“So pliant for your demon,” I whispered against her lips with a smile, loving how weakened she was from all the pleasure I’d demanded from her body. All she could do was lay there and moan with legs spread wide as I stroked inside her slowly.

“I love you, Lacey,” I whispered in her ear as I enjoyed the pleasure her body was giving me. I was addicted to her orgasms but also addicted to her cunt, wishing I could always be inside it—my tongue, my fingers, my cock. It didn’t matter what, though I did enjoy my cock inside her the most. It just felt so right, so perfect, so very good.

I’d never tire of being inside Lacey. Which was such a pain for her because her body could only handle so much, even in dreams. Like now as she whimpered beneath me while little trails of tears slipping from the sides of her eyes. I looked on in wonder. This was my favorite part, taking her to the edge of what she could handle, until each orgasm made her thrash and cry out and each stroke of my long cock into her pussy made her shiver and gasp, tears streaming from her eyes.

Yet she still wanted more because Lacey was greedy.

And I always wanted more because there was a never-ending well of desire inside me.

So I looked on at her tears and groaned with satisfaction at what I’d done as I kept fucking her, kept feeling her warm body wrapped around my cock, milking me for my own pleasure.

“Do you love me too, Lacey?” I asked.

“Lorcan!” Dullahan’s voice boomed, waking me up. My eyes snapped open and I stared at the bedroom wall in front of me while I slowly realized where I was. I closed my eyes again and rolled on my back, rubbing my face and digging the heel of my palms into my eyes.

“What?” I groaned. When he said nothing I dropped my hands and looked over at him. He was in bed with me, giving me an odd look. Lacey had been truthful about making us all sleep in one room. Puca had chosen to sleep as a cat out on the living room couch instead.

Sometimes he scratched at her door in the night, waking her up. I knew this because I was in her dreams every single night and I found it annoying to get interrupted. I don’t think she ever let him into her room willingly but if she opened the door to yell at him, he’d dart in before she could catch him and then hide under the bed until she gave up. I could hear her yelling at him sometimes.

His tactics were annoying but effective. I wanted to complain but that would involve me admitting to being far too aware of her nighttime habits.

“What?” I asked Dullahan again when he failed to respond. He rubbed the scars on his face, covering his mouth as he mumbled that I was groaning in my sleep and then nodded towards my obvious erection tenting the blankets.