Dream X Corpse Novels & Stories

The Dragons’ Paid Pussy Cordelia lay limp on the padded bench, her body a wreck of bruises, bite marks, handprints, and cum. Her pussy throbbed painfully, leaking a mixture of Jax’s thick seed and her own blood. Every breath hurt. Her mind was fractured, flashing images of scales rippling across his skin, eyes glowing gold, that monstrous ridged cock that had torn her open. They can’t be human. This isn’t possible. She tried to push the terrifying thoughts away. I’m just exhausted. Hallucinating from pain.

By now I was desperately trying to free myself from his uncomfortable grip. I staggered, unable to maintain my balance walking with my silhouettes. This made me desperately kick them off my legs as the vampire Prince walked me forward. His sadistic sister, the Princess, Scarlett let out a creepy grin as her brother was now tying me to a board in between the assembled vampires whom I individually recognized well. They were Elder of Ecuador! They had weird paintings in red on their faces. The black garment that each one of us was wearing only made the scene creepier.

My wife, Lily Tanner, is a mortician. She's trying to avoid getting fired during her pregnancy, so she keeps locking herself in the morgue. I may be her husband and colleague, but even I am not allowed inside. I don't want her to work too hard, so in the middle of the night, I sneak into the morgue to do her checks for her. However, she reacts by going berserk and sounding the alarm. Ever since then, I've been very careful around her, fearing that it may affect her pregnancy. Later on, with Lily repeatedly receiving praise from the deceased's family, our department decides to hold a commendation ceremony for her. The whole family seems relieved. However, as soon as Lily receives her a

I was groggy as I woke up and superconfused. Looking around, I was in my bed and in the workout clothes I had on. I smelled disgusting and was sticky from the dried sweat. The events of yesterday came rushing back as I felt the cold, empty bed beside me. Dax had died and Damian gave me something in the water that put me to sleep. To say I was livid was an understatement. A knock on the door stopped me in my tracks to the bathroom.

“Are you alright? You’re really pale.” I sat up and moved away from him. “I had a terrible, frightening dream Conor- I dreamed I killed everybody in the camp. I turned you to bones and I killed Alex and started laughing.” I shook my head trying to push the thoughts away. I just want to kill things… I can’t get this dream to stop playing on repeat.

Pulled out to cum on my face, mixing with tears and bathwater. Dried and bound again...hogtie on the bed, vulnerable arch, he took my ass slow, whispering degradations. "Town's cumrag, now my personal fucktoy. Gonna tattoo my name on this pussy." Fear thrilled...dark fantasy or real threat? I came anyway, ass clenching, moaning. "Yes...own me forever!" But post-orgasm clarity hit. Who was Dax? No backstory, just intensity. A bounty hunter? Ex-con? The scar whispered violence. Yet I craved more, body marked like a canvas...welts, bites, his seed drying inside.

A corpse was not capable of scaring the wits out of him. He took several deep breaths in a row. The scene in his dream of the corpse pouncing on him was constantly playing in his mind. In reality, the corpse covered in black cloth slowly stood up and turned its tightly closed eyes in Tyr’s direction. “I don’t care if you are a human or a corpse or a ghost! How dare you play this trick in front of me, Tyr Summers? Are you seeking your own death?”

It was a light designed to burn away the darkness, regardless of whether the person carrying that darkness survived the fire. I was still pinned against the cold stone of the catacombs, my body trembling in the aftermath of a passion that had turned into a death trap. The black smoke of the King of Sorrows was still curled in my lungs, tasting like soot and old blood. My heart felt like it was being squeezed by a frost-covered hand, struggling to beat against the crushing weight of the entity now occupying my husband’s skin.

He was surprised to see them, but his joy was cut short after experiencing Yennie and Nancy's deaths. "Darling, don't leave me... Please open your eyes, please..." Dax kept speaking in a hoarse voice, and his whole body shook. "Argh!" He suddenly went mad with grief and completely lost his mind. He pulled out the Sky Breaking Axe with a roar and slashed at the Carter family's disciples. "I'm going to kill you all! I'm going to kill..." The Soul-devouring Bloodworm in Dax's body turned violent with his pain, and that affected Dax's thinking.

The raging dragon ceased its senseless attacks as it's attention was captured by the pile of decayed dead bodies rising from the dead. Both Jeremy and Morbius staggered backwards from the rising corpses, it was a horrific sight, one straight out of a nightmare while he walked past the rows of moving dead bodies to be disposed of, the smell stink of a rotten corpse "Nightmares, I'm going to have fucking nightmares!" He cursed as he wondered how bad his night going to be, mist raised slowly from the fields and cast an opaque veil over everything within eyesight, with the red sky the mist gave the impression at one moment of a calm, boundless sea, at the next of an immense white wall.