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Claris Tia greeted Gill Lovecraft with regret in her eyes.
“It was all a misunderstanding wasn’t it?” she asked ruefully.
She’d observed the anxious young man on countless occasions ever since their time as college roomies back at Los York University. Entering his dreams had been such an easy habit to fall into, but things seemed to have gotten out of hand. Rather than resting more soundly in her presence, he started to turn frazzled. Her once nurturing and happily domestic friend became more and more agitated. And then he had up and left the apartment altogether.
“C-Claris! What are you doing here?” He looked shocked at her presence, which was understandable. She had shown up unannounced, after all.
“Long time no see, Gill!” She said with a cheerful wave as she sauntered into his quarters as if she had every right to be there. “I was just passing through the area, and I thought I would drop in and say hello.”
"Tell me, am I dreaming?"
She shook her head, and her graceful hand reached out to muss his soft orange hair. Claris enjoyed the effect combined with the incredulous expression that spread across his face. He always looked so vulnerable. She remembered how his dreams had tasted rich and satisfying like a fine pastry with a hint of sugar sweetness, even better than her favorite fruit tarts.
Gill’s bedroom at his family’s estate in Boltamore was comfortably furnished and much like his living space back at their apartment, with model cars strewn about and automotive-themed photos on the wall. He had finally managed to escape the hustle and bustle of Los York, and Claris was happy for him. Here he could write and tinker with machinery and do whatever he wanted, far from the influence of the big city and any strange supernatural circumstances that he could have been involved in. Someone as earnest and kindhearted as Gill was like catnip to demons and demigods alike, and it was only a matter of time before trouble found him. And here at least, there were no nosy colleagues around who would accuse him of being an awkward eccentric.
She heard Gill swallow with an audible gulp as he scrambled backwards so that he was pressed against his headboard.
“I uh, wasn’t expecting you! Aren’t you getting a little too close?” Gill’s eyes were wide as she fearlessly approached him. He was surely wary of her after everything that had happened in Los York that had led to him finding out exactly who and what she truly was.
“Oh Gill,” Claris glided over to his bed soundlessly. “I came because you never even said goodbye! We were so worried about you.” The last part was not technically true - she had not consulted anyone else before taking it upon herself to pursue Gill all the way back to his hometown. He had moved out of the apartment unannounced, no doubt finally feeling like he was escaping the weird energy that haunted his sleep. Claris had felt a pang in her demonic heart when she came home that day and saw his vacated room looking bare and devoid of any sign of habitation.
All he’d needed was someone to love, and all the while she had been treating his feelings carelessly, casually entering his dreams and leaving him inexplicably horny all the time. Surely she could make it up to him.
And thus she’d found her way to this unfamiliar town and magically finagled her way into the room where he’d sought his refuge.
All Gill needed was someone to confide in, but as a being of lust, Claris knew she could provide more than that. So much more.
“I see you're already dressed for bed, Gill. That’s certainly convenient.” She ran her eyes over his bare torso before he had the chance to yank up the sheets to hide himself.
“Don’t worry. I won’t bite.” Still moving cautiously, she approached the bed and crept forward onto it with hands and knees. As she did so, her garments began to fade and disappear into thin air, starting with her ankle boots and followed by her bell bottoms and layered blouse. Soon she was in nothing more than jewelry and her lacy crimson bra and panties: a courtesy towards Gill and his mortal conception of modesty.
In a swift movement, she was on top of him, caging him with her limbs.
“Wh-what are you doing, Claris?!” Gill had pressed his body back as far as it could go, and up close she noted he was visibly trembling.
“My plan is to spend the night with you, Gill,” Claris stated matter-of-factly. She lowered her head to his ear, and continued with a whisper. “I’m going to make your dreams come true.”
Because I peeked at them and know that's exactly what you want she added in her head.
Gill let out a strangled gasp that only fueled Claris’ determination. With a flourish, she yanked down the coverlet, exposing his naked form. Just as he was catching his breath, she moved to straddle his waist.
With a smirk, she plucked the glasses from his temple and placed them on the bedside table.
“Why don’t you let me make it up to you? I want to say how sorry I am for all the times I came into your dreams without asking.” She put her hands palms-down and gently placed them on his chest, right over his heart.
“I…never thought you would want this with me.” Gill’s voice was strained, but his resistance was clearly flagging. “You were so beautiful…so radiant.” He looked so lost and forlorn that Claris felt the urge to comfort him and leaned down to place a gentle kiss on his forehead. The man beneath her surprised her then by reaching up to cup her face and held her still as he craned his neck to kiss her on the lips. He was clumsy but, his movements were firm and insistent. So very like Gill.
Her demon senses were tingling. Beneath the nervous trembling, she became aware of something hot and desperate stirring. There beneath the smooth cheeks of her ass, she felt him get hard.
“Oh what’s this?” She reached out to stroke Gill’s length with her fingertip, and he moaned in the most piteous way.
His head fell against her torso as he bucked his hips, overcome with need. Claris reached out an elegant hand again and stroked his cheek affectionately. She bowed slightly, bringing her bosom next to his face as her brassiere disappeared in a wisp of red.
“Take it in your mouth, Gill,” she instructed calmly. He complied instantly. She didn’t have to use her magic at all.
His hand reached out to cup the swell of her breasts as his mouth latched onto her, causing her to sigh. She squeezed his hard cock as his tongue laved her peaked nipple.
Gill continued to suck frantically as she ran her hand up and down his shaft, squeezing him and alternating between delicacy and mercilessness, over and over again. Before long, her palm finished him, and he came sobbing her name as he spilled himself all over.
Claris smirked and held back a satisfied laugh. With a wave of her hand, the mess was gone. Surely there was more where that came from. She stepped over into the bathroom, curious as to whether she would find anything interesting.
“Ah, it looks like you already have what we need.” She nonchalantly rustled around in Gill’s medicine cabinet and returned playfully waving a bottle of lube in her hand.
At the sight of what she held, he flushed an even deeper shade of red.
“It’s good that you know what you like,” Claris patted his shoulder reassuringly. “It’s even cherry-flavored. How fun!” Very good. It seemed she would have to conjure but a single item.
She then stood back and held out her hands dramatically as she allowed her magic to accumulate at her fingertips. A cloud of lavender smoke billowed around her, half obscuring her from view. When it began to dissipate, she held a device customized especially for the occasion.
Human sex toys were so quaint.
Gill gasped at the sight of strap-on she now cradled in her hands. A less perceptive being might have registered his wide eyes and hitched breath as signs of shock or wariness, but Claris could sense exactly what he was feeling: pure excitement. And as if any further evidence of his true wants was needed, his erection stood rock hard and bulging once again.
“Do you want to continue, Gill?” she asked sincerely.
He froze for just a moment, and then began nodding fervently.
“How honest!” she exclaimed with delight just before she leaned forward to kiss him deeply. It was a sloppy, awkward kiss, and Gill seemed not to know what to do with tongue, but Claris found it most pleasing. She heard him whimper in a deliciously pitiful way as she pulled back to admire how wanton he now looked.
Licking her lips with anticipation, she knelt on the bed and arranged the strap of her accessory securely around her waist.
She coated the silicone cock liberally with the lube, curiously observing Gill’s practically incredulous reaction. He did not yell when she turned him over nor did he react with shock when her fingers brought more lube to his entrance and stretched him. Claris was painstakingly gentle as she aimed not to startle, and all he felt was a blunt but insistent pressure preparing him. He showed no pain when she pushed into him. All Gill did was moan, loudly and happily as if he had been waiting for this.
“Do you like it, Gill?” Claris asked with a grin even though it was obvious what his answer was.
“Yes! I, want you Claris. I l-love you! Please-, don’t stop!” Gill’s voice was frantic, and it sent a triumphant feeling running through her.
“Not as long as you don’t want me too, Gill dear.” She placed a tender kiss next to his earlobe and set to work, fucking him deeper with a languid snap of her hips.
"That's a good girl," she purred as he held still and yielded with a pleasured gasp. Claris saw the tips of his ears turn pink, and she knew he liked what she had said.
She pleasured him through the night, her own hunger urging her to milk his sweet spot until he buried his face into the pillows and sobbed as he came once more.
"Don't take off again, alright?" She reached down to turn Gill’s face to hers and kissed him warmly between his heavy pants to catch his breath.
"Mmhm," he accepted her ministrations with a dazed, happy smile. "I should have been honest with you back in Los York...I'm done running away from my feelings." He grinned up at her sheepishly.
Satisfied, Claris gave him one last kiss as she pulled out. The whine he made was short-lived as she helped him onto his back and spread his legs for another round.
"Claris!" His cry of her name soon melted into gasps as she took him again.
Their fingers laced together, and the warmth of reassurance ran through them both. Whether in dreams or reality, his heart's desires were there for her and her alone to witness.