What was she like?

Drayce withdrew and then thrust into her again slowly, passionately, blissfully. He savored the tingly sensation on every slick inch of his cock as he penetrated her. He kept up this slow, tender pace, enjoying how tight her pussy clenched him. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deep into her with every thrust. He took her subtle hint and quickened his pace while tenderly suckling her exposed nipple. She tangled her fingers into his hair, pulling his face harder into her bosom.

They fucked passionately, their breathing heavy, their bodies sweating. The room was filled with the echoing sounds of two lovers having the best sex of their lives.

Phoebe felt Drayce twitch. "Stop!" she said abruptly.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"It's my turn," she said with a seductive smile.

Drayce rolled onto his back. Phoebe knelt above and beside him and grasped the base of his cock in her hand. Without hesitation, she took him into her mouth, humming happily as she sucked him clean of her juices.

"Oh my God, Phoebe!" Drayce raved, "you've never tasted yourself on my dick before. That's so fucking hot!"

Phoebe lifted her head off his cock with a loud 'pop'. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm feeling frisky tonight."

Phoebe then mounted Drayce, stuffing his manhood between her pussy lips. Drayce sighed heavily as he sheathed inside her. Phoebe bounced on Drayce's thick cock, rocking her hips, her hair swinging wildly, boobs bobbing and swaying with every movement. Drayce took one of her breasts into his mouth and tightly gripped her round ass. They ground into each other in perfect harmony, their pleasure about to boil over.

"Phoebe! I'm about to-"

"Me too! I want us to cum together!"

As Drayce reached the point of no return, the odd sensation he felt earlier in the house returned, triggered by the thick, cloying aroma in the room. It smelled like a mix of lavender, cherry blossom, and cotton candy. He knew this scent from somewhere -- but where?

"Fill me with your cum-"

Drayce started to erupt inside her when he realized where he knew that scent. It was the pheromone of a succubus, a demon. Oh, shit!

"And your soul," Phoebe finished as two horns grew from the top of her head and two large white bat-like wings unfolded behind her. Her eyes glowed red; she was ready to claim her prey.

"No! Ahh!" Drayce yelled, sending his cum as well as his soul inside her. He felt his body imploded, quickly shriveling into nothingness.

*****

"Ahh!" Drayce shouted as he sat up. He hyperventilated -- his heart beating out of his chest, his body drenched in a Drayced sweat. He observed his surroundings. He was back in his apartment, lying in his regular bed.

Drayce took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. It was all only a dream. He had relived the horrific night of Phoebe's death in his dreams for years now. The dream normally ended with Drayce finding Phoebe brutally murdered in the bed when he opened the door. This new wickedly twisted ending left Drayce missing Phoebe more than ever before. Holding her had felt so real. Damn.

Drayce dropped his head to the pillow and looked to the side. To his surprise, Fiona lay beside him in bed, staring back at his face.

"Good morning!"

Startled, Drayce let out a loud yelp as he tumbled from bed and to the floor below. Fiona laughed hysterically at his clumsiness.

Drayce climbed off the floor. "Don't ever do that again!" he yelled at her.

"I'm sorry," she snickered. "I forget you're easily startled."

"I don't care about that," Drayce grumbled. "I'm talking about my dreams. You stay the hell out them!"

Fiona raised an eyebrow. "Whatever are you talking about?"

"That dream -- it was your doing, wasn't it?"

Fiona scowled at him. "I'm beginning to think you never listen when I speak. I told you before; I cannot alter a pure soul's mind. That dream was entirely your doing. I can, however, still view your dreams."

"Is that why you like watching me sleep? So you can watch me suffer over and over again?"

Fiona rolled her eyes. "I'm a demon. I could not care less about your emotional torment. In dreams, I get to see a mortal human's deepest darkest desires, the type of desires they won't even admit to themselves. These are not simply plucked from their brains when I read their thoughts. In their mind, these desires do not exist, buried under layers of denial. But not in dreams. As a bonus, I get to view these desires in full motion, as if I were a stranger peeking through a window."

Fiona shucked the covers off the bed, revealing her perfect naked body as well as a small wet spot on the mattress where Drayce had slept. "I do like this new ending to your dream; it would appear you do, as well."

Drayce looked at the mattress and then at his underwear. There was a sticky wet spot on the front of his boxers. He had in fact cum, just like in his dream. He watched as Fiona ran her index finger through the wet spot on the mattress, gathering a dollop of his semen and then licking it off her finger like sweet icing.

"What was she like?" Fiona asked.

Drayce looked at Fiona with a confused expression. "Who? Phoebe? Why do you want to know?"

"Curiosity. I wonder what is so special about her that you're willing to go through with the ritual."

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