Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
I grin to myself as I watch all of them sleeping deeply. I can hardly blame them. They now know as I do that a night spent not at Maven’s side feels utterly empty and cold.
Perhaps I would find it annoying, keeping Crane’s dangerously unraveled psyche in such a deep sleep every night…except I’ve found that sleeping so close to all of her matches naturally gives Maven constant wet dreams.
I live for the pleasure she finds in her dreams.
Though to be fair, they all get wet dreams sleeping so close to her. It’s been absolutely fucking hilarious to watch Maven wake first every morning and pretend as if she doesn’t have to crawl through a veritable forest of morning wood just to get out of bed and go to the bathroom.
We’ve all been too busy and exhausted for the last few days as we prepare for First Placement for anything else to happen in bed besides sleep. Not to mention, none of us wants to push Maven. She’s barely getting used to not being petrified of physical touch, so we’ve all come to the unspoken agreement not to pounce on her at night. We’re waiting for her to take the lead since she does it so naturally.
But all this sexual torture isn’t good for them. Or me.
I think it’s past time for everyone to blow off steam. It’ll do the entire quintet good and offer some postcoital clarity before we face whatever horrors the Immortal Quintet decides to lob at us today in First Placement.
With that thought in mind, I tiptoe mischievously through Limbo, passing through Decimus’s dream first to get to Maven’s. Decimus is dreaming about her, of course. His projection of what she would look like clad in lace lingerie is mouthwatering. Perhaps almost as good as she’ll look actually wearing it in the real world.
But when I slip into Maven’s dream space, my heart sinks. It isn’t a nightmare—at least, not yet—but this isn’t a pleasant dream. I spent too long working to protect everyone else from Crane’s utter insanity by keeping him fast asleep. I should have returned to her subconscious sooner, but now I watch as Maven singlehandedly slaughters five ghouls in her dream.
She’s standing in the center of a stone arena, wearing leather armor and splattered with blood, as she demolishes the creatures. It’s not even a fair fight. She moves so beautifully as she kills that it’s hard to pull my eyes away. Undead watch in chilling silence from the sidelines, hideous visages of rotting flesh and eyeless sockets that are unable to make a sound. Everything is nearly colorless, and the sun overhead is so dim that it may as well be a full moon.
Once the ghouls are dead, a banshee is brought out. Then a strange, bony monster I’ve never heard of. Then another. On and on the bouts go, and Maven’s face is unlike I’ve ever seen. It’s as if she’s in a trance, utterly lost in the bloodshed.
Even when a wendigo finally manages to sink its claws into her back, ripping through her skin until she’s a bloody mess, Maven has no reaction. She’s mindless with the need to kill.
I change her dream quickly, weaving and adjusting until she’s in this same exact room, in this same situation. All her matches are at her side—only in this dream, I lay wrapped around her. And, of course, she’s entirely naked because I’d always have her naked if it were possible.
My keeper blinks as she gradually adjusts to the new surroundings and then kisses my jaw. “You’re changing my dreams again.”
“I only want you to rest peacefully, love.”
“Resting in peace is for other dead people. It’s okay to let my dreams be.”
“You’re not dead. If you were, I would be haunting you in the Beyond instead.”
Maven hums and begins kissing her way down my jawline, turning in my arms to press herself against me. I shut my eyes, enjoying every one of her touches. Still, it’s difficult to be much more engaged than that when I’m also carefully unraveling the tendrils of panic and anxiety that start to unfurl from her psyche with all of this contact.
Maven grinds against my straining erection, humming thoughtfully. “Someone’s excited.”
“How can I help it when you sleep so beautifully?”
She pulls away slightly to study me. “Are you this hard because of the dream, or…”
“Or?” I prompt, distracted by the tantalizing friction of her squirming against me.
“Or is it because I’m asleep?”
Godsdamn me, is it that obvious? I look away, toying with the ends of her hair.
“Anytime I’m near you, I’m desperate. But if your sleeping body is a temptation that I would gladly sell the remaining fragments of my soul to worship…does that bother you?”
She turns my chin to make me look at her, and the sultry, curious sparkle in her dark eyes makes my heart stutter. “No. Actually, I’m…intrigued. Is this something most people do?”
I swallow. “No.”
Maven considers that and returns to kissing my jaw. “Their loss. Like you said, I think we both enjoy being fucked up. So if you want to use me in my sleep, you have my permission.”
Gods above.
I exhale slowly, trying not to frighten her by showing how desperately I want that. But what if I’m influencing her dream to make her say this? I hesitate, checking to make sure that’s not the case.
None of my power is seeping into her subconscious. This is all Maven.
“You’re sure, love?” I rasp, my cock aching as excitement pulses through my veins. She has no idea how much I want this or all the fantasies she’s giving the green light for. “You’re giving me permission to take your gorgeous body when you’re asleep?”
She kisses me in her dream. “Yes. Fuck me while I dream about you, Nightmare Prince.”
I moan at the unfiltered arousal perfuming her entire dream. I could feed on this every single damned night, and having her explicit permission to adore her sleeping body to my heart’s content is the single greatest thing I’ve ever been given?—
But the first time I fuck Maven, I want it to be in the mortal world and not in her pretty dreams.
“Hold that thought, darling,” I whisper, kissing her and slipping back out of her dream.
From Limbo, I watch as she makes a soft sound of need in her sleep. It makes Decimus roll over, his own dream wavering as he nearly wakes.
I roll my shoulders back and pop my knuckles. It’s been a while since I’ve intertwined dreams. And never sex dreams.
But like a maestro, I grasp Frost’s vague dream about kissing and interweave it with Maven’s. Then I work at Decimus’s and finally Crane’s. By the time I’m done merging their dreams, all of Limbo around me is thick with want and desperation. Silently, I check back into the conjoined dream and find?—
Fuck me. She’s taking two of them at once.
I gaze in awe, palming my rock-hard erection through my pants as I watch Maven moan and rock between Crane and Decimus in her dream. Decimus is rutting her pussy from beneath as she rides him, and Crane swears in fae as he fucks her ass with a vengeance. There was no need for buildup or lubrication in a dream like this—because sensations are different in the dream world. They’re heightened, unhindered by real-world troubles.
They’re all panting, gasping, coming undone. Frost kneels beside them and whispers for Maven to open up. She moans when he slides his cock into her mouth—the collective dream ripples as Frost nearly wakes at the dreamy pleasure. There’s a dream projection of me, too, approaching on Maven’s other side.
But I don’t care to keep watching. I’m too ravenous for her.
Stepping out of Limbo, I slip under the blankets at the foot of the massive bed and crawl until I’m between Maven’s legs. My breathing is labored, desperate, as I gently pull her pajamas off. I press my face against the thin panties between her thighs and inhale, stroking myself as I obsess over how utterly perfect my darling’s pussy is.
I kiss up her thighs, licking and tasting until I finally pull aside her panties and lap at her entrance.
Gods, she’s so wet and sweet and fucking heady. It’s the first time I’ve tasted her gorgeous cunt, and I can do nothing but groan and devour the ambrosia that is her arousal. I slip one finger inside of her and gently circle my thumb around her clit, kissing and licking as I relish every clench of her dripping cunt.
Obsession beats in my veins like a drum, growing more intense with each passing moment. I want to breathe her, taste her—wrap myself in her twisted, beautiful mind and etch myself into her bones until every move she makes, I make with her.
When I make her my muse, my dark little darling will discover how utterly obsessed I am. She’ll see inside my head and learn just how unhinged I become at the very thought of her.
And she’ll love it. Of that, I’m certain.
As I devour Maven, I’m vaguely aware that their combined dream is ripening as they no doubt approach climaxing in their sleep. Some people wake from such intense sensations—and if one dreamer wakes from a combined dream, they all do. So I’m not particularly surprised when, a moment later, I hear Frost’s sharp gasp before the dream ruptures, all four of them snapping awake.
I grin against Maven’s thigh, placing a kiss there. Time to see if my meddling worked.
I don’t have to wait long. Decimus moans and rocks his shorts-covered erection against Maven’s thigh, which is obnoxiously close to my head.
“Godsdamn, baby, you smell so fucking good when you’re wet for us,” he whispers.
Maven is gasping as she pushes the blanket back to look down at me. She doesn’t quite see my eyes in this dark room, but I have the glorious ability to see how flushed she is as she bites her lip and lifts her hips, grinding slightly against my face.
“More,” she whispers, squeezing her eyes shut. “Please, I’m so close already, just?—“
Crane licks a path up her neck, his hand slipping up beneath her shirt and the other tugging off his clothing.
“I need you. Now, sangfluir,
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