In Morpheus Arms Novels & Stories

Lelantos replied. Morpheus raised his head, gazing at the sky. Those eyes were calm and seemed to be able to penetrate the boundless void. "The Zealots, huh? Let me see how powerful you really are!"

I heard him groan, very loudly and then stay still for a while before pulling out. When it was over, I collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep in his arms. NEXT MORNING I fluttered my eyes open, only to find myself wrapped in a warm, strong embrace. I tilted my head, and caught a familiar gaze already on me, his eyes burning into mine as he casually propped himself up in his right arm. A playful look glinting in his eyes as he said, “Good morning, Mistress.” I didn’t need to be told, I knew he was joking. But still, I felt a flutter in my chest as our gaze met, the intensity of his eyes making my cheeks flushing red.

The contempt he cherished for that thing and for all the nobles who, during the main work, had used Elaine coldly - both to manipulate Callisto, and for their own interests together with the damned angels. I would crush them. I would destroy them before they could even look at Elaine directly. 60% of that dance was nothing but bugs being trampled. "The prince of the 6th territory, Morpheus" everyone in the hall could hear and my eyes turned to face that pair of amethysts. Morpheus, the prince of dreams, nightmares and also the ruler of the territory, who was known to retain memories. Among the princes he was certainly the most dangerous when taking into account his mastery and abilities.

He saw my glare and raised his hands in surrender. “I am sorry. I should have introduced myself in the beginning itself. Let’s start over again, shall we?” he asked. I just looked at him for a moment to see if he was serious this time or was trying to provoke me again. I nodded at him when his face looked sincere enough. “Hello Nemesis. I am Morpheus, the God of dreams. Normally, I send dreams to people or appear in their dreams to deliver a message. But since I wanted to meet you, I deliberately appeared in your dream today,” he said with a genuine smile.

Ruby answered. “Of course! They trust me that much to protect them. If you had not abandoned them over a traitor’s daughter back then, you could have had more power than you do now.” He said. Ruby rolled her eyes and nodded her head pathetically. “I don’t have all the time in the world Morpheus, I need the cold herbs right now” she said. Morpheus stood up from his seat fuming with anger and then he banged his desk with a clenched fist.

I growl and turn as I remove a silver arrow from my upper arm. With all the anger and adrenalin running through me, the small sliver of silver has no effect, as I then lose control of Morpheus. I grow more in size, my claws get longer and sharper and my eyesight enhances, allowing me to focus, dodge and hone in on where the next arrow is coming from. Without really realising it I let out a large wave of my Royal Alpha power as I let out a very loud and a very powerful,

Then, I stopped short at the sight ahead. In the distance, Louisa was holding Ewan's hand and waving at me. My fingers locked tight around the door handle; my whole body tensed. I shut my eyes, took a deep breath, and hurried over. Louisa's head was tilted up, and she was talking to Ewan. As I approached, her voice grew clearer. "I'm not afraid of pain. I'll be like Mommy. Mommy had a huge monster on her face that she had to fight, and she won. I'll definitely beat the demon inside my body."

The sea limbs stab into the wooden wall making their way up to the roof. Tegan looks for a moment watching her as a predator does with their prayer. The black ink that coats his right arm and some of the right side of his armor torso starts to boil like acid. He narrow's his eyes at the tendril on the ground and stabs it with his sword, sticking it in the ground. With his left hand, he plunges his gauntlet into the right arm or shoulder. The points of his finger link making a dent but then revealing through the shoulder itself making a screech on metal sound. He tears through the right side of his armor ripping it off and throwing it to the ground. Now his right side is bare, and the tarnish

“Mistress… please… I can’t hold it… they’re too much…” Nova tilted her head, feigning sympathy. “Poor thing. But the audience decides. And right now they want more.” She raised both arms at once. The transformation was fluid and beautiful, plates sliding, joints realigning, synthetic skin flowing like liquid metal. In seconds her right arm became a long, thick, ridged electro-dildo, glowing with faint blue current along every ridge. Her left arm morphed into a specialized prostate milker: a curved, bulbous head with pulsing suction cups and internal vibrating nodes designed to milk him dry without allowing orgasm.

Her legs went weak just thinking of it, and her insides were turning to hot molten lava. Slowly, she moved out from under his arm, turning around to stare at Armel. Pale white moonlight lit half his face, casting the other half into shadow. The smile lines at the corners of his mouth and eyes were relaxed. A small smile, a remnant from a dream or what had happened only hours earlier, had the corner of his mouth turned up just slightly.