“No, are you barmy?” the red-head added. “How hard up are you, anyway, getting a sodding stiffy with nothing more to look at than a pair of nipples? Not even the tits to go with them!”

I glanced down, mortified as my dream-body, clad in my black underwear, was indeed, sporting a sizeable stiffy. It protruded from the waistband, the head already glistening.

And I realised, immediately, and with a violent throb of my aching cock, that the nipples looked different because I had seen them now. Attached to their breasts … and those breasts attached to a naked Jemma Bliss, her body still damp from her shower, her towel dropped accidentally to the floor.

Her nipples were even more perfect than the ones my brain had previously concocted. I ran my hand over my shaft.

“None of that!” Dark Spicy’s nipple vibrated wildly, her eyebrows furrowed with fury. “Have you changed your plans, then, with the little human?”

My brows furrowed now, but with incomprehension. “I … I don’t know what you⁠—”

“Oh, come off it!” Red Spicy huffed. “You’re either going to keep fighting to steal her soul, or you’re gonna leave off, let her be … maybe even … woo her?”

“What? Woo her? Are you insane?” I backed away from them, but this was a dream, so no matter how far I moved, they were still directly in my face, those jutting nipples right at licking height.

“Ah, methinks the plonker doth protest too much!” Red Spicy chuckled. “He can’t stop thinking about her. It used to be just horny thoughts … but now …” She floated closer until her nipple mouth tickled my top lip. “Now there’re all these swoony ones going on in there, too!”

The pair of them cackled while I heated with shame. A devil lusting after a human was one thing—at least lust was to be expected from our kind. A devil daydreaming about romantic dates and chatting deep into the night—without even fucking first for badness’ sake—and caring for her, protecting her … wanting more for her … with her …

What was happening to me?

Their cackles ceased as abruptly as they had begun, leaving behind a ringing silence that had my stomach dropping.

“This is your last warning, Son of Satan.” Dark Spicy’s voice boomed deep, reverberating around the sudden swirling darkness of the dream. “There is a fork in the road … and only one path leads away from ruin …”

“Wait! Which path?” I demanded, but their faces faded, leaving only those perfect, plump nipples floating once more …

* * *

I woke with a gasp, my chest doing this odd, frantic thumping. My cock doing something similar, tenting the blankets. The dream had left me in a very uncomfortable combination of wildly aroused and overcome with dread. I would not be returning to slumber any time soon.