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Mark Glassner – Monday, November 24th, 2014 – South Hill, WA

I was exhausted when I crawled into bed next to Mary well after midnight.

Chaos gripped the world since I killed the demoness Lilith. I triggered the apocalypse to save my wife from dying. For six days, darkness had eclipsed the sun and blood had drenched the moon. Panic gripped the planet; gripped me. I killed Lucifer when he broke free of Hell, but he wasn’t the only Power I freed. Dagon, Chemosh, Astarte, Baal-zebub, Asherah, Hadad, Marduk, Tammuz, Milcom, and Ashtoreth were all carving the world between them, their demonic hordes brutalizing mankind. Mary and I controlled only the western halves of the United States and Canada now. For the last six days, we’d been fighting back Dagon’s forces, holding back the demonic tide.

Dagon had appeared out of the Atlantic Ocean and crashed up the Potomac to raze Washington D.C. Then his demonic scourge surged out to the Mississippi. There our Legion met the horde. Thanks to the Ragily prayer, my forces could harm the demons. After six days of fighting, the Legion had pushed Dagon’s vermin back to the east coast. Tomorrow, Mary and I had a plan: we would attack Washington D.C., kill Dagon, and restore the sun.

We had to give hope to the world. We had to free the sun and the moon to shine again.

With Sam, our vizier’s help, we’d already tried once to break the enchantment that hid the celestial objects. We had Lucifer’s power now, possessing power over light. We almost did it, but it was just too much. We just needed more energy. We had Molech’s, Lilith’s, and Lucifer’s powers inside us. We just needed another demon’s power to fuel the next attempt.

We needed Dagon’s.

We would give hope back to the world. I had to undo what I did.

Mary snuggled up to me, a reminder of the what my betrayal of the world bought me. It was all my fault that the planet suffered. Sometimes, the guilt pressed down on me, this overwhelming weight that sought to smother my soul. If I hadn’t killed Lilith, none of this would have happened. But I just couldn’t let Mary die. I was too selfish, too much of a coward to face life without her. I knew, deep down inside me, if I had to make that same choice again, I would.

Even knowing just how terrible the consequences would be.

Despite my guilt, exhausted sleep found me quickly. I sank down into slumbering unconsciousness. I found myself drifting through an endless void. It felt… curious to float through the darkness around me. I turned around, so conscious that I slept but that I wasn’t in a dream.

What was happening?

Then I felt an ache throbbing nearby. It pulsed with an aching need, called to me. I frowned, turning my incorporeal body, my soul, to face it. I shuddered at this point full of life and passion. Another awareness pulsed and beckoned to me. It beckoned, and my essence responded.

My dick felt hard as my soul drifted through the black realm, little pinpricks of light blossoming around me. They quivered, candle flames that fluttered. Some snuffed out while others ignited. They had different hues, some burning steadily, others flicking from reds to blues to greens to…

Joy to fear to happiness to terror.

Dreams. I was surrounded by dreams, some pulsing with delight, others quivering in fright. Some were bored, confused, nervous, excited. All the people asleep and dreaming around me in the real world were here—wherever here was.

“What is going on?” I muttered as I drifted through them.

My exhaustion craved something from these dreams. I was pulled by this sexual ache in the depths of my soul. It almost felt like that itch that would grow at the tip of my dick, that throbbing, aching need to spill my seed.

I was horny.

I drifted faster through the void, searching for that powerful ache of life and passion that called to me. The dreams sped past me one by one, my hunger instinctively knowing they weren’t what I needed. I didn’t understand what was happening, but I decided to trust my instincts.

It felt… right. Even here, my soul detached from my body, I felt how exhausted I was. The last six days had drained me as I used my powers to fight against the darkness. I’d walked through the Shadows, the uppermost level of the Abyss, to travel quickly around the country, lending my support to my soldiers.

I’d fought. I’d used the vast power brimming inside me. I had almost emptied myself, wrung myself dry to protect as many people that I had endangered. And somehow this would help. That one of these dreams would give me something.

I throbbed with more passion.

And then I found it. One dream pulsed with bright crimson, burning brighter than any of the others. It beckoned me with a siren’s song, crying out with such rapture. The ache throbbed even harder in me, pulling me towards it. I drifted nearer until the flame filled my entire vision, my awareness. It became my entire universe, a star burning bright before me, pulsing with… desire.

With my disembodied senses, I reached out and touched the dream.

Power surged from the dream and pulsed hot through me. I gasped, my soul quivering at the touch of rapture trembling through the imagination. Information poured into my mind. This dream belonged to Rexanne Tyler, eighteen. She was playing out her favorite fantasy: making out in the backseat of a car with Brad Pitt.

It was the wet dream of a girl just entering into her womanhood. Her sexual energy had called to me. It pulsed and quivered with her youthful passion. It made it shine so bright. My soul hungered to feast on this power and…

I realized this hunger came from Lilith. When I slew Molech and absorbed that demon’s power, I gained his control over fire. I could summon it, wreath my body in flames, or shield myself from an inferno. I could throw it as a ball of fire. From Lucifer, I gained manipulation over light. I could shine as bright as the sun or fire devastating beams of focused energy.

Lilith was a succubus. She fed on lust. She devoured it. Just being around her could make a mummy hard. One touch, and you would cum, spurting out your sexual energy. She could even enter dreams and feast on the lusts of men.

So now I must be… an incubus now.

“Damn,” I muttered as I touched Rexanne’s dream, feeling her passion quiver as her desire to be penetrated swelled in her.

I needed this girl’s sexual energy. My exhausted body craved it.

I entered the dream her dream. My lusty soul washed over the girl’s, engulfing her in my spiritual embrace. Rexanne’s dream shuddered and quaked. She came in the arms of her hunky dream-lover, moaning and gasping as I penetrated into her imagination.

I stood outside of the car naked, my dick throbbing hard. The car quivered and shook. Her moans gasped from inside. “Brad!” she gasped. “Oh, yes, yes, Brad, you’re amazing! You’re going to be all mine.”

“All yours,” the movie star said. “You’re so much prettier than Angelina.”

“Yes!” gasped Rexanne.

I smiled, loving the eighteen-year-old’s passion. It quivered through the air, making my dick throb. With a thought, I banished her dream-lover. Brad Pitt wavered out of existence, exposing Rexanne’s body quivering on the backseat. I opened the car door and peered in at her.

“Oh, my,” she purred, her thighs rubbing together while her green eyes ran up and down my naked, muscular body. Then her eyes lingered on my hard cock.

“Indeed,” I groaned, drinking in her barely legal flesh.

Her dream lover had pushed up the blue halter top she wore over her small breasts, exposing them cupped in a lilac bra. A denim skirt covered her coltish legs that rubbed together. Her delicate cheeks burned with crimson passion.

Licking my lips, I crawled in to the backseat and loomed over her. I stroked her thighs as she squirmed on the back seat. She trembled then a smile blossomed on her heart-shaped face framed by soft, brown curls.

“You’re Him,” she purred. “The Living God.”

“Yes I am,” I smiled, my hand stroking higher and higher up thigh, marveling at how silky smooth she felt.

She let out a liquid moan, her thighs parting for me.

“When you wake-up, you’ll remember that your God loves you,” I said, feeling the heat of her inner thigh. “That your beauty called to me. It reached out to me and summoned me to your dream to make love to you.”

“My Lord,” she moaned in utter delight. “I… I’ve always wanted to… To be with you.”

Her breath quickened as I leaned over her farther, my fingers dancing on her inner thighs just about to slide beneath her skirt. I leaned over her and captured her lips in a kiss, tasting her sweetness. For a moment, she froze beneath me. She let out a wanton moan, her body shuddering. Then she kissed me back.

I felt the excitement burn through her that kissing her God created. My dick twitched as her sexual energy flowed into my soul. I drank it up, gaining power from her lust. I could feel her entire life-force quivering through her. Passion and lust were its source. Joy and pleasure renewed it, spread it, flared it. She had more to spare.

But I could take it all. I could do harm to the girl.

When Lilith was bound to Mary as a familiar for a few weeks, men the succubus visited in their dreams were almost dying of exhaustion from her draining them too far. Lilith delighted in harming men. But me…

I loved women.

So I only sipped from the girl as I kissed her. She whimpered as she kissed me back, her youthful hormones brimming with more than enough energy to feed my mortal body. I took the excess, leaving her quivering while my own soul welcomed it.

I had to make love to this girl. I had to revel in Rexanne’s delicious body. She quivered beneath me. I stroked her inner thigh with my right hand as my left found her stomach. I stroked up it to her constraining those young tits.

She moaned into our kiss as my touch discovered her bra. It melted away into her imagination. I broke the kiss, looking down to see her beauty exposed. I groaned at the sight of her small, conical breasts topped by pink nipples.

“Just beautiful,” I moaned, my left hand cupping her right tit.

“I am, my Lord?” she asked, her green eyes smoldering.

“Yes,” I breathed. Then I leaned down and captured her left nipple with my mouth.

She moaned as I sucked. Her body quivered beneath me as I loved the feel of a hard nub between my lips. I squeezed her right breast, my thumb brushing her other nub, as I worshiped the one in my mouth. My tongue danced around it, making her gasp and moan.

Her body trembled beneath me. I felt her pulse flutter through her inner thigh, her flesh growing hotter and hotter. More of her youthful passion surged into me, feeding me as I nipped her nub with my teeth, making her squeal out in delight.

“My Lord!”

Her passionate moans made my dick ache. My balls grew so tight with my cum. It ached to spill out of me. I sucked as much of her nipple and areola into my mouth as I could. She gasped, her body undulating beneath me.

“Oh, yes, my Lord!” she moaned. “Mmm, that feels wonderful. You could give my boyfriend a few pointers.”

My mouth popped off her nipple. “Of course. I’m a God.”

Sometimes, I even believed that lie. Especially right now, in her dream, giving her such pleasure, it was so easy to get lost to that belief. Why shouldn’t I be a god? I had the power of three ancient beings inside me. Every time my sword killed a demonic entity, I stole their powers, sending them back to Hell as weak as any newly dead human.

I switched tits, sucking her other nipple into my mouth. I licked, nibbled, rubbed her nub. I made love to her breasts with my mouth until she purred like a cat. She squirmed and whimpered, her passion pouring into me. She brimmed with so much.

It was such a sweet treat to enjoy.

I swirled my tongue about her nipples. I sucked back and forth as she trembled beneath me. Her moans filled the car. The shocks creaked as she squirmed beneath me. I loved the taste of her skin, the feel of her small, firm breasts.

She excited me. She made my cock hard. My right hand pressed up into her skirt, following that hot, inner thigh up to her crotch. I felt the silky delight of her panties and the warmth they guarded. My cock ached to feel her cunt.

I had to make love to this creature. I had to ravish her. I had to give her a wet dream that she would never forget. I would give her such pleasure. I would make her explode in utter delight. She would quiver and buck beneath me.

I rose, staring down at her. “I’m going to eat you, Rexanne.”

“Yes!” she moaned in utter delight as I melted away her skirt and then her panties.

I groaned at the sight of her shaved pussy and her tight slit. Virgin tight. I shuddered, my dick throbbing before me as I licked my chops, aching to enjoy her. I rubbed at her hot flesh, feeling her passion tremble through her. She smelled so delicious.

So sweet and youthful.

I buried my face between her thighs, my body shifting back, kneeling at the edge of the seat. She gasped as I pressed my hungry lips into her smooth folds. Her small tits quivered as she sat up, leaning against the closed car door.

“My Lord!” she howled as my tongue parted her tight slit and tasted her sweet juices. “Oh, yes, my Lord!”

Her small breasts jiggled as she shuddered. Her hands grabbed those firm tits, squeezing them. Her pink nipples glistened with my saliva. Her thumbs massaged them as my tongue lapped and licked through her folds. I teased her. I fluttered against all her juicy spots, making her squirm. Her eyes grew so wide.

Her thighs tightened about my head. She shuddered and humped against me. Her moans cried out with such silky passion. She ground against me, her vulva so plump and juicy. My tongue jammed into her hot depths.

“Yes, yes, My Lord!” Her back arched as she pinched her nipples. “You’re the best, My Lord! You know how to eat pussy!”

“And you taste so good, Rexanne,” I groaned. “You’re chosen. You’re special. You’re giving me what I need. Your passion.”

“Take it all!” she moaned, her lusts, her life-force, quivering through her. “Oh, just devour me, My Lord!”

My dick throb to drain her utterly. I controlled myself and just ate her pussy. I drank the sweet cream flooding out of her. I pressed my lips into her hot labia. Her cream smeared against my cheeks and chin as it flooded out of her.

The car rocked as she bucked. She quivered in delight, her silky thighs squeezing about my face as I feasted on her. I shoved my hands between her butt-cheeks and the seat, gripping them as she squirmed. I held onto her tight, fucking my tongue in and out of her depths.

She gasped and moaned, trembling, the pleasure spilling through her body. Her moans sang through the car. It shook as she quivered again. Her passion built and built in her. I could feel it swelling in her.

“My Lord!” she cried out as my tongue flicked up to her clit.

I assaulted her bud. I nibbled and sucked on it. She bucked so hard. The car door creaked behind her. Her face twisted with passion, her brown hair sweeping about her face. Her green eyes squeezed shut as I loved her bud.

Her back arched.

She squeaked in delight.

Her body tensed.

Her pussy juices flooded my mouth.

I gripped her tight ass as she bucked and writhed. Her orgasm burned through her body. Her passion surged out of her. I ate some of it as I drank the flow of her sweet cream. I lapped up her juices as she cried out in delight.

“My Lord!” she cried out as she bucked. “Yes, yes,yes, take me, my Lord!” Her green eyes stared at me with such need. “Fuck me, please! Let me worship your divine cock with my pussy!”

“Yes!” I groaned as I rose.

Her hands shot down, grabbing my dick. She brought me to her pussy as I moved over her, bracing my arms beside her. She trembled, her emerald eyes glassy with her desire. She rubbed me against her shaved flesh.

“Thank you for choosing me, My Lord!” she moaned. “Thank you for using my body. For feeding on my passion!”

I kissed her hard, letting her taste her own sweet cunt. Her small tits pressed into my chest as I held her. She quivered beneath me. Her pussy juices flowed over the tip of my cock, bathing me in her barely legal passion.

I thrust.

I groaned into her lips as I buried into her cunt in a single plunge. Hot, tight, wet flesh engulfed me. Her spongy sheath stretched out around my cock. She wrapped me in silky passion. I shuddered, kissing her so hard as I savored the feel of her.

Her lust quivered through her body.

Her fingernails bit into my back as she squirmed, stirring that hot cunt around my dick. I couldn’t just stay buried in her. I had to move. I had to pump my cock in and out of her juicy snatch. My hips moved. She whimpered into the kiss as my shaft drew back through her pussy.

And then I rammed into her depths in a single thrust.

She quivered beneath me. She moaned into the kiss as I buried into her again. And again. My balls thwacked into her as I plunged my shaft into her pussy. Silky friction bathed my senses with pleasure. It shot down my cock and then throughout my body.

I groaned, every thrust inflaming her arousal and feeding my hunger. Her cunt clenched and relaxed on me as she squirmed beneath me. The car rocked in time to my strokes. I churned her snatch to a hot froth. She gripped me hard, her legs wrapping about my waist.

She didn’t want to let me go.

I broke the kiss and groaned, “Fuck, you feel hot and amazing!”

“I do?” she whimpered.

“Yes. You’re my little slut, aren’t you?”

“Oh, yes, My Lord!” she gasped. “I’ll be your slut! Let me worship your cock with my cunt! Bless me with our divine seed!”

“I’ll fill you with so much cum, slut!”

Her pussy clenched. Her body trembled.

I fucked her harder, faster. She gasped and moaned, her hard nipples rubbing on my chest. My balls grew tighter and tighter as they smacked into her taint. Her pussy swelled my orgasm. I groaned, hammering her barely legal cunt as hard as I could.

“Fuck me, My Lord!” she howled, clawing my back, her thighs gripping my waist. “Just keep fucking me! Your cock… It’s so amazing, My Lord. It’s the best! I’m going to cum.”

“Because you’re my slut?”

“Yes!” she howled.

Her lust spilled out of her and soaked my soul. Her passions spurred me to fuck her faster, to pound that juicy snatch. The shocks squeaked. Her pussy quivered around my dick, on the verge of erupting into orgasmic pleasure.

I reached out with my lust and touched her with a feather brush.

She exploded like a bullet firing out of a gun, my lust the primer igniting her orgasms.

“My Lord!”

Her cunt convulsed about my cock. I shuddered, thrusting over and over into her, caressing her with my lust. Just a touch, just enough to keep her writhing in bliss. Her orgasms rolled one after the other, spilling through her body as I plunged over and over into her snatch. Her thighs gripped me while her cunt convulsed and spasmed about my dick, milking me, so eager and hungry for the bliss I provided.

“My Lord!” she screamed out, her fingernails biting as she rubbed her tits into my chest. Her pussy sucked at my dick.

An unceasing tide of ecstasy drowned her. I reduced her to an incoherent mass of rapture. She felt nothing but my flesh on hers, my cock plunging in and out of her sheath. Every nerve in her body sparked with passion, wiping thought from her mind.

Energy poured into me, filled me up with such vitality. She replenished what I craved. Her youthful delight drowning me in her lusts. I groaned, my balls growing so tight as I hammered her convulsing snatch, the silky sheath of her pussy sucking at me.

“Slut!” I growled and erupted into her.

She howled as another titanic orgasm consumed her body.

I shuddered as the pleasure spiked through me. Every blast of my cum into her writhing depths filled me with ecstasy. It burned through my thoughts. I grunted and groaned with every blast, reveling in the pleasure her body gave me.

She stimulated me.

Her pussy milked my cock dry. Her snatch wrung my cock until not a single drop of cum remained in my balls. I groaned, my pleasure peaking through me, leaving me burning with buzzing euphoria. She squealed beneath me and—

Her dream popped out of existence.

I gasped, back in the black void, trembling, groaning, aching to be back in her. Where did she go? Then I smiled in realization. She woke up in a bed that must be drenched in her juices. She must have soaked through her nightwear. I bet it smelled so sweet. I bet she quivered, wondering if it was true.

No, she knew it was true.

I savored her passion that still filled me as I floated in the darkness. Other dreams called to me. Not as intense as her youthful lusts, but I felt the passionate dreams belonging to women of all ages. I hungered for them.

As I wandered through the dreams, I thought about my wife. Did Mary float through this darkness? Was she drawn to the dreams of horny men? Just thinking about her made me feel like she stared at me. I thought I heard her naughty laugh.

Something fluttered to my right. I turned and sensed a presence floating in the darkness beside me.

“Horny stallion,” the formless presence giggled.

“Naughty filly,” I answered my wife.

Ours essences touched, merged, joined. I felt the lustful energy I absorbed from Rexanne flow into my wife while a frantic, passionate desire poured into me. I groaned, trembling as I quivered in our souls’ embrace.

“Naughty filly,” I groaned. “Whose dream did you visit?”

“A poor, virgin boy of nineteen,” she answered. “He was so eager to feel his Goddess about his cock.”

“I bet.”

My wife trembled. “Mmm, there’s another virgin boy needing a goddess’s touch.”

I could sense a young girl’s dream nearby. I felt myself drifting away from Mary. “Have fun,” I called to her. “Love you.”

“You too, my Love,” she called back.

Smiling, I floated to Jeannette Miller’s passionate dream. In the morning, I would have to face the darkness of the world. But tonight, I could bring such joy to a few. Just how many girls I could brighten with my visits in one night?

As I entered her dream, I vowed to find out.

The END

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