Novel & Cerita Sadistic Dreamer

It had been a long, weird, and unexpected day in ways—the appearance of Hayden Ryder, the dominant part of it that remained wedged in her mind as she slept. In a single day, she’d felt everything from lust, to anger, and sadness because of him. It was unsurprising that he now pervaded her dreams too. He appeared in them as the object of her fantasy. This wasn’t unexpected either, since he’d evoked a physical desire within her that had been dormant for so long. He was just as beautiful and appealing to her, but the unexpected part was that in her dream, he wasn’t human.

He squeezed my thighs and gave me a hard suck on my clit, making me cry out. “Get ready. I’ve been dreaming of this” he said, pulling his pants down. “Fucking my kids’ babysitter. A dirty fantasy of mine,. I want that tight little pussy all around me.” He picked me up, walked over to a work bench, and sat me down. He shoved some tools off into the floor and dropped his boxers, exposing himself to me.

“I don’t… I don’t know. I keep having these dreams where I’m doing terrible things.” I glance at Kai momentarily, then back at Dimitri. “Dreams? What kind of dreams?” “I kill people - a lot of them before eating them. My last dream saw me tearing someone who looked like an older Nikolai in half. That’s why there’s a puddle of that on the floor,” he says as shame slips into his scent. Kai sighs and slaps Dimitri on his shoulder before standing up. “Come with us; you’re probably hungry.” /“What the fuck are you doing?”/ I ask Kai over the link.

I heard myself say “Since you’re not going to be accepted by your people, you can be useful.” “It’s not that simple, they would try to kill me and as a dreamer I get the most painful death” “I thought dreamers are immortal” I said “With our powers we are but once they get drained, we are just like any other person on both planes” “I don’t think calling for help is working because I’ve been trying to call for help since but I don’t feel anything” I said with my voice shaking with fear “I really don’t want to spend my whole life here.”

The room was deathly silent except for the frantic beat of my heart in my ears. His low voice and the one from my dreams overlapped, weaving into a single key that unlocked my carefully built self-deception with a sharp click. He was Mr. Y—the man who sang off-key love songs to me at midnight, and the very same one who had chastised me relentlessly in the day. I stared at him. His handsome face was so close, and the usual coldness and distance were gone, replaced by a fragile, pleading vulnerability. The light in his eyes flickered like a candle tossed all night by a stormy wind.

"For a rapist asshole holding a gun to my head." He laughed at that, a dark, cruel sound. "Rapist? Oh, you sweet little slut. This wasn't rape, sweetheart. Rape would be when I bend you over, split you open on my cock, and make you scream as I pound your virgin hole." My eyes widened at the graphic image his words conjured up. My ass clenched reflexively and my spent cock twitched in my pants. Fuck. Why did that idea both terrify and thrill me so much?

Dante looked up, his voice quieter now but somehow heavier. “They say he’s sadistic. A beast in human skin. They say he’s a psychopath who kills for pleasure and that he’s… not fully right in the head. Some say he’s a cannibal. I used to think they were exaggerating, but now I’m not so sure.” I felt my skin crawl as a cold chill slid down my spine. Dante wasn’t finished. “There’s more,” he added, stepping away from the car.

It was loud, filthy, and everything sinful. I didn't know one could cum from just spanking until I met him. Dormani Nostra was everything dark and evil. His signature smile made me want to gut him whenever he was near. Last night had been both a nightmare and a dream- a dark fantasy dream, one that had manifested right in front of me., without my consent, of course. (But I loved every bit of it. Was that possible? Or was I experiencing some syndrome with a man I had just met a few weeks ago?)

“A meaningful dream. Mother, I have to find her. She gives me an inexplicable joy, and everytime I see her, it's like she takes away my gloomy days and brightens it with the sunshine of her beauty.” “What you say is nonsense.” Mrs Spielberg shook her head in disbelief. “Son,” She sat on a armchair to meet her son's gaze, “I understand your breakup with Lucy didn't end well. Stop imaginating about some unexisting girl.” Charles shook his head vigorously in disagreement and said, “Unfortunately, if she doesn’t stop appearing in my dreams, I won't be able to stop thinking about her. She has obsessed me with infatuation.” “Then you must be crazy.”