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Morpheus
Claiming his Queen-Completed
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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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Claiming his Queen Part 5
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Warning smut and dark theme.
There was something tender in the way Morpheus carried you. Exhaustion had taken your body as the intense cold consumed you. You were relieved when Morpheus hoisted you effortlessly in his arms as you disappeared into a swirl of sand.
He was cradling you to his chest, your face burrowing against the side of his. It wasn’t till now that you registered how pleasant he smelt; more than that, it was intoxicating. There were no words to describe it other than an earthy spice, woodsy and warm, but something sweeter underneath. Blueberries? Blackberries? Gooseberries? You nudged your nose closer to the base of his throat and groaned in bliss, surrendering to the untainted fragrance.
The walk was long, moving across the land from where you appeared. You were too tired to want to take it in, but you felt it against your skin as he carried you. The feel of the long grass against your bare arms, the sound of animals in the distance and the vibration of people moving around you, a hive of activity. There was a brief moment when you thought about calling out, crying for help, running and seeking safety in the crowds. But how far would you get, and how powerful was he? If Death herself couldn’t intervene, why would anyone else? And the biggest question, did you want to? That answer sunk in your stomach.
You only peered from the safety of his neck once as the rush of water grew louder. He walked you across a great bridge, dark stone against the glistening rich blue of the water. You wished you could have gazed at it longer, but something else caught your attention. It was the way people reacted to him. Some people bowed to him; others sank to their knees, eyes glancing over you before training on the floor. Then there was the whisper, so faint you could barely hear them, but they were there. Another thought wiggled its way to the top of your mind. If Morpheus could appear and reappear at will, at least with the aid of his sand, why had he not transported you to where you were going?
Another violent shiver passed through you. It was so cold. You were always cold, but this was more than that. You felt Morpheus draw you closer, tucking you further inside his jacket and pressing you tightly against his body. In that warmth, you realised you were trembling.
‘Only a little further, my dream.’ The low voice rumbled, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.
You were carried up the great stone steps, through the impossible white halls and into a big black archway. It was not the same room as earlier; this was far grander. Sweeping black sheer curtains danced across the floor, the giant bed covered in midnight blue silk. Above the ceiling, crusted with jewels, glistening like the night sky, blessing the room with a soft light. Carefully you were deposited at the end of the extravagant bed.
Steely gaze fell back on you, and for a moment, he stared at you, penetrating you with that gaze. His features were pensive and pained, but he said nothing as he moved across the room and, with a flourish, wrapped a plush fur around your shoulders. Despite the thickness and the warmth, you were still cold.
‘Why did you show me those things?’ You scowled, burrowing deeper into the thickness of the blanket.
Silhouetted against the fire, Morpheus remained unmoving, staring down at you. He spoke clearly with purpose, his voice penetrating every inch of the room. ‘To show you the truth, to make you understand what was and is.’
‘You couldn’t have just explained it.’
‘Would you have listened?’ That was true. Would you have listened or even believed there was such a thing?‘What did my sister speak about?’ Morpheus’s voice had a bite to it, breaking you from your thoughts, and you didn’t fail to notice how he edged forward.
You spoke carefully, eyes never leaving his ‘That she didn’t think we were soulmates.’
His reaction was unexpected. He took a full furious step forward. At full height, he was an imposing figure, incredibly dark hair sticking out at all angles, cheekbones sharp enough to cut diamond and soft, gentle lips that now snarled over his teeth.
‘Till she saw my mark…..she seemed happy.’ Honestly, you had no idea, but she seemed happy, almost relieved. Whether this was real or not, you were tired and cold and didn’t want to think about this conversation anymore.
His features smoothed, relaxing as he crouched down, pulling the blanket around you tighter. ‘I am still so cold…I dunno why.’ You stuttered.
In the misty glow of the gem’s light, Morpheus held out a perfectly formed hand, so pale his skin almost shined in the darkness.
Instinctively you took it; you didn’t know why but your body couldn’t help it; you sought the warmth he provided. Pulling you behind him, he guided you through the sheer curtains and onto the open balcony.
A gasp escaped your lips. It was beautiful. The setting sun bathed the whole landscape in a soft shimmer, waters sparkling, and colours you didn’t even recognise decorated the landscape. This couldn’t be a dream; there was no way you could imagine anything this stunning.
‘This is the best view in the realm.’ He smiled, leading you to a little love seat. With a mere flick of his hand, the fire roared to life, crackles of tinder sending sparks spiralling into the air. Your eyes flickered over him; you had never seen his smile, which was beautiful. It softened his feature and lightened his eyes, a soft blue hue brightening the cold grey.
Taking your small hand in his, he used his other hand to point down, ‘There is a blessing of unicorns; down by the bank by the nursery.’ Even in the dull light, you could still make out the outline of the animals in the distance, a rainbow of colours. Turning your head to speak, your words caught in your throat. He was gazing at you with such love it stopped your heart. It was adoring and worshipping like you held his world in your palm.
‘It is breathtaking; I never thought I would ever dream of anything this phenomenal, let alone actually see it.’ You shuddered at the warmth from his palm pulsing through your body.
It was too much. Why did he have to look at you like that? Like you were the freaking moon.
Shifting your gaze across the water, you squeezed his hand, which he returned with glee. ‘I think.’ Why is he still looking at you like that? ‘This is a lot….I think.’ God, why is this so hard? ‘I need to go home…just till I process this whole soulmate thing…. Just for a little bit….to figure it out.’’
The silence clung to the air, his hand encircling you in a vice-like grip; firm but not painful. Stealing a glance, your eyes widened at him.
‘This is your home, as far as the eyes can see and beyond is yours; you are not leaving here. You are not leaving me. Your mine.’ His voice was dark, consuming, penetrating.
Then he pounced. He was pinning you against the back of your seat.
‘If you still don’t believe it, then I will have to show you belong to me.’ Morpheus rumbled as his hungry mouth descended onto devouring yours.
A strangled cry choked its way out of you as his tongue teased at your mouth, only pulling away when your lungs started to burn. He leaned over, trailing a series of kisses along your jaw, then along your earlobe before he stopped at the shell of your ear, nibbling on the sensitive skin. It felt good. Too good. Too much. Bucking against him, a powerful snarl rippled through his body, vibrating against yours.
‘This is your home; you belong here with me.’ As Morpheus’s hand pressed down on your hip, holding you in place, another hand pried open your shaky legs, allowing him to nestle between your plush thighs.
‘Morpheus, we…’ your heart stopped in your chest as your pyjama trousers were torn from your body in one effortless tug, Morpheus never breaking stride in his assault on your neck.
This was not the first time you had someone kiss you between your thighs, but you had never felt such an intense want or desire. The clumsy fumblings of your youth had been limited, but the few handsy incidents were unbearable and unfulfilling; this was exhilarating.
A delicate cry poured from you as he pulled back, mercury eyes burning into you as he cupped your mould.
‘You will make the most beautiful queen.’ He kissed your throat, suckling at the skin under your chin before raising his head again to meet your desperate eyes. ‘Look at you, like a goddess draped across your throne, like you belong here.’ Another kiss sent hot desire coursing through you.
‘Why won’t you let me love you?’ he questioned, mostly to himself. Dipping his fingers along your folds, he gathered your heat, teasing at your entrance as he watched your face as his index and middle finger rested firmly against your clit, using your wetness against the sensitive bundle of nerves.
You let out a loud cry as the dark-haired god rubbed light circles into your clit, writing secret messages only he would know or understand. Heavy pants of breath hit your face as he hunched over you, eyes never leaving your face, daring you to close your eyes. You tightened your grip on his forearm, nails digging into the tender soul mark as he fingered you.
God, he felt good. Part of your brain wanted to push him away, ask him to stop, to give you back your sanity, but this felt so right; your brain felt clearer than it had in a long time. Maybe you could figure it out here in the palace, the beautiful realm of his. Behind him, it stood out in all its vivid beauty, but every time your eyes focused on the landscape, the god’s fingers picked up their pace.
Slamming your eyes shut, you let out a heady cry as the feeling bubbled up inside you. But slowly ebbed away as his movements stopped.
‘Look. At. Me’ it wasn’t a demand; it was a plea. Thumb now on your clit while he slid a finger directly into your wet entrance. Your walls clenched around his fingers, unused to the intrusion. You were no stranger to masturbation hell; you even had a plethora of toys but having someone else plunge into you was jarring. Heat surged through you, and the chill in your bones was gone; now you burnt.
A breath hitched in your throat as Morpheus sank against you, the whole length of his body pinning you down as you helplessly rutted against his hand. His thumb tended to your clit as his finger rolled within you, searching until he found the rough nerves patch. A hoarse cry pushed itself from your throat. Your eyes slammed shut, chested heaving as your squalled.
A whimper trembled from your lips as his hand stilled, silently waiting till you shakingly opened your eyes, meeting his unrelenting stare. Morpheus curled his digit perfectly inside you, keeping a quick place-alongside rubbing half-circles in your clit.
‘You are a goddess splayed under me. I wanted to wait for this, to lay you down and get on my knees and worship you, pull you apart, loving every piece of you….’’ He sucked at your neck hard, teeth grazing the abused flesh. ‘But you wanted to leave me, leave your home.’ His teeth glided up your neck, pressing ghostly kisses till he found your mouth. Hovering millimetres away, you could feel his eyes enveloping yours..’And I have to remind you where and to whom you belong.’ Another finger plugged, sending a shriek juddering from your body.
His eyes took in everything, every slight change of expression, the tension shifting through your body as he moved, measuring your reaction with intense scrutiny. The sounds of your wetness were obscene now as Morpheus found a steady pace that he liked, enough to push you to the edge but never enough to push you over it. Working his thumb into your clit while his fingers rocked against your core, jolting against that spot inside you.
‘Morpheus….’You couldn’t help it, but his name spilt from your lips.
An adoring smile stretched across his face as he increased his pace. ‘See….’ He cooed, ‘you belong here, under me.’ The smile stretched further from his face as he pulled away, kneeling between your thighs. Gleefully sucking his fingers.
You sobbed in desperation, watching as his eyes closed as he hummed around his fingers. ‘Now you are going to give me what you cruelly took away. You will give me every last drop, and if I think you are holding back or your eyes fall close, I will not stop till you pass out and then continue in the dreaming till you know that you belong here…with me.’ He whispered darkly, his lips shimmering with our wetness.
His mouth lowered to your pussy.
You furrowed your brows hard as you tried to keep your eyes open, staring at smouldering eyes burning into you from behind dark locks. It took all your willpower not to slam your eyes shut as he sank two fingers into your weeping core. Curling fingers right into that spot again and again and again. Your moans were raspy now, falling from your lips in a private mantra to the god devouring your core.
Carding your hands through his hair, you tug him closer. Morpheus grunted into you, sending you squeaking and mewling as his tongue lapped against you, fingers rocking furiously.
‘Morpheus!’ You choked, your insides twisting as you felt an orgasm simmering inside you. This was different from the others; this was powerful, sending your body into a series of convulsions. Your voice was throaty and hoarse; the nonsense spewed out from you.
Morpheus watched you scream into the silence of the Dreaming as he sucked hard on your clit. Thighs quivering around his face as you rode out your orgasm. Stunning. He took in every drop of your essence, devouring the musky taste on his lips, satisfying the hunger within him, his fingers digging into your hips as his tongue swirled over your oversensitive pussy, drawing out every last drop, body trembling weakly as he did so.
Through half-lidded eyes, you watched as he kissed his way back to your lips, pressing a kiss to your mouth, sharing the last fragment of your release as evidence of his power.
‘You are mine; I will not let anyone take you away.’ he purred, standing, pulling the tattered remains of your pyjamas bottoms, and he carried you inside.
‘I know.’ Was all you could utter before you succumbed to exhaustion.
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So….what do you think? I tried to end this with the lovers just staring into the dreaming, but I have been obsessed with this idea for ages, and Morpheus is possessive, bless him. Next story up in Morpheus Alphabet :P Stay tuned still haven’t decided what to start with yet…..:P
Also, as I love our little discussions, I have another big question for you.
‘What do you think Morpheus’s dream date is? Or what is your dream date with Morpheus?’
I think his game is old-school courting, like just sitting with you or reading to you. And my dream date would be…way too depraved to share it, but I would also like to just trash TV with him and watch him get more confused and agitated as I gush over my favorite characters and crushes.
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Claiming his Queen Part 3
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Warnings- Kidnap, dark love, possessive love
Part 1
Part 2
Morpheus stared coldly at the girl sleeping dreamlessly, wrapped in the softness of the sheets and pillows. He had moulded them from the clouds in the sky and the fresh snow in the mountains still untouched by man, providing her with every comfort you could desire. Now she was peaceful and still, content against the rich colour of the material. It suited her skin, he mused and wondered if deep down he had chosen it because of how it made her look, like his goddess, his queen.
A threatening rumble made its way from the back of his throat to fill the room. Her wrist was now free from that atrocity that ripped her away. All he wanted to do was to make her feel good, make sure she was satisfied and happy while he cleared up the mess and restored the kingdom for her. He asked nothing of her, just a little taste., despite the gnawing hunger eating away at him from the inside. It would have been so easy to take her, yet he hadn't, and how did you repay him?
With betrayal.
'Master? What are you going to do to her?' Matthew crowed as he swooped down, setting majestically on the bedknob at the foot of the future queen.
'That is none of your concern.' His voice a barbed warning to his companion.
'I am just saying …she was terrified; she thought you were a demon; you can't blame her for trying to get away.' Matthew spoke, yet there was a caution to it, a hesitation that never flowed in his almost constant chatter.
'She should know my intention from our bond; she betrayed me.' His voice was a clear warning, but Matthew heard the weariness that weakened his low tone.
'Master…'
'Enough.' Morpheus did not raise his voice; he rarely ever did; it was the tone, a deep,fear-inducing menace of his voice. 'Watch over her; call me when she awakens.'
Morpheus had to escape. He had much to think about, a punishment to devise, and he could not dare to do it while he looked down at her. It made him want to forgive her, and he did not want that. It was a weakness that he would not indulge her in. He was the king, and any weakness to him was a weakness to the kingdom and a threat to her. As much as it pained him, her punishment was for her safety.
A familiar nudge pulled him from his musings. A frown tugged at his pale pink mouth; his kingdom was not yet ready for visitors, its inhabitants had only half returned, and the place was still a hollow husk; he had wanted to let the future queen aid in its build, but that plan was seemingly impossible now.
Navigating through the corridors, he circled back to his throne room, where Lucienne loyally stood guard. Beating his sibling back with careful civility.
'What are you doing here uninvited?' Morpheus's low voice echoed across the chamber as he took his throne, ignoring the painfully empty seat he had carefully crafted next to him.
'Can't siblings check in on each other? I thought I was your favourite.’ Death smiled, stepping around his librarian, eyes roaming the deep darkness of the throne, lingering on the empty seat, eyes accusing. ‘New throne?’
‘State your business, sister. Then leave.’
‘Do we really have to do this, brother?’ Death's voice had lost its cheery lilt and was replaced by annoyance and anger. 'There are rules about taking a human. You should know that, we have often dealt with Desire’s… inclination towards human playmates. If they are here too long, they cannot function on their return to the real world, and you cannot keep a human here.’
Morpheus observed his sister before he spoke, 'There are, but none that state a soulmate should not be permitted to reside in my kingdom. They are protected.’
'Morpheus, you can do better than that. It would help if you took some pointers from Desire and at least make it believable. I know you were locked away for a century, you're lonely, but we are endless; we don’t get a soulmate.’ The pity in her voice stung more than her anger.
True, they were endless, yet on his hand was all the evidence that he needed to know it was true. The skin of the mark was inflamed and sensitive, flesh that shifted and shivered beneath his skin. His was different from his loves. Her brand was his sigil, the helm finely engraved through her palm and up her arm, staking his ownership, yet his was still forming; he wondered what would come to rest on his skin for all to see for eternity.
‘Your joking.’ For all the thousands of years they had been together, he never thought to have seen her ebony skin twist in such a shocked expression.
'Have you ever known me to joke?'
Dark eyes fell on his raw palm. Horror followed to awe, then fear, before transforming again into wonder. 'You're serious. Who? How?'
'It is none of your concern. She is safe in my kingdom till the time our bond can be completed. Now I will ask you to leave. I have much to attend to.’
‘You can’t be this much of a dick, Dream! You will need my help. Firstly, kidnapping a human is much more complicated in this period than when we last had to deal with Desire’s bullshit, trust me. Secondly, you are the first ever Endless to find a soulmate; you don’t even know how to complete the bond. And thirdly, she will have my protection….’ There was his big sister, he remembered, that bossy voice that demanded and pushed till she got what she wanted.
'No,' Morpheus hissed lowly through gritted teeth, body taut.
Death’s eyes softened as she stepped forward, her dark clothes billowing behind her as she ascended the steps to the throne, hand raised, her voice becoming unbearably soft as she spoke, 'Show me….'
Silver eyes whirled madly as he watched tensely as, step by step, she edged closer. His gaze trained on the impeccable neat fingertips that reached out, waiting to probe his mark, her mark. To search every itch it, a place meant to be touched by her. And no one else.
'Begone!’
With a furious roar, the room swirled and pulsed. Death deadpan up at her baby brother as the room shifted and rippled from its place. The room's fabric reached out and wrapped itself around Death's ebony arms, pulling her away and down, shoving her through the floor and into the void below.
‘My lord, forgive me but did you just throw Death out of the Dreaming?’ the librarian questioned, straightening her glasses.
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You were sure you were losing your mind as you stared at the talking bird. That statement alone was evidence enough that you had already lost your mind. The raven, or Matthew, as he introduced himself, fretted as you tore through the hallway, feebly trying to explain where you were and why you were.
‘So I am supposed to believe everything your say; you’re his fucking familiar.’
‘I am not a familiar! And for the last time, he is not a demon. And for all our sakes, do not let him hear you say that; he doesn’t get on with those things. He is Morpheus, King of this realm and Lord of Dreams, your soulmate.’
‘You expect me to believe that.’ You spat.
‘Well, you do have his mark.’
Your face twisted in a sour expression, but he continued, ‘see that mark… that's his sigil, the helm. It's a soul brand, intertwining you two lovers. I bet it's feeling a lot better now. Because no offence before, you looked like shit. Now you look normal.’
You peer down at your arm. In your fear and terror, you noticed the distinct absence of the burn and that dull ache that numbed you. You realised you felt better, better than you had felt in a long time. The mark even looked less angry; the thick, jagged lines were smoother, and the furious red was now a rosy pink. If the bird is fucking right, you were more screwed than you thought.
‘He told you this?’
The bird hopped a little closer, beady black orbs staring at you. ‘Well, no…Morpheus isn’t a big talker. I pieced it together.’ The bird sounded smug, its feathers puffing out with pride.
‘Well, if that is true, kidnapping me is not how you go about it.’ You snapped as you turned, marching through the seemingly endless hallway.
‘How would you ‘go about it’?’ the bird questioned from above you as it glided effortlessly through the air.
‘I dunno…flowers’, you grunted, trying every door you passed. Hissing, one by one, they refused to open. Why the fuck wouldn’t anything work?
‘Yeah, see, I haven’t been with him that long, but I am pretty sure that’s not how he rolls.’ The bird snipped.
You had to get stuck with an arsehole bird; it just rounded everything off perfectly.‘You are one of his creations, aren’t you? Shouldn’t you know ‘how he rolls?’
‘Not really; it's a funny story. I used to be human then; my wife's uncle did some shady supernatural shit, and my organs were stolen. It was this whole thing…. It doesn’t matter. What matters is you getting back in your room before Morpheus gets pissed?’ Matthew stonily retorted as his wings effortlessly gave the last flap before coming into land in front of her.‘Look, I know you're scared, I am with you on that front, but can you get your shit together for 5 minutes and examine the facts before tall dark and your fucking soulmate finds you missing….. too late’ he sighed.
You scrunched up your features as you looked at the sassy bird. Then you felt it, the sensation of flying. The sensation only lasted seconds before your saw those frightening, beautiful eyes; the grey was almost completely eroded by black till only thin flickers of silver remained. His movements were fast; his body pressed close to yours. Large hands roamed your body, tugging harshly against the fabric of your nightwear, trying to get to some warm flesh. Before you could comprehend what was happening, his mouth pressed firmly over yours, mouth goading, tongue teasing. It was needy and demanding, his hands seeking assurance that you were still there. Fingertips grazed the raised flesh on your arms, sending your body into a frenzy of convulsions. You felt everything, every nerve, every impulse, every feeling.
It was too much. It was so intense your thought your whole body was alight.
With an almighty shove, you pushed Morpheus away. He barely moved, but the small distance gave you room to burrow into the safety of a corner. The hallway was now a dead end with no means of escaping the panting mess that was your captive. Only you could be kidnapped by a man who stole you away to a realm where only he had complete control.
There was a sadness in him. You had felt that, but there was a dark and consuming possession that terrified you.
'I…can’t… this is too much…I want to…need to leave.’ You panted under his dark eyes.
Morpheus was still hunched over, his slim body trembling under your gaze. He almost reminded you of how a leopard looked seconds before it pounced.
‘You are mine! I have endured eternity alone, been rejected and cast aside, but my own soulmate will not reject me. If you are not happy in the dreaming, maybe you would prefer somewhere a little less comfortable.’
Tears pricked your vision as sand spilt from his palm, pulling you into darkness.
How was that? I am on a roll!
Sooooo any idea where he has thrown her? I will give you a clue it is not in hell; I think they have a limit on how many spurned lovers you can hold at one time.
Also, for the attention for all the Dark!Morpheus lovers, would you like to read a one-shot Morpheus dark fic featuring corruption, forced marriage with a massive helping of smut, and maybe some breeding kink thrown in for extra measure….. what do you think? Let me know below.
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Claiming his Queen Part 4
Masterlists
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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Morpheus Alphabet NSFW.-B
So Claiming his Queen part 4 will not be up tonight as I am writing a juicy ending to the chapter, so as a thanks for all your amazing support please find my first submission to Morpheus Alphabet NSFW. If anyone has any requests A-Z let me know!
Warnings- Smut, sexual content 18+
Blowjob
You talked a lot. You would ramble on about things that held no importance in the mind of a god, things you realize now he probably had not got the slightest clue about. But he looked happy to listen, his eyes bright and mouth slightly curved. But you didn’t fail to notice how his eyes settled on your lips as you talked. Darkening as your tongue poked out, dampening your chapped lips.
Morpheus was a stoic man; most might think his indifference was a coldness, but it was simply uncertainty because beneath that façade of chiselled features was a passion, a burning desire that demanded total submission. You had seen the dark stares when someone accidentally brushed past you, when your smile lingered a little too long, or how Morpheus silently demanded to join you in the most mundane activities. Yet, he seemed reluctant to pull you closer; he kept his touches light and innocent, maddening in their tenderness.
‘Are you listening to me?’ You laugh as you nudge the man next to you.
‘Hmmmmm.’
He looked at peace next to you on the bed. He liked to spend time with you in his chambers, lounging on the bed, listening to you. He was so beautiful. Downing the rest of the wine, never taking your eyes off him, you made your move. The alcohol made you heady, not drunk, barely tipsy, but it took the edge off of your insecurities.
Closing across the distance, your cheeks flushed as his eyes darkened. You gave him your best dazzling smile as you eased yourself up on your knees, rising to kiss his cheek. You looked across at him, flattening your palms on his chest.
You wanted, no needed to make him go wild, to stop his delicate touches and really touch you, to pull apart and put you back together again.
You let your lips wander along his jaw and neck, licking and sucking across the expanse of his pale skin.
You were so wet as his touch ventured to places you'd never felt his touch before. Your hands wandered over his chest, taking in the feeling of his muscles through the thin fabric, then scrambling to open the buttons of his shirt, satisfaction mewling inside you as each one popped.
‘What are you up to, darling,’ he said, his voice rough and low, sending shivers running through you as he pulled at your hair to gaze at him.
‘I know you like my mouth, I see how you stare at it, and I want to make you feel good.’ You purred.
‘Your mere presence blesses me.’ Morpheus soothed. But you didn’t miss it, that rawness that mingled underneath.
You know that he wants this, to be worshipped, to be cared for. You move your lips back to cover his, pulling a moan from him as your mouths tug and nip. Your tongue teasing the roof of his mouth. Coyly, you pulled away, peppering kisses down his neck, licking your way to his nipples. Your king of Dreams throws his head back as a deep primal moan pulls itself from his throat.
Spurred on, you stood abruptly, stepping in front of his parted legs. His steely eyes follow your movement with predator focus. That darkness within him was almost to the surface, pushing at the cracks in his armour.
You grasp the hem of your nightshirt, tugging it over your head. You were bare before him for the first time. Heat surging from your cheeks and down your neck reddening your chest only to have it blush brighter as your saw the thick outline of his hardness through his trousers.
You sank to your knees, eyes never leaving his. You bite your lip as you tug weakly at his robes till, thankfully, they have cast away in a swirl of black material, leaving him bare beneath your gaze. Gods, how perfect he was.
Settling between his thighs, enjoying the primal look in his eyes as he drinks you in. When your hand closes around him, he bucks helplessly into your hand, his eyes completely black with desire. You brush your lips up along the underside of his cock your fingers travelling down to massage his balls, pleased to find him well groomed with just a coarse bush of hair.
When you close your lips over the head and suck, he whimpers. You had made Dream of the Endless whimper; you were giddy but not enough that the sound didn’t go straight to your core, and you felt a rush of wetness. You bob your head taking all of him that you can, hollowing your cheeks. You set a rhythm meeting his shallow thrust while stroking what doesn't fit into your mouth, alternating with massaging his balls.
For a man so quiet, he seems to have great pleasure in letting out a string of grunts and groans, his eyes greedily watching as you took him in your mouth. The sound of him only drives you, desperate to satisfy him, to bring out that dominating side of him. You want his mind to turn to desire and him to stop being gentle and chasted. You run your nails down his thighs, scratching lightly.
He jerks, surging up into your mouth, breathing through your nose, you took him as deep as you could. Morpheus’s grunt vibrated through the room. It's too deep, and you choke around him before your throat relaxes again. The desire in his eyes is still there, but now there is concern, and he shifts back against the bed. Quickly, you grab his hips holding him in place before you sink down again. He's so big and thick in your mouth you couldn’t help but splutter as you guided him back into your throat.
Morpheus hadn’t taken his eyes off of you since you stood above him like a goddess disrobing yourself and letting him take in your naked glory. Now he was hunched over, watching as you sinfully guided him into your mouth. He wants to hold back, but when you're looking at him through the dark line of your lashes, he just can't. He feels his balls tighten, and that power bubble up in his thighs, pushing its way to his stomach.
A growl ripped its way from his body as he came hard, hips thrusting his cock sloppily into your mouth, eyes watching as she swallowed every last drop before lavishing attention on his head, gripping the base with one hand as your other cups his balls in your palm pulling him through the aftershock of his shattering orgasm.
Morpheus shudders, panting hard and gripping the tattered covers tightly. You look up and feel a surge of pure joy at the bliss on his face that only falters as you see the dark expression on his face.
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Summoned Part 2
Rumours around the absence of the Dream Lord had been circling for the last 100 years or so. Every possibility had been verbalised, not that you believed any of it. Something had happened. It was impossible not to have felt the disturbance, the delicate balance that had completely been thrown off. The world was not the same after that; it became aimless and bitter. Wherever and whyever he disappeared to seemed to be the reason the being wanted to restamp his mark on the universe upon his return.
The endless were a strange lot but never had they married. Even Night had not married Time. So, the announcement sent shock waves through the waking world. Who he chose would become consort to the Dreaming and restore themselves to their previous glory, if not greater.
The age of gods and goddesses was long over, and most had perished to Time; most faced annelation in a fury only to whimper out like a damp spark. Others, like yourself, faded, clinging to the last vestige of their power. Your cauldron allowed you to brew your potions and inspire just enough to still exist; others had clung to their earlier fame, trying to retrain what they once had.
You grimace as you linger on the outside of the crowds. Too far away to see the King astride his throne save for those eyes, like burning stars watching impassively as Mightly Thor thrust up his hammer into the air sending a stream of lightening above the crowds. A great brooding cloud dominated room, sending a savage downpour of frozen rain onto the marble floor, drenching the other gods and goddesses. Aphrodite shrieked at her robes, sagging and crumpling in the water, causing the bulging redhead god to chortle ungracefully as he bowed off.
One after the other, each God or goddess gifted the Dream Lord with an offering, each in competition with the last. Hermes had gifted a pair of golden wings, Aphrodite a large pearl seashell with nymph attendants who cowered beneath the shell as they proffered it up. Jiurtain Xuanniu offered her own phoenix egg, Inanna her eight-pointed sun. Thor, his thunder. Your offering was so insignificant in comparison. Though you crafted your best potions and elixirs, nested in a twisted basket of purest vines of inspiration nurtured by yourself, it was simply not enough.
It was not that you did not want to be the future queen; you would be restored, elevated above anything you had previously been. You would lie if you said you hadn't plotted against the others. Being a goddess of knowledge gave you a slight edge in this race. You knew exact strengths and weaknesses of the other contenders and exactly how you wanted to present yourself.
You had painstakingly weaved traditional robes, tied at the shoulder with your mother's Celtic knot. Not the elegant silks or plush furs of the others but it showed of your comely figure. You even placed your hair perfectly, to reveal your graceful neck and decolletage, even applied one of your own balms to your face and body. You looked beautiful but were not a goddess of beauty or love. Nor held the power that might beguile him. Your skill should be enough to catch the Endless's attention. But a deep sense of unease settled within you.
The pageantry was sickening, fawning and fighting over a throne that would stop them from going a little further. Peitho had already taunted Eros to tears and had some of her follower's spill wine over Bathsheba's gown, no doubt under Aphrodite's orders. Peitho's outfit was undoubtedly an attempt to seduce, if it could call it an outfit. She wore a thin sheer belt around her waist tied at the hip, just enough to hide the lower regions of her body; her upper body was completely bare bronze breasts stood proudly out, no doubt to gain favour. It was not just them; the others had preened themselves too. The remaining Valkyries wore full flowing gowns and thick leather breastplates; one of their spears had already maimed some deity causing quite a scene, enough to solicit a sharp, steely glare from the King at his thrones. The room was tense, rippling with need and a sense of urgency, a perfect atmosphere for war. You had not fought in the hundreds of battles on earth and had no intention of wanting to fight now, even if that meant you were restored.
"Lady of the Cauldron, goddess of knowledge, inspiration, witchcraft, and medicine. Daughter of Ceridwen. You may approach and submit your offering." the raven voice rang clear across the throne room.
You were so lost in thought that you had not realised the line had advanced. Shaking off your thought, you inclined your head before proffering the basket you had made. Forcing your eyes up, you held your gaze demurely.
Up close, he was nothing like you had imagined. He has been crafted in a star, skin like diamond dust hair as if it had been crafted by Night itself, which of course, it had been. The red of his ruby shone out against the paleness of his cheek where it laid just above his heart, that's if he had a heart, to begin with.
Mercury's eyes held you. Swirling like a hurricane, you were not blind to the atrocity he has caused, the pain and suffering, what God had not caused that, but there was something hollow in the God. Empty. Desolate
"I... I offer you my best potions, my knowledge of hearth and home, and the inspiration of every artisan. To aid you in seeking prosperity." The words sounded as weak as you felt. You had this grand gestured speech planned, practised to perfection, but it died on your lips like hopes.
Bowing your head, you lifted the basket for the attendant, who plucked it from your hands. Like the other, the King remained silent, his gaze burning into you as you retreated backwards till you could no longer see his eyes.
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Upon the dance banquet hall, you pondered who would be chosen. Would it be an embodiment of war or of peace, love or beauty? He may even pick one of the elemental creatures gracing the room. Maybe even a fairy or selkie. The Dream Lord gave nothing away, treating every one of his offerings with indifference. So, when the last offering had been given, and the feast called, there was a certain amount of disappointment that no proposal was made.
Fountains of nectar and waterfalls of nectar flowed in the great hall. Fruits and pastries glistened under the touches that lined the walls. Steam trailed from palates of boar, suckling pigs, venison, turkeys, geese, game, poultry, brawn, great joints of meats, long wreaths of sausages, pies, barrels of oysters, red hot chestnuts, immense cake, and seething bowls of pudding. There were jugs of mead, negus, ale and beer and tankers of toddy. Food that you had long forgotten even existed piled high like in the times of old.
Yet you ate nothing, touched nothing. While all around you gouged and made merry, you wished to escape. There was something in his eyes, something bewitching, something that terrified you. Endless magic was, after all, completely different from the magic any of the gods and goddesses possessed. All the knowledge you and your cauldron have amassed it was all useless here, this was unknown. You were not prepared to allow yourself the foolishness and quick tempted reactions that had befell your mother to her fate.
"Lady of the Cauldron,’’ a strange voice called from an even stranger creature dressed in a heavily embroidered waist coat. ‘’I must say your offering is one of my favourites; the basket style is... unique never seen such interesting wood." A strange creature primely bowed to you.
"They are vines of inspiration; they used to grow worldwide till... I cultivated these myself, enthused them with my potions; they should still bloom and spread their pollen to bless the King and his new consort’’ you politely dipped your head.
"Ahh, the flower... I have read about your illustrious flowers. Blooms that inspired some of the greatest minds...’’
A soft glow flowered within you; it had been years since anyone had even acknowledge your blooms and a need to reward that praise.
"Then take this..." You smiled unwinding one of the flowers that decorated your hair.
'My lady...I simply cannot..."
'You are by far the nicest creature here; take it as a token of apparition for being nice. I hope the bloom inspires you." You offered.
‘’Thank you" And with that, the pointy ear creature plucked the flower from your hand and placed it in their lapel as an uproar surged in the room.
"What is happening?"
"The king is giving out Golden Apples to those he deems agreeable to court for his potential future consort." The creature primely supplied the answer, as they adjusted the flower, smelling the fragrant bloom.
Straining your neck, you peered above the crowd. Of course, Aphrodite has an apple, held aloft in the air as she was carried on the soldiers of her nymphs. A few other apples shone brightly around the room, though those who had received them were obscured as the rest of the guests crowded around to see the precious apples. Which meant the festivities were over, and you were finally free to return home.
Free...
"Will you honour me by accepting this apple," A deep voice pulled through the air despite the calamity around you.
Beside you, the shadowy figure curled over you, his eyes burning like a dying star as the bared down. Your eyes strained at the brightness of the apple, recoiling as it was held higher by the pale hands. An apple? For you? A shiver of pride or was its terror ran through you as you regard it for moment. A legendary golden apple, like the ones that once graced the silver branches of Ireland and the tree on top of Mount Olympus.
"Lady of the Cauldron, will you not honour me with your acceptance, or am I unworthy of your affections and to be your future husband?"
His skin burned into your fingertips as you delicately plucked the golden from his open palm. Mutely staring at it in your cupped hand, so large and plump and so heavy.
"A gift as a token of goodwill, I hope to find my consort among you.' the Dream Lords voice reverberated against the walls. "Take a bite."
The others had already sunk their teeth into their apple before he had finished his words, moaning in ecstasy as they devoured their apples.
"Take a bite, Lady of the Cauldron you wouldn’t want to offend me." his voice echoed darkly in your ear as hesitantly your teeth sunk into the golden flesh.
His eyes burnt in you as the fresh sour crunch burst in your mouth, chocking you as the juice tickled down your chin and neck.
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Summoned
At one time, you might have considered yourself a goddess. At one point, you were the most sought-after goddess in the whole of the British Isles. After your mother's passing, you had inherited her cauldron and her skill, and the potions you had, and the magic you weaved stood renown across the globe. Till the wars began. One after the other, they raged, ravaging the land and its people. Till there was nothing left. You watched as religions came and went, kings and queens perished before your eyes. All the while, you endured. Unlike most of your kind, you were content to endure, not wage war on the humans or the other gods and goddesses, and you watched as every single other one toppled into the dirt.
Now you were nothing. Which is why the school delicately perched in ravens mouth was so unexpected.
The Dream Lord was back, and he was looking for a bride.
You had been summoned and you must answer.
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