CHAPTER 27

"Now do you wanna cuddle?" he asked, his voice a whisper.

The bedspread beneath them caught on fire, and he let out a laugh and stood up, his dick slipping out of her. Lily grabbed the comforter and folded it up, putting out the flames, then turned to look at him, her eyes glowing red.

"Hey, it was just a joke." He held his hands up apologetically.

Lily let out a grunt, squinted her eyes, and then the giant dildo fell out of her, landing with a wet thud on the floor. It had a suction cup on the bottom, so it stuck in place, waving back and forth. Lily grunted again, and his semen dripped out of her ass, splattering on the floor next to it. Quite a bit of his spunk fell out, creating a huge mess on the floor.

"That's..." So many words ran through his mind, so he picked the one he figured would least likely get him in trouble. "So unladylike." He wrinkled his nose.

"The Dreamscape is self cleaning." She fixed her skirt, then adjusted her headband. "I haven't felt that full since my last gangbang."

"That... uh..." he wanted to ask more, but decided against it. "Okay."

"Oh, don't worry. It's still special when we do it." He was surprised when Lily threw herself at him, her cinnamon flavored tongue suddenly in his mouth. Stumbling backward in surprise, he bumped into the dresser, his hands grabbing the sides to steady himself.

Lily broke the kiss and stuck her hand in the mirror behind him. When he turned to watch, he saw that the surface of the mirror rippled like hot oil. Lily's hand clutched tightly to the shadow figure hiding in its reflection, pulling on his face like it was made of cloth.

"Gotcha, fucker. Now let's see who's under that mask!"

The mirror exploded, sending both of them across the room. Mike crashed into the wall, the wallpaper distorting like rubber behind him, allowing him to slide safely to the floor. Lily struggled to stand up, her wings and tail bursting into view.

"I'm going to hurt you so bad," she hissed, and stood to face the shadow.

Caretaker. The shadow's voice was a collection of whispers. It didn't even bother looking at Lily. I would speak with you.

"Oh, I don't think so, you nasty little pervert." Lily approached it, her hands morphing into claws. "Since you like to watch so much, I think you should watch me tear you a new asshole."

Enough. With the wave of a shadowy hand, Lily was smashed through the wall of the house by an unseen force, her headband falling to the floor. In the distance, he heard her shrieking with rage, her voice going quiet.

"Lily!" Mike ran to the hole, but all he could see was a series of holes through the house, eventually ending with the outside world and a fantastic view of the ocean. "What did you do to her?"

A succubus is a powerful weapon, yet you waste your time fornicating with her. The shadow's voice dripped with disgust. You have much power at your disposal, yet you squander it, achieving nothing. Your journey is far, and you take so few steps. I merely removed a distraction that we may speak.

"I'm not trying to achieve anything. We're all just trying to get by, and things have been really nice recently. Except for shit like this." He turned to the shadow and let his wrath bleed into the dream. The floor creaked beneath his feet, and the baseboards turned into gnarled claws that reached for the shadow's feet but couldn't quite reach.

And yet, one of your own has been taken. The shadow rippled, then walked to the door of the room. It is a slight that cannot be suffered.

Mike squinted his eyes at the shadow, curiosity overriding his anger. "And what would you know of it?"

I am not bound by any law, faerie or otherwise. I have seen the gilded cage, and heard the queen speak ill of you. Mark my words, she is a dangerous foe who would take the world from you if she could.

"I'm glad to hear that you care so much about my personal well being." Mike sat on the bed and crossed his arms. "I suppose the offer to help me for a price is coming now, right?" Every time the shadow spoke with him, it offered him immeasurable power for just a piece of his soul. Soul magic was extremely dangerous, and he had been warned about letting a piece of his go. The previous Caretaker, his Great Aunt Emily, had gone crazy and done shady things before she died, and he had a suspicion that the shadow had been the reason behind it.

The shadow hissed, a sound very much like boiling water. You would be wise not to discount my advice. The time will come when you will beg for my assistance, Caretaker. Your world will—

"Burn, right?" Mike finished the shadow's statement, tilting his head to look through the hole in the wall. In the distance, dark wings flapped furiously, and he could see the murderous gleam in Lily's eyes, even from this distance. "It's always about fire, the house burning, I'm burning, my world is burning, blah blah blah. Maybe we should make a different kind of deal?"

The shadow cocked its head. Such as?

"Tell me what I want to know and I'll keep her from kicking your ass."

What?

Lily burst through the hole in the wall, her razor-sharp fingers closing around the shadow's neck.

"Nasty little fuck!" she shook her hands, but the shadow melted through her, his hands now closed tightly around her throat. Lily gasped in pain, her eyes bugging out and her tail striking at the shadow and hitting nothing. Mike tried to stand, but the air in the room was suddenly so dense that he could no longer move. He slid off the mattress, struggling to breathe.