MagnusDreams. They come regularly now. I wished they wouldn’t. Every dream begins the same way. I have Erina in my arms, and we make love. I whisper my love to her, and then she rips out my heart and devours it while I watch. Then I wake up screaming. Every damn night. Or whatever time it was. There was no distinction between day and night in that cave.But it wasn’t Erina in my arms when I woke. It was the witch, Sabelle. Spread out on my chest, her red hair covered us like a blanket of flame. She felt weightless, insubstantial, like the smoke wafting from the hearth and yet as heavy as a burden of sin pressing down on my soul.She was insatiable and impossible to resist. “Don’t tell me you’re tired, pet? I’m not,” she purred in my ear, already reaching for my aching cock, which sprang to life at her touch, obeying her as if she had bewitched it.“Leave me alone, Sabelle. I need to rest. You’re killing me.” I pried her hand from my cock. “You’ve milked me dry.”She sat up, grinning
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