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“-we need him alive, and I repeat, alive. His arm is attached to his body and being powered by his life force. Biolight, is said to be able to, besides all hard light functionalities and being able to mimic life, allow him to get in to people’s minds after his tech comes in contact with a target, remember that, and don’t fuck this up.”
Vendetta, speaks and Moira is already bored and can’t wait to experiment with some of the adjustments she did during the week on the field.
In the end, playing on the field didn’t bear the results Moira was expecting.
The doctor was now sat by her desk, with light shining onto her skin, showcasing her mistake of being in the middle of active fire and getting shot by something pink in the process. She hadn’t noticed at first, until she took out one of the biggest shards and the wound just closed in front of her eyes, noticing that the previous ones also disappeared, Moira was now just observing as she took them out and healed.
“The cure seems to come from the pink shard, allowing me to go back to the previous state of full health, or what can be considered so… That said, doesn’t seem to apply to previous damage or degradation. Our enemy seems to have a very interesting mind to want to damage the enemy enough to incapacitate them from fighting, but healing them once they are able to be taken care of. Very impressive technology…”
She takes the last shard out, deciding to analyse it tomorrow after she recuperates. It seems that the healing also only applies to physical, since mentally, the doctor feels exhausted.
Moira gets up, turning the recorder and light off, and directs herself to her bedroom.
Once upon arrival, she changes in to her pyjamas, laying down and feeling deep heavy sleep wash on to her.
Moira wakes up in a dark, void-like place, nothing simillar to her own room, and in the near distance she sees what appears to be a bed with a man with his back towards her on top of it, she decides to approach.
“Who do we have here…?”
His voice is soft but firm as he turns towards her. He has beautiful pearl like hair cascading down his back, sweet almond coloured eyes stare at her as his eyebrows shoot up, juicy lips come down from a slight smile, and turn into a confused something. The man is basically naked, except for a tattoo on his pelvis, seemingly composed of what she could consider a cyber sigilism design of sorts and a lotus as the focus of the art, ending right above the man’s nakedness.
“Excuse me the question, but are you on the right place?”
Niran asks.
“I don’t know, I’m not the incubus here, am I, Niran?”
Moira points with her chin towards his tattoo, and upon looking towards where she pointed, Niran releases a short laugh. Moira feels like there are bells shimming all around them.
He proceeds to swiftly get up from the bed, and with a wave from his hand, a pair of pink horns and a pink tail to match form, making his way to the woman and leaning his arms over her shoulders.
“Indeed, doctor… What would you want me to do then? I am all yours as long as you want me…”
The whisper in her ear almost sends a chill down her spine. He lowers his hands and guides her towards the bed, where with a small touch, she sits on top, he follows to straddle(?) her lap, placing her hands on his waist.
Moira moves her hands down his spine, feeling the start of the tail at the end of his spine, following it towards the tip, pulling it closer to observe the material. Just like the shards, the made-up appendages are made out of the same material, emanating some warmth.
…”Your technology truly is ingenious to the point that I decided to make you up in my dreams with such a peculiar form to yourself, I didn’t have any idea that I would create you like this in my mind.”
She hears another slight chuckle.
“You have a very peculiar taste then, doctor.”
His hands trail down from their rest at her shoulders, towards her dick, which he grasps lightly and pumps slowly.
Moira only now notices she is also naked, and, in addition, hard, and the gorgeous, ingenious man, dream demon, whatever he is right now, is getting her harder by the second. Suddenly, the demon moves and slides from her lap to his knees between hers, being sure to leave his hands resting on her thighs and staring her in the eyes with a little glint and a short smirk.
“Precisely.”
The demon’s smirk expands in to a gorgeous smile as he approaches her dick leaving a small kiss at the tip. Moira can feel the blood in her veins pump faster, her lips and throat get dry and her face get an itsy bitsy warmer. The demon’s eyes never leave hers as he licks her dick from bottom to the tip and as he wraps around her and goes down fully. Moira´s hand goes straight to his head, grabbing at the base of one of the horns as the other one has a death grip on the sheets.
The demon comes back up, leaving the tip over his tongue, as if presenting a good site for Moira to cover with cum. Fixated on such view, she guides his head back down, observing as his lips fit around her, as his breath is steady even though she is taking him to her hilt, as his eyes still haven’t left hers. Moira really could cum on this face alone. She can feel herself reach the back of his throat and she knows she is close. She’s glad that this is a dream, because the grip she has on the sheets, has now transferred to the grip she has on his head. She didn’t even accelerate his pace, but the fact that he just took her at her pace, and took her fully too… She really needed to stop, or she was going to wake up too soon.
Moira slowly stops him, pulling him back and seeing a very dramatic, sad look in his face.
“Sad you haven’t gotten your meal yet, demon?”
The glint in his eye comes back along with the smirk.
“As said before, I am here, for as long as you’ll want me, doctor…”
“Good.”
Moira then helps the demon up, switching their places and laying him in the bed, getting on top of him.
“I want to see until when you’re able to hold yourself.”
The demon brings the smirk back to his lips, nodding.
Moira sits by his side, and allows her hand to travel though his body, intrigued by the choice of her imagination, she starts travelling her hand on his chest area, where she notices very faint scars on his pecs, probably due to a top surgery, going down on his toned body, very tan too with some sprinkles of, almost invisible, white hairs, that leave a soft glow on him, down to his hips, below his belly button, tracing over the tattoo and ending right above his clit, feeling him shudder and hearing a light whimper.
The doctor looks up at the demon’s eyes, a light pink dust covering his cheeks, he seems in trance with her actions, only noticing after a moment that she has stopped and is now observing his face. Still observing him, she slowly dips her hand in to his pussy, going over his clit and between the folds, feeling him wet. His mouth parts and there’s a shaky breath. Moira approaches his ear.
“Didn’t know demon’s could get like this for a meal…”
She then brings her fingers to her lips, always being followed by his eyes, and licks them, feeling his taste, being sure to exaggerate on the licking, as to give a show to the demon.
She brings her hand back down, rubbing over him, spreading his wetness over his folds, and slowly entering a finger in to him, feeling wet, tight walls, greet her. In search for resistance, she goes further until she is knuckle deep into him. She can feel herself smirk, looking back up at his eyes and having his follow upwards, stopping by her lips, getting distracted and leaning in for a kiss.
Moira starts curling the finger, deciding that he truly did prepare himself for this, and adding a second one, leaving her thumb massaging his clit. She can feel him tense up from the stimulation, shaky breaths leaving his lips more frequently and a few gasps.
Decided that she wants more of his expressions and sounds, she takes her fingers out, cleaning them on his thighs as she spreads them, leaving his cunt exposed, afterwards placing her hand lightly over the area and lightly slapping him. Instantaneously, the demon jolts, his legs and belly tense and under her hand she can feel him clench. A loud grunt leaves him.
“Fuck… Can…can you do that again?”
A breathy laugh leaves the doctor, as she massages the spot a bit before repeating the motion and having the demon drag out a moan. Awaiting for more asks from the demon, Moira goes back to dipping her fingers in to him, slowly entering and leaving, to give the demon some time, getting a moan as an answer.
The demon then taps her on her arm, having her stop and take out her fingers. He then changes position, kneeling with his back to her and lowering his chest to the bed, leaving his ass and pussy exposed.
“Please, go harder. I can take it.”
At this point, the doctor doesn’t even know how she hasn’t cum all over the demon, her dreams are doing a great job at keeping her wired and very much interested in not waking up.
Moira gets her two fingers back inside, this time, stepping up her pace, as her other hand rubs his clitoris, having him clench around her, and leaving her fixated on the muscles surrounding her knuckles as they tense and relax. This time, she can also see his thigh and ass muscles tense, due to his position, leaving him exposed.
She decides to torture his G spot from the inside, along with pressuring his clit, feeling him clench wildly around her. Moira takes her fingers out, quickly delivering a slap right on top of his folds, feeling her wet hand come in contact with him, and hearing a sound she can only describe as marvellous: a beautiful honey coated moan. And just as quickly she left him, she comes back inside at full force, making faster movements with both her hands, getting gorgeous moans, louder and faster paced. She wishes she could do this outside of the dream, she would spend her days just listening to these sounds.
Moira then notices her work paying off, besides the obvious moans, a droplet of his precum has reached her elbow, additionally, she can hear the wet sounds coming from his pussy, from how wet he is.
Once again, she quickly stops to deliver another slap on him, this time feeling his wetness drip from him as they make contact, the demon is probably close to cumming, but Moira can’t have that…
She goes back to fingering him mercilessly, hearing him get louder, her own excited breath accompanying his. She can hear his pleas, very weak, almost inaudible from all of his moaning.
“I don’t want you to cum yet, pet.”
And she stops. With that, a long moan leaves him, almost as if in pain, but the demon doesn’t complain.
She sits at the edge of the bed, and he follows. The woman then places her hands on his hips, guiding him to her lap. He straddles her, and hold her dick to sit on her, having them both moan. He hugs her neck, licking and leaving kisses there, and then he moves, going up and down once, feeling her dick inside of him and they moan once again.
The demon then, pushes Moira to lay on the bed, placing his hand on her shoulder and starting to ride her. He felt pretty tight at this point, and she felt like exploding. It was a wonderful feeling of wetness and warmth around her, along with sweet, sweet, noises coming from that, ironically, angelical mouth.
Feeling them both as being close to cumming, Moira helps him with his job, by grabbing at his waist and helping him up and down, along with ramming in to him when possible. In the middle of all of the frantic movements, Moira allowed him to cum.
And with that, Moira was glad this was a dream, since the groans they made as they arrived, were too loud for her to be able to be considered respectable by her neighbour’s standards, and too obscene for her to want people, other than her, to hear, or remember, them.
This was a dream to remember…
“Still think this is a dream?”
She can hear the smile on his voice.
“I do. If it isn’t, I might have to hunt you down.”
Upon not receiving an immediate answer, she looks at his side, noticing him as wide eyed and as red as she ever saw him.
“I sure wish you follow up on that one, doctor…”
With that, the demon releases a breathy laugh.
Moira feels herself fall asleep once again.
They’re once again in the middle of a battlefield, trying to get the upper hand against the enemy. She keeps on hearing about sightings of the target they need to retrieve(?), but she herself hasn’t been in any kind of contact with the man yet.
She gets shot and hides in a corner behind a wall trying to quickly patch it.
Upon paying attention, she notices it is one of the shards similar to the ones from last time. She quickly tries to spot the offender, noticing a shadow elegantly, passing by in high ground, dashing across the sky.
Time seems to stop and they, somehow, stare at each other’s eyes, noticing a nervous expression, spread through the man’s face.
And, as he is falling, Moira notices his clothes coming up, revealing a very specific and precise tattoo, that she couldn’t have had imagined by herself.
Moira feels a smile form on her face.