain. Several portraits line the little alcove, and underneath them are the names. Destiny. Death. Dream. Destruction. Desire. Despair. Delirium. Death was easy to recognise, her kind eyes shining at you. Morpheus looked different, hair much longer, but those haunting eyes were still the same. His siblings. They were dizzyingly different, so strange looking; the only family resemblance you could find was the sense of importance they seemed to exhume.

Burrowing closer in the little nook, your eyes scanned the books cramped into budging shelves in languages you didn't even recognise. Desire and Sodom. Death and the Great Plague. The Fall of Delight. You scanned till your eyes fell on a slim book of parchment. Morpheus and Calliope. Your eyes quickly scanned the pages, hungry for answers. You didn't even realise you were crying till you tasted the salt on your lips.

What a monster.

The screech of curtained rails being ripped back pulled your eyes from the text, Lucienne’s concerned face blocking the light.

"Oh, my lady..."

"He is married… He let...he did...does he do this all the time? Pray on vulnerable women and destroy them?" You spat, throwing the book across the wall, the pages fluttering through the air as it burst apart.

"No, my lady... that was a long time ago. Much has changed since then... you have changed him." She implored you, pulling at the sleeves of the dress, tugging at them as you barged past, the alcove suddenly too small to breathe in.

"Does that matter...” you gasp for air. "How am I any different from them? What will save me when he gets bored, or I defy him?"

"You wear his mark. You are the first soulmate to an endless... you are his hope...you are one; he can do nothing.” The librarian’s eyes were pleading as you scurried away from her touch, bracing yourself against the wooden shelves, not trusting your shaky legs.

"My dream...” Morpheus grinned as he swept in carrying a neatly crafted golden box, his step faltering as his eyes fell on the pair.

“Lucienne”, his voice eerily low as he took a dark step further; the beautifully gilded box clattered heavily on the floor as he loomed over you both.

‘’Stay away from me! Just leave me alone.” You yelled, turning on your heels and fleeing from the room, hearing the harsh voice of the god bellowing behind you.

"Lucienne! What did you do!’’

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You were out of the palace, storming down the path; before you could ever be registered, you had escaped the suffocation of the palace's walls. It wasn’t till you were standing on the bridge when a wave of nausea passed through you; your mark protested violently as you moved. Its coldness had mysteriously been absent lately, and its sudden re-emergence was soul-wrenching. You only made it to the foot of the bridge before the sense of dread filled you, and your legs gave way. Crouching across the stone wall of the bridge, you let out a choked sob.

It was all too much. It was overwhelming. Everything was alien and strange; things like this didn’t happen in real life.

"Oh, little one, why so sad?" A sweet voice wafted across the way; an obnoxious pink hue invaded your overflowing eyes.

Dainty hands caressed your cheeks as skilful digits dabbed away at your watery eyes with her lace handkerchief. It smelt of bubblegum and candyfloss, sickly sweet. Travelling your eyes up to meet the figure’s gaze, your eyes were assaulted with a mass of pink ruffles and blonde hair. It was an actual princess, not like the ones in old Disney movies but the ones from the books, with clear skin and a teeth-baring smile.

‘’Oh, my little darling... tell me what ails you; no one should ever be unhappy here; this is the Dreaming where all your fondest wishes come true.’’ She sang, smiling down at you.

‘‘This is more like a nightmare.’’

Blinking slowly at you, she cocked her head, frowning at you for a moment before sinking next to you. ‘’Can I let you into a secret?’ she inched closer, her breath sending the scent of blueberries as she whispered into your ear. “I think… there is no such thing as dreams and nightmares.’ She scowled deeply, her forehead crinkling in displeasure at her thought, ‘They are the same; they are there to reveal a truth…that’s what makes them so fun or…frightening.’’

Staring down at the mark cascading across your palm and your arm. This nightmare was true; you were made the soulmate to a powerful ineffable being that day in the basement. The full reality of it all came crashing down around you; this man, being or thing, that was no more than a petulant, sweet, bewildering manchild, was entwined with you for all eternity.

A sense of dread filled you as you gazed up at the red flashes of lightning cutting through the sky.

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Behind you, you could feel him closing in on you. You had slipped off the bridge and trudged through the wildness. The sky was now that familiar furious swirl of black and red. Morpheus was angry, clear to see from the sky, you knew you should turn back, but you were beyond the point of no return.

Pausing at the water’s edge, you panted hard, eyes scanning the gently lapping water. The water was foul and inky, made up of what seemed to be nothingness. You peered further and stared at it for the longest time. The water churned as it pulled you in. It was barren and lonely, like just being out of warmth’s reach. It was cold, that same cold you had grown so accustomed to, the way it had always been. Then there was the warmth of those steely grey eyes.

Morpheus appeared beside you in the reflection, eyes darkly burning into you. “My love...get away from the water…’’ he commanded in an icy tone.

"Morpheus?’’

The water swirled and shifted around you, its watery tendrils intertwining you both. The stickiness seeped into your skin, pulling you closer to the water’s edge as images morphed on the water’s surface, shimmering across the inky waves. It was you, but not you; your hair, eyes, and skin were the same, but it wasn’t. The thing moved along the surface as you inched closer to the edge, the distorted sound of your voice vibrating across the water. "How could I love you? You’re a monster! I would rather be alone for eternity than with such a cruel Lord. I hate you!’’ it screamed as it thrashed at the reflection of Morpheus.

"Enough", Morpheus growled, clapping his hand. The inky mass quivered as it retreated back into the water.

“What was that?” you gasped as his tight hold pulled you up against him.

“They are the dreams and nightmares...they have forgotten me, but they will remember and know their place and never cast their magic on me again’’ He growled at the water as it cowered in the safety of the riverbed.

“I am so sorry. I just...”

“Shhh, I forget...how fragile you are…’’ he cooed against the crown of your head. ‘I should have explained…what was before was fickle what we will be like nothing the universe has ever seen.’ He whispered against you, pulling you closer.

Your eyes fluttered up at him, his eyes darkened by the thick row of lashes that framed them. ‘But don’t worry, I am going to make this all better’ he purred, sprinkling his sand over you.

So the reader is a hot mess at the minute as she is a tad overwhelmed but don’t worry, soon all will be well…..maybe. I originally planned for them to be down and dirty; by god damn it, Morpheus is trying to be better, and he wants to give her time to remember!

I’m thinking some feral Morpheus is coming our way soon

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NSFW- Alphabet Queening/Shy Reader combo-

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I hope you enjoy it; please leave a comment as always.

I wanted to go a little different with Q and Queening I think it fits with Morpheus’s aesthetic.

18+ smut warning

"Are you sure this is okay?" your teeth tugged at your lower lip as you gazed at your lover. He looked so inviting as he lounged against the pillows of their bed in all his naked glory, so relaxed and at ease. So sinful. His eyes were no longer the harsh, severe orbs but housed the soft shimmer of silver light that beguiled you.

"Come here, sweet one", he growled, fingers beckoning to you seductively.

You teeter on the edge of the bed—fear gnawing in your stomach. Sex had never been something you had much experience in, and voicing your deepest desire made you a quivering mess. "Am I sure?" he raised one of those perfectly shaped eyebrows. You blushed as you saw his thick cock pulse between his legs.

" I want you to ride my face with those luscious thighs", he cooed, his cock twitching as he nestled back down against the pillows. Practically purring as he awaited you.

"... I never have... " you stutter as you knelt across the bed, dark eyes following your every movement; he oozed sex and need.

You waver on your knees at his side, a blush moving across your body as he licked his lips, watching you. Morpheus gave out of frustrated growl, picking you up and pulling you over his face. You let out a squeal as his nose nudged apart your folds. Bracing yourself against the headboard, you quivered in anticipation as he grabbed your hips, hovering them over his face.

"Oh fuck", you gasp as his tongue circled your clit. You fell against the hardwood gripping it tightly; it was all you could do to ground yourself against his skillful tongue. Morpheus always had a way of pulling you apart, shedding your insecurity with the passions he fueled within you. Greedily his tongue cradled against your tender flesh, starting that familiar tension to coil in your stomach.

You needed more than those light touches of his tongue; the delicate strokes were not enough. You whimpered as you rocked gently over his mouth, feeling his smirk beneath you as his hand gently tried to pull you to sit on top of his mouth, but you resisted.

‘'Harder, please.'’

You panted hard against his tongue as it lightly flicked around your clit, hands clawing on the sturdy wooden as you descended into torturous bliss. You wanted to cry, to beg, but his mouth began to suck your tender flesh, sending a soft scream from your throat. Your thighs trembled half in pleasure, half attempting to stop yourself from smothering Morpheus between your plush thighs.

"Ride my face…." Morpheus’s voice was thick with desire "use me, my dear…cum on my face…let me taste you." Morpheus gritted out roughly, tongue whirling into your core, pressure increasing.

Sobbing, you collapsed on top of his face, the dream king’s tongue vibrating forcefully against your clit now, lapping at your wetness, thick tongue plunged in and out of you as he sucked at the nerve bud. Hands hanging lowly on your hips, guiding you as you rocked against his face, feeling the stubble of his cheeks dragging across your sensitive skin.

Never had this felt so wonderful, so sinful. You moved your free hand to cup your breast as you rocked harder, the other fisting his ebony locks, pulling him closer to your core.

‘Morpheus!’’ you cried as he increased his pace, brutally pulling you apart with the firm stroke of his tongue.

‘’Cum on the face of your king.’’ He rumbled against your flesh.

Those words were all it took for the coil to release within you, your thighs clamping round his face as you rode him hard as the coil snapped within you, sending shuddering trembles through your body. Morpheus’s tongue never stopped until he took every drop of your essence and your knees gave out.

Tenderly, the god pulled you to his side, mouth and chin glistening with your release. His eyes darkened as he gazed at your reddened skin. ‘’So, my dear, how else can I grant your heart’s deepest desires?’’

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D is for -I know your dirty little secret!

Dirty Secret- I refuse to apologies for this! I DARE you to tell me you wouldn’t :P

Very smutty 18+

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Morpheus had many secrets. Too many to count. But his deepest darkest secret was wanting to take you in front of an audience. To display you in front of his realm, his friends and enemies and let them watch as he pulls you apart with his mouth, fingers, and cock. Safe in the knowledge that no one else could do that to you.

The day his dear sibling made you was his biggest mistake. The devotion you created fueled him.

He had seen eyes gawping at you, following you with Desire. He knew several dreamt of you sharing their bed. Dreams that he dissolved and set waking nightmares in their place. He might have sentenced them to endless sleep or eternal wake, but he could not blame them. You were beautiful.

Often he would find himself plotting exactly how he would display you. He would present you naked on an altar in the middle of a grand stone stadium nestled prettily on red silk—thousand of seats bearing down at you both.

First, he would let them watch you on top, grinding down on him like the little wanton you were, begging as you rubbed your core against the smooth skin of his thigh. You were a needy little thing. He might even let them watch as your body judders and tits bounce as you cum in a sticky mess over his thigh.

He would make them watch you lick that mess up as your tongue traces his hardness. Only he would ever know the feeling of that sinful tongue.

Then he would let them see how one worships a queen with his fingers alone. They don't get to watch you take his mouth that something just for the two of you.

The only thing he cannot decide is how to claim you. Whether he slams into you as you cradle him between your legs, a place reserved only for him to let them see how much you are made only for him. Or whether he wants your face buried in a pillow, arse up in their glistening pussy on display for the Dreaming to watch as he thrusts in and out. The honour of hearing your delicious screams rip from your throat, muffled by the pillow. Hips thrusting back as you neared your peak.

Your screams get increasingly frantic, hands twisting into the sheets as you try to anchor yourself down. The crowd would be on the edge of their seat as you near your climax, body shaking with tension curling up inside you.

With a single wave of his hand, he would cast every person in the dreaming away as he leaves you tittering on edge, save for one person.

Desire. Or the fool that had delivered such an exquisite creation to him. They had made you too perfect in their attempt to destroy him, and their plan was ruined.

Morpheus would let them have the seat on honour directly in front of the bed. Watching. Envying Morpheus as he teases you, dragging you along the edge of your orgasm but never sending you over. You made the gorgeous needy moans as you teetered on the edge of release, and Morpheus wanted Desire to see what he could not have.

Desire might have made your paths cross, but they would always regret it. Especially as they watched the perfect woman, the one they gave away, shudder around Morpheus as you sank into oblivion and milked him through your orgasm. Morpheus might even make them watch as he unrelenting pumps into you again as your weakly pledge your love as he spills into you again and again till your core wept with his thick essence.

Before casting Desire from the dreaming, leaving Morpheus to tend to his woman.

But Morpheus was a possessive man; for now, it was just a dark desire that festered just beneath the surface.

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Claiming His Queen- Part 9

Please Please Please let me know what you think. I really value your feedback it helps motivate me.

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You woke to the most divine feeling of fingers threading through your hair, massaging your scalp with light scratches. A throaty moan pulled from you as bleary eyes focused on the raven-haired man staring down at you in adoration. You smiled lazily as nails racked over your delicate scalp. A smile Morpheus returned. Eyes bright and warm as they took you in.

"Good morning, my Queen".

With that simply greeting, the smile bled off your face and vivid memories of last night sprung to the forefront of your mind. Each image raunchier than the next. You could still feel his cum inside, the mess that had oozed out against your thighs. Gods, the ache of your pussy, was delicious, begging to be filled again.

“Oh god", a mortified blush covered your face. You buried yourself under the mountain of pillows and blankets. As much as you desired to lie, you had wanted it. The feeling was almost indescribable when he thrusted into you, stretching you full, but in the harsh light of day, the reality had set in. Now he would never let you go. You could see it in the way he gazed at you.

"Now, now you weren't so shy last night." The deep voice cooed behind your barricade of pillows and covers. Beside you, the bed sank deeper as the man slinked closer. It was a feeble attempt to wiggle away from the mass of body heat that invaded your space. A deep chuckle filled the air.

"There is no point in being coy, my love, and as much as I would love to stay in bed and ... explore this new side of our relationship, time is of the essence; it has begun. We must be ready’’ A shiver ran through your body as the cover melted away, leaving you naked under the intense mercury gaze of the Dreamland King.

‘‘Come, we must away.’’

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You shivered as you walked through the Dreaming. All the way you walked, you felt something. Something inside you, small, but nevertheless, it was there. It was there inside you, bubbling away. You weren’t cold, not exactly it was more of a tingling sensation that ran across your spine like thousands of tiny sparks across your flesh. Another shiver rushed through you as you watched Morpheus part in the same inky waters from before. However, instead of the swirling inky mass threatening to consume you, the limp and cowering tendrils of water bent to the will of its master. Crawling back, revealing the staircase descending into darkness.

"Come, my love. Put this on; it will protect you where we must venture.’ Morpheus mumbled into your ear as his arms encircled you, laying the gleaming red jewel around your neck. The stone resting just above your heart.

He looked at you with such adoration and need it hurt. You felt bare beneath his gaze, not that the rich dress he wrapped you in offered much coverage, not that it mattered. He had seen every inch of you. Inside and out. Morpheus’s eyes clung to your figure as he led you into the darkness.

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There was darkness for the longest time till a barren heath stood in front of you, light burning your eyes. Bright and grey. You frowned as Morpheus placed three bundles onto a dirt strip in front of him.

Another shiver ran through you as he stood back, pressing his warm hand to the small of your back. The mark seemed to pull against your skin as his lips ghosted over your pulse point.

‘I cannot wait to take you again; you were so responsive under my touch. I will take you against our throne in nothing but your glory.’ Morpheus’s low voice rumbled as his lips ghosted across your throat, nipping gently as they moved.

A shiver of desire and disgust ran through you, gnawing away at your insides, pulling a predator-like smile against his lips as he suckled at a tender spot at the base of your neck.

“Hail King of Dreams and... future Queen. We are so honoured to be the first to meet her." Three voices echoed across the wind, pulling Morpheus from his ministrations.

Three women stood across from you, wild and withered, strange in their attire, smirking in disdain.

You whimper at the loss of Morpheus at your side, watching as he stood straighter, head pulled back as he glared down at them.

"Such a pretty queen.’’ one croaked.

“She will make a good queen and a devoted mother. Don’t you think, sisters? I’m sure the other Endless will be delighted.” Another added, peering deeply at you with icy eyes.

“Maiden, Mother, Crone. I have come with three offerings, I wish..."

"Spare us. We know why you are here, King." One snapped, snatching at the gifts he brought.

The next continued, “We have been waiting to meet her for so long..." purring with glee as she riffled through the present, examining the strange object in the cold light of the heath.

"So long", the others purred.

"Then you know what I have come for." Morpheus’s voice echoed across the wasteland, glaring at the women down his delicate nose.

"Hush, king", one snapped. As they began to move, swaying dementedly, edging closer and closer. You dare not take your eyes off them as they move ever closer. Morpheus’s glare hardened, but he did not attempt to ward them off.

Stumbling back, they had you. Surrounding you, encircling you as their eyes glared across the expanse of your body.

“My my, what has the king done." One crooned, you didn’t know which; they all seemed to be as one, merging and separating as they pleased.

A wiry hand shot out, caressing your chest, rolling down to your stomach. Sharply, you tried to slap it away, but another replaced it. As soon as you slapped one away, another took its place, fondling every inch of you, fingertips mapping the expanse of you. Helplessly you looked to Morpheus; he stood tensely, eyes scrutinising their every movement but never halting them.

‘’Such a selfish king... can you feel it sisters... that spark he set alight inside her." Your eyes fell on Morpheus, his lips set into a thin line as his gaze burnt into the three.

That’s what you felt, that something inside. Despite it feeling so small, so insignificant, now you knew. You knew it would burn and consume you just like Morpheus did; it would pull you in and make you submit. You were helpless. And deep down, you wanted it.

"Tsk tsk, Dream King, such a selfish thing to do." A voice called.

"So selfish, sister. To not tell her of the ceremony." Another voice replied.

A dull ecstasy-filled memory resurfaced. The ritual. How could you forget? He mumbled it so delicately against your skin as he rocked into you, as he came hard inside you, rutting away till he covered every inch of your core in his cum. Oh god. What had you done?

"The ritual?" you gasped; a look of glee spread through the three as they ensnared your arm, staring down in adoration, cooing at the sigil burned into your flesh.

"Oh yes. The ritual. The ceremony to bind you fast forever." One added.

‘’The first part is complete. Now the very fun part begins.’’ The other finished, tenderly caressing the skin around the mark.

"But I don't want to please… you must know how to stop it." You cried while attempting to snatch your arm away, staring pleadingly at the three. Your soulmate standing in silent rage as his eyes devoured you in disappointment.

"No point pleading, girl. The bonding ceremony began as soon as he plunged into your core.’ She cackled. ‘’You cannot stop once the spark has been struck; you must attend to it, tend it, build it, or it will become a raging inferno, and you will lose yourself to it." The other mocked.

‘‘Don’t cry, queen.’’ Another taunted. ‘‘You seemed to like it.’’

‘‘How!’’ You snapped.

‘Ohh, we felt it. Your coupling was felt across this plane and the next. Scream, did you?’ The last one ridiculed as her finger began to prod against your mark. ‘‘Oh, I feel the bond, so powerful.’’

"Enough. Leave her be. Tell me what I came for so we can leave...’’ Morpheus’s quiet command halted them and slowly, so slowly, they drifted away like clouds of rags. Not before dispatching one last piece of mockery each.

‘’Oh, you will scream and beg.’’

‘’Writhe and pine.’’

‘’Submit and command.’’

‘’But a queen you will be.’’ They all echoed the last part in a barely audible whisper before silently; you watched them, crowd, round him, like servants to their King, whispering into his ears. His eyes turned darker with every utterance till they shone completely black.

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Solemnly you walked back. Rage and shame bubbling under your skin. You were trembling now as you trailed behind Morpheus. Tension vibrated violently off his body as he marched through the dirt, kicking up swirls of dust that clung to the bottom of your dress. He was so angry; you knew that; you just didn’t know what he would do.

You walked till he stopped at the edge of the inky water, turning fast, gripping your throat tight, tilting you back to stare into his onyx eyes, no trace of silver left.

‘’I saved you from the emptiness; I tended to you; I brought you to the peaks of pleasure unparallel to anything anyone has ever experienced. Yet you deny me. I love you. Adore you. Worship you. All I want is you, yet you spurn me. You will not escape me; I will not allow it." He gritted out darkly as his sand churned and twirled around you both. ‘’We will begin…and I will show no mercy.’’ His voice called out as the sand consumed your bodies.

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Firstly, I want to apologise. There seems to be an issue with who can read my work. I have emailed Tumblr, so hopefully, it will be sorted out soon. Also, life is crazy. We are massively understaffed, and I am currently applying for a new job, so I will update you when I can.

This story probably has 2/3 more chapters left. And trust me, the next chapter is going to be gooooddddddd! Dark Morpheus will be back in full force after the reader little slip up with the fates. I am not sure how Dark Morpheus might get, so be warned. But we all know he wants to be loved.

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Claiming his Queen- Part 8 Full

So I just realised I only posted half my chapter- Which was super intentional- *facepalms* So last chapter was just to tease you for this

How it happened I have no idea! I’m gonna blame it on Desire they messed with it somehow- think they are jealous they don’t get a mate ....yet

So please enjoy and like and comment

DARK THEMES/SEXUAL ASSULT/ MORPHEUS BEING MESSED UP.

You had begun to hate waking up like this, in another strange bed in another bizarre surrounding. It had become such a regular occurrence that it seized to phase you. Your body was swaddled in the softest blanket, a gentle sea breeze caressing your face as it rolled off the lulling ocean. Brow crinkled as you blinked away the thick crust that coated your eyes as pristine crystal waves crashed against the shoreline, the gentle patter of rain in the distance sending ripples across the water. On the horizon, a billowing storm swirled, sending shocks of light across the sky.

Pulling yourself up, the cool air nipped at bare skin, blanket pooling around your waist as you sat up, leaving your naked torso exposed to the elements.

‘You’re awake.’ the deep voice filtered over the soft sounds of the weather.

A terrified shriek vibrated across the little oasis as the physical form of Morpheus manifested himself in a cloud of black sand, his silver eyes trained darkly on you as you scrabbled to cover your bare chest. You didn’t fail to notice the hungry look that sank deeply onto every edge of his face.

‘Where am I?” You snapped, huddling under the pile of blankets.

‘You are in the inner sanctum of the Dreaming, my heart.” The deep voice whispered as he inched closer, his eyes never wavering from you.

Anger prickled underneath your skin as you forced your eyes away from him. ‘Why am I here?’

‘I overwhelmed you. I blame myself for this, this can….’ His eyes lingered on the mark that mocked you from your arm. ‘be…. intense for baser creatures. I see that now. Here we are away from everything, where we can be alone to become one.’ Morpheus cooed.

Scoffing up at him, you felt a growl, only rival to his, fill your chest. ‘Baser creatures… you are deluded.”

The god stood tall, smouldering eyes burning down at you. “Deluded? Is it deluded to dress you in finery, give you every comfort and luxury? Love you, unlike anyone can be loved.”

“Love me? You insulted and kidnapped me,” You scoffed.

Silver eyes invaded your vision as his face hunched over you. “Kidnap? Is that what you think? I liberated you from that sallow pit of emptiness. You were alone. Suffering in silence just like me.’’

“Was Calliope the same’’? You gritted out, forcing yourself to stay still. You saw the fire erupt in his eyes and knew you had gone too far, but you couldn’t help; you needed to hurt him just like he hurt you. ‘I am sure she was lonely just like me; that’s why you married her, and then when she hurt you, you destroyed her.’

“Listen, my love, and listen well. Those dalliances were mere bleeps, cries for affection in my dark eternity, and nothing I felt for her or any of them comes near to what I feel for you. None of them wore my mark; none of them made my heart beat fast. You are mine. As I am yours.’’ Morpheus steely spoke as he stood straight, flicking his fingers and sending a command into the air.‘’Now we are together, that emptiness is gone, and I refuse to return to it. I will make you see that. Make you see that we belong together.’’

Wide eyes took in the god as he glowered down. A sharp gasp escaped your lips as the sheets disintegrated into nothingness, leaving you bare under his gaze.

You squeaked as you attempted to cover yourself, your eyes glaring up at the untamed god; his hair was wild, features feral as they devoured your form. ‘You truly are my goddess.’ He hummed as his clothes disappeared, leaving his taunt, wiry nakedness exposed in the light of the moon, his thickness firmly pressed against his stomach, taunting you.

Screwing your eyes shut, you turned your head.‘‘Morpheus!’

‘It is okay to look, my love; I am yours’’ His voice sounded closer now, warm breath hitting your face.

‘Morpheus, please no….’ you screwed your eyes tighter shut, his cock pressed warmly against the side of your hip.

‘Shhhhhhh’, he cooed. Lips ghosted over your neck. ‘Shhhhhhh, my dream, I won’t do anything you don’t want to do.’ His lips dipped down and suckled across the base of your neck and throat.

‘I am sorry, my dream. For it all, but I will take care of you.’ He mumbled into your skin, pulling a soft whimper from you.’

‘Please, we can’t, you…we….’

‘I know you’re confused and scared, but this mark means you are mine and belong here with me in our marriage bed.’ He spoke with utter certainty, his hand beginning to trail down your arm.

Feebly you tried to wiggle from his grip, but his grip remained firm. ‘Don’t worry, my dream that is to come; now I will just show you how good I can be to you.’ His lips latched onto your shoulder as his slender digits trailed down your arm, getting closer and closer to that tender mark.

‘‘Please don’t,’’ you whimpered as his fingers found the raised skin of the brand.

Fire coursed through your veins as the soft fingers prodded down the mark. A burn bubbled beneath your skin, setting your whole body on fire.

‘You feel that, that inferno that brewed within you. That is your soul yearning for our bond, for the ritual that will connect us.’ Morpheus rumbled, a deep growl vibrating against your skin. You stared into his silver eyes and shook your head violently.

A frown tore at the corners of his face as he stared down at you. For the briefest moment, there was a small reprieve. His touch disappeared from your mark, and the ferocious want inside you disappeared, but only slightly. There was still that shameful eagerness that strummed at your core. A sigh of relief escaped your mouth and turned into a wanton wail as two fingers plunged into your pussy, curling up to hit that spot.

‘Don’t deny it; you are so desperate for me. Your soul and body are begging for me, and I won’t refuse its cries.’ Morpheus hissed as he pressed his body against you fully. A smirk stretched out across his lips as you gasped loudly as his cock skimmed across the side of your hip, nestled against your sensitive skin.

His fingers remained still in your core as shark-like eyes gazed into yours as his fingers rolled over that spot repeatedly. A string of lazy moans fell from your lips, and he pushed you closer to the edge with every massage of his fingertip, sinful lips working at your neck.

‘Morpheus!’ you wailed as your legs shook.

You hated to feel this vulnerable, but the pleasure was so much, more than you had ever managed to gain with your fingers or toys; you wanted to bath in the release of this warmth, but every time, you seemed ready to surrender to it he pulled it from your grasp.

‘Not yet, my mate.’ He rumbled into your ear, ‘you need to beg for me to take you as mine; I want to hear your plea for my cock to start our soul bond. We aren’t leaving here till I have you.’’

The last bit of your sanity kept you grounded as your whimpered no. You could refuse this; you had strength; he would soon grow bored with this game and retreat; if he didn’t, his ministration would numb you and seize to give you pleasure. No human could keep up this feeling of bliss for that long. Either way, you would not submit.

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You were wrong; he neither grew bored nor complacent with his movements. Even adding a languidly rolling thumb over your clit as he plucked your sweet spot. The pleasure you felt only gained momentum, never wavering, just building an insane intensity. You had lost count of how often he brought you close to the edge and ripped you away again.

‘Morpheus, please, I can’t.’’ You jerked against his hold, but it was unrelenting.

‘Not until you give me that plea, my mate.’

Tears of need rose in your eyes as the climax was snatched away from you. His face was deep in concentration as his fingers now pistoned in and out of you. He could sense your resolve breaking, and like a floodgate, you burst.

‘Please, Morpheus!’ you pleaded to the god above you.

A feral cry of victory drifted across the heart of the dreaming as Morpheus pulled your thighs apart and nestled himself against your core, coating himself with the mess you created.

His mouth was on yours instantly, slow and needy; the love and tenderness expressed almost made you sob. A shudder ran through your body as he nipped at your lips. Soft fingers tangled in your hair, giving him more access to your mouth. His other hand trailed down the side of your body, settling possessively on your mark, and he shifted his hips, his thick cock against your burning core with a hiss.

‘I am going to claim you.’ Morpheus purred before returning to suckle at your neck, pulling another mew from you. ‘Come so deep it you that everyone will know you are mine.’ Nip. ‘I’m not going to stop till you full of my cum….’’His voice had a low rasp as he rocked his hips against you, his cock nudging clumsily at your opening, making you jolt against him.

‘Morpheus…’ you whimpered against him, pushing against his chest.

"Shhhh, my mate’’ Morpheus pulled back to look at her. His eyes were pure windows of swirling silver. ‘’Relax as much as you can for me.’’ The head of his cock dragged sinfully down your core before lining up against your opening.

Swiftly his hips slammed into you, sending white-hot fire through your body. The feeling was too much; it overwhelmed every one of his senses as he stared down at you as he sank fully into you. The tightness of your walls fluttered around him as they struggled to adjust to his thickness.

An electric jolt travelled through you as you struggled to accommodate his hardness stretching you. The pain was searing, but there was something else, something tightening within you, branding you. Your eyes slammed shut; as he settled between your legs, body fully covering yours. Every nerve ending was alive, sending your body jolts of pleasure and pain.

"...fuck." he hissed as you ground your hips against his. The friction against your swollen clit pulled a small pleasured squeak through the pain, relishing the feel of his hot cock against your walls.

It was too much. He was too much. You wanted to run away but pull him closer at the same time. The stretch hurt almost as much as the pain vibrating through your arm to your heart.

‘Morpheus, it hurts’, you whimpered as he shifted to look at you with his mercury eyes.

‘It’s okay, let me take care of you.’’ He gritted out through clenched teeth as he pulled back an inch before pushing back into you, the god grunting as your tight pussy clenched around him.

The feeling was nothing like you had ever encountered; it was slow and steady, dragging you to the most peculiar feelings of pleasure you had ever experienced. You felt a coil tightening in the pit of your stomach as Morpheus slowly moved in and out of your core.

Morpheus bit a moan as your tight walls pulled him back in at every movement. The feeling was intense—more than he had ever felt before. Your walls quivered and shuddered beneath him as he set a slow, unforgiving pace. With each thrust, his balls trembled at the feeling and spurred him on toward his orgasm, but despite the need for release, the urge to care for you was too much. He pushed forward, ignoring his base instinct to start the claiming ceremony now. But he clenched his teeth, sliding in and out of your tightness with a renewed vow.

‘Look at us’’,, he gritted out, forcing you to follow his eyes that fell on his cock plunging in and out of you, streaked with your wetness ‘’you're going to make the perfect queen and mother; I cannot wait till your round with my children. You are going to let me, aren’t you? Be my good little queen.’’ He roared as his hips snapped harder against you, knocking your response out of your throat.

You couldn’t do anything. The feelings that swirled within you were too much. You felt it building; it was slow, too slow; but was coming; you could feel it as he piston his hips against you, his thin body grinding against the most delicate spots. You knew what would happen, yet you couldn’t prepare yourself for how violently it took hold.

The orgasm slammed into you as your screams filtered through the heart of the dreaming. Morpheus grunted as you clamped tightly around him, holding him firmly. A primitive roar pulled itself from his lips as his balls tightened and flooded your pulsing pussy, making your neediness wantonly milk him for every drop.

You were helpless against him; he was everywhere—the hand holding your mark possessively as the energy pulsed through you as he gazed down at you.

A scream ripped through your throat as your walls spasmed against Morpheus’s cock. As the connection tightened around them. His cock swelled inside you, spurt after spurt, coating your pussy as your mark sizzled against you.

A weak cry crawled up your throat and pushed past your lips as another wave rolled through you. Aftershocks rolled through your body, each one more intense than the last. Your whole body was utterly boneless, unwilling to move as Morpheus rolled you to your side, cock buried deep within you. His fingers ghosted over the mess of your joining. A deep purr of contentment rumbled from him as he pulled you to him.

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M is for Mindfuck

So this is a unofficial part two to Dirty Little Secret. Honestly I have no idea what is happening to me or what the hell I have just written but enjoy!

Utter sin

As always requests are open and please leave comments

Despair had tried to warn them not to aid the fairies and nymphs in her creation, but Desire had not listened to her warning. They had been too ambitious in her creation; she was too beguiling, too coy, too perfect. Desire should have known better when they place her in Morpheus's path. Dream’s lust and need have always been repressed, fuming below his surface, many had tried to ignite it and often annihilated themself in the process, yet there you prevailed, not burning in the flame but rising like a phoenix.

"Give her back..."Desire growled, standing in front of the throne.

Morpheus glared down at his sibling, the audacity to charge into his kingdom and demand you back like you ever belonged to them.

You frowned at them. Desire had been your friend once upon a time, and you would reveal in spending time with her, but now you felt only betrayal and sadness. Your eyes shifted from Desired chiselled golden face to gaze at Morpheus's dark features. Features that oozed terror. You pity Desire now; Morpheus was close to ripping his sibling apart as they swaggered into the Dreaming. You didn’t want to see them slaughtered as much as they deserved it. Instead, you inched closer to him, carefully not to make a sound as you curled yourself closer to your love, calming him.

Cold grey eyes remained trained on the Desire, but his finger sweetly ghosted across your arm's exposed flesh. Despite Morpheus's severity and harshness, you were completely in love with him. Beneath it all, he had a needy softness that you wanted to bask in. You enjoyed pulling those boyish smiles from him, the way he would pull you into him when no one was looking. You reached out and pulled you stray strand of his hair from his forehead, you know you shouldn't, but you couldn't resist his hair.

A little pearl of happiness glowed within you as he didn't glare at you or cast your hand aside. Instead, he continued to stare at his sibling, whose eyes were aflame with white rage.

"She is not yours to take." his voice, low and commanding, sent shivers through you.

"I created her. I crafted her, moulded her into perfection," Desire spat, inching closer to the throne and you. Morpheus pushed his sibling back with intense force, earning a scowl from Desires.

"You forget yourself, Desire. You gifted her to me, and I intend to keep her." Morpheus's reply deeply dragged you onto his lap with a squawk of surprise escaping your lips, a pink blush over your cheeks as his cold hands brushed across our thinly covered breasts to pick. The small shard of ruby shone pink above your heart. Morpheus smirked as you sank into his touch. "This pendant is proof of that", Morpheus purred, pressing a kiss into your neck. "She shares in the dreaming now proof that she is truly mine."

"Then you are a fool, and my plan has worked. I will destroy you and your pathetic realm.’ Desire snarled, stamping his feet against the stone floor.

“Desire, are you so weak to fall to such childish tactics?" Morpheus mocked, hands travelling down your body, settling tightly against your hips, rocking you against him.

Pulling soft whimper caught in your throat as he pressed his hardness against you."She is mine. You come to my realm and dare to claim my lover? You forget your place, something I will have great pleasure reminding you of.’’

You whimper at the loss of heat as his body evaporates into a cloud of smoke. Morpheus appeared behind his sibling, grabbing the golden hair and forcing the god onto his knees in front of the throne. You practically vibrated at the sight of your Lord subduing his foe bring them to their knees in front of you. "She is mine, and you need reminding of that."

His voice was liquid arousal that flowed over you and directed into your core, gushing with need. "Morpheus..."

"Don't worry, sweetling. I will take care of you, but first, we must show Desire who your Lord and master is." Morpheus's grip tightened in Desire's hair, who was powerless only to arch their back and stare helplessly at their brother's throne.

"Sit back, darling, let Desire see you...that it spread your legs... just enough he doesn't get to see you," Morpheus growled as he watched you.

You did as he asked, splaying against his throne, dress racked up around your thighs, your core thinly shielded by your slip. You didn't wear underwear, there wasn't much point, and Morpheus seemed to like it that way.

"Now, dear Desire, you will learn to whom she belongs. Spread your legs a little wider, my dear. Give him a good show." you did as you were told, staring at your lover with dark eyes.

"I am her lover and master, the winds that caress against her perfect skin" You gasp as you fill your lover's touch and move across your skin underneath your dress.

Desire watched with insolent eyes as they hung mid-air, head thrust back to gaze at your panting form.

Morpheus was predatory as he spoke, 'I am the lips that trailed down her body, sucking at her nipple, tongue rolling across her sensitive peak.' You felt lips divided across your body, pulling a series of whimpers from your mouth. They were his lip, the lips you burnt for, but it wasn't enough, and you needed more.

"Please, Morpheus... I need you..."

Morpheus smirked as you wrathed upon the throne; "see how needy she is, from my mouth…how desperately she needs me."

Your dress was soaked around your thighs; it was hard to concentrate on anything, but Morpheus's voice was intoxicating. "Not yet, sweetest." Morpheus boomed as Desire gave out a pained moan as he dangled helplessly.

'Enough, brother, I submit!’ Desire roared, fighting against their brother's hold.

"That is not enough, Desire… you need to get rid of this childish streak you have developed. Watch and learn….I am the fingers that circle her clit, strumming your core." your back arched against his throne, digging your nails into the ebony wood. A cry is escaping your parted lips in a silent scream.

"Morpheus!"

"See my name, she prays, not yours…." Morpheus's growled out predatory as he watched your body saggy into the chair, thrusting against the nothing. Your movements were frantic, heels pushing into arms rests, toes curling, eyes wide and cheeks flushed, wild and unabandoned.

His final command was low and hot, ghosting across your skin. "I am the cock that plunges into her heat against that spot only I will ever know."At his command, you feel it. The surge within you that stretches your walls. Your walls burnt as they tried to clench around nothing; it was not enough. You moan wantingly, thrusting against the air, fingers twisting in the wood as you sob

A feral growl ripped from Desires. He thrashed weakly against Morpheus's grip.

"Please, my King, I need you in me.'

Morpheus's eye softened as he watched you needily grind up in the air. ‘See how she needs me…I cannot keep her waiting...’

Desire gave out a sickening scream as they were jerked up ther their feet and thrown through the air, disappearing in a flurry of blue flames, leaving you two finally alone. The feeling of his cock still ploughing against your sweet spot

"Now, my queen, you will be stunning cumming against my throne. Shall we continue’’ Morpheus hummed as your eyes widened, and his clothes disappeared into nothing. A cry of joy escaped your quivering form as his thick hard cock pulsed proudly in front of you as he pounced.

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Claiming his Queen Part 8-teaser

Sorry to be AWOL for so long! Last two weeks have been hard! But I have been watching House of Dragons Omg Daemon! I need to write.

Also I am at 1500+ followers thank you!

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Warnings- 18 + dubious consent

@layla2-49 for you

Pulling yourself up, the cool air nipped at bare skin, blanket pooling around your waist as you sat up, leaving your naked torso exposed to the elements.

‘You’re awake.’ the deep voice filtered over the soft sounds of the weather.

‘Where am I?” You snapped, huddling under the pile of blankets.

‘You are in the inner sanctum of the Dreaming, my heart.” The deep voice whispered as he inched closer, his eyes never wavering from you.

Anger prickled underneath your skin as you forced your eyes away from him. ‘Why am I here?’

Scoffing up at him, you felt a growl, only rival to his, fill your chest. ‘Baser creatures… you are deluded.”

The god stood tall, smouldering eyes burning down at you. “Deluded? Is it deluded to dress you in finery, give you every comfort and luxury? Love you, unlike anyone can be loved.”

“Love me? You insulted and kidnapped me,” You scoffed.

Wide eyes took in the god as he glowered down. A sharp gasp escaped your lips as the sheets disintegrated into nothingness, leaving you bare under his gaze.

Screwing your eyes shut, you turned your head.‘‘Morpheus!’

‘It is okay to look, my love; I am yours’’ His voice sounded closer now, warm breath hitting your face.

‘Morpheus, please no….’ you screwed your eyes tighter shut, his cock pressed warmly against the side of your hip.

‘I am sorry, my dream. For it all, but I will take care of you.’ He mumbled into your skin, pulling a soft whimper from you.’

‘Please, we can’t, you…we….’

‘I know you’re confused and scared, but this mark means you are mine and belong here with me in our marriage bed.’ He spoke with utter certainty, his hand beginning to trail down your arm.

‘‘Please don’t,’’ you whimpered as his fingers found the raised skin of the brand.

Fire coursed through your veins as the soft fingers prodded down the mark. A burn bubbled beneath your skin, setting your whole body on fire.

‘Morpheus!’ you wailed as your legs shook.

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False Worship- T for Toys

T in my NSFW Alphabet series

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You waited, and you waited, and you waited, but still, Morpheus didn't come just like he said he would; you wanted to be angry, but now could you? He was the king of dreams. He was busy, but you wished he had come tonight. You had soaked and scrubbed till your skin glowed. Hair arranged perfectly along with that delicate underwear you had been saving. You felt ready—Ready for your lover to take you for real. Your relationship had only ever been purely metaphysical. He would come to you in your sleep. Sometimes you would talk, other times you would make love, he would pull such beautiful noise from you, and it had been perfect till you woke, panties drenched and tight wall clenching around nothing frustrated you. Tonight should have been different.

You whimpered as you plunged your finger into your wetness, chasing your release, but you couldn't. Every time you were close, the releases shifted and drifted away from you. You cried in frustration begging for release, but your body was tired; tomorrow, you would burrow that toy between your legs and gush over your silver-eyed Lord. With wet eyes, you snuggled into your blanket and submitted yourself to darkness.

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Morpheus frowned as he stared at your sleeping form; he expected you to be waiting for him; you had reminded him enough, he glanced at the lightning night. He really must invest in a human watch.

You had wanted him in the flesh tonight, Well, what he had created as flesh. He smiled as he remembered your shyness, your nervousness as if you were proposing something scandalous, but he had missed it. A lacey nightdress was thrown on the floor, candles burnt out, and the smell of disappointment and silted desire clung to the air. Gingerly, he snatched up the lacey garment; he fingered the strip of soaked material. The need to join hit him with such force that he didn't notice your eyes fluttered open till you mewled like a cat as you blinked the sleep away. Your legs kicked off the soft duvet, revealing your cute little PJs. It was a side he never saw, the domestic side, the normal side of you. It was endearing and sweet.

Then you parted your legs. Your need and want to fill the air, the crouch of your bottoms dripped with your desire. Your whimpers filled the air as you ground up, hand trailing your breast, pebbling in the air as you moaned. He stilled in the dark corner he had appeared in as he watched you lean over and retrieve a small box, dumping the contents onto the bed. The Endless's eyes hardened as he took in the brightly coloured array of phallic symbols and strange objects. Settling against your pillows, plucking a small device and pledging it beneath your bottom. Morpheus watched as lazily you pressed the metallic device to your core as a soft hum filled the room. Followed by your breathy moans. The Dreamlord had long known of the phallic devices that people would use during the fertility rituals of the old ways, but when did they become so advanced, and when did you start participating in such events? Frowning, he watched on as you ground up feebly. If any other had seen you like this, he would torment them for all eternity. You looked so desperate and frustrated.

In fascination, he watched as you tossed the bullet aside, needily peeling our damp sleepwear from your body and exposing your glistening pussy. You quivered as you plucked up a large pink curved member from the pile. Morpheus's dark eyes watched as you dragged it across your folds. The pink sparkled in the light, moaning as you twisted it to life. The god's cock grew unimaginably hard as the device buzzed and throbbed. He watched in awe as you groaned lowly as the strange ears of the devices nestled against your clit, the shaft nudging hungrily at your core. Why had you pleaded so prettily at him when you had such a thing as that? Or had you replaced him with that abomination? His eyes cast to the small collection next to you. Have you used all of those? Had you been using these all this time, or had you been trying to summon him to you?

A deep gasp pulled him from your musing as your pussy hungrily devoured the shaft, stretching needily against its intrusion. Despite his anger and his rage, he was addicted to the magic in the air, the pulses that you feed into the room. He watched as you plunged it in and out. Pace quickening till you did a very stupid, stupid thing. You said his name.

"Morpheus... Oh, Morpheus, take me harder!" you whimpered as you plunged it faster, twisting and turning it till your legs shook, so lost in your desperation that you failed to notice the figure hunch over you till it ripped the device to grip. Burying it to the hilt within you.

"Here is me... thinking you wanted me... but I find you here with these," Morpheus growled.

"Morpheus..." you pledged as he thrust the device in and own, causing your toes to curl and back to arch. "Wanton little fertility princess…but I am honoured you have pledged yourself to me... "he smiled as he pressed tentatively on one of the buttons, preening as you let out a shriek as you struggled against his body. "I have never taken a fertility priestess before but don't worry... I will take great pain in coming up with the most devoted ritual and using all these sacred items," Morpheus growled, speeding up his movements. "You do want to worship properly, don't you?" he cooed menacingly as he watched the orgasm wreak your body. The first of many.

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