Episode 18: BEAUtDEVIL dREAMER

Quiet as a mouse...

After all of the insanity the last two plus days everyone involved was worn out. Needing a much-deserved rest from emotions and one revelation after another the Alonzo house was finally seeing the back of their eyelids. Slumber meant different things to different residents. Between Raven Mourn’s mark being unpredictable even in her down time she had to be kept under a constant watch. Guardian Angel and tentative girlfriend Jody Alonzo fought her own facial wings, meaning eyelids, to stay open in standing guard. While Jody herself demanded sleep, the imprisoned Angel within her did not. So, a battle waged inside Jody Alonzo’s body trying to get her killer instinct to take a back seat to loyalty of her friend and lover. Her warrior Angel was slowly winning, asserting more and more control over Jody’s limbs. That walk on the wild side was only a yawn away.

Unable to remain aware any longer Jody was out like a ... pinched candles flame. A shame considering that once in Lalaland her body emitted the most beautiful light show. Guiding her body upright like a puppet the locked away angel known as Ikanunna, stood over Hector Alonzo’s shredded but covered up mattress to observe Raven’s seemingly blissful foray into peace.

Beneath her blanket and nightshirt Raven’s mark went full on pentagram under her cloak of slumber. In doing so Raven Mourn did the incredible, something she knew was possible due to the succubus Dahlia but hadn’t really thought about doing again until her subconscious took the initiative. Out of her body climbed Raven’s sleepwalking astral anatomy which floated over her reality. Confused by it all the astral form reacted on its own.

With Ikanunna standing tall, holding Jody’s limbs taunt to remain tough looking she viewed the astral body as if it were real. There was no surprise in Ikannuna, she was bred to be fearless and never question that which was new to her. As a warrior it was all about defending the Kingdom. Today, although confined to Jody Alonzo her mission was no different. Evil must be slain! Now that her strength was increasing, she was finding ways to manipulate her host, this meant using her weary state against her. Raven’s astral body didn’t seem to have a care in the world. It simply moved to stand face to face with the angel’s glowing stature around Jody’s limp body.

Tilting gazes from side to side the two ethereal forms seemed to be simply observing one another like two birds of an angel’s feather. Darkly stimulating to the angel, Ikanunna felt almost attracted to the enemy. Perhaps it was Jody’s own subconsciousness adoring Raven that added tension to the ranks. The bonding between Jody and Ikanunna was setting one another straight into a tug of war between duty and booty. The angel while bred for war and peacekeeping was softening as Jody grew stronger, herself feeding off Ikanunna, fair trade even if the angel was against it.

No words found available in their current states it became simply soul searching. Raven’s astral body examined Ikanunna’s ethereal armor and caressed her aura as if looking for a chink. A moment longer and Ikanunna’s armored chest plate faded away and huge white breasts were exposed. Ikanunna not understanding how this could be, found stress in her unconventional exhibition. Once free of her armor the Angel sensed touch, Raven lightly rolling her palms over the angel’s nipples. The sensation sent the angel into convulsions, Jody’s limp body now being shook about until Ikanunna returned Jody to her chair. Fun while it lasted!

Peering back at her slumbering body Raven wandered further. From master bedroom to spare bedroom, she found Gwen Alonzo resting peacefully considering her belly was ready to burst. Having been impregnated by Raven who resisted her own body’s capability to carry children, her strangely acting Succubus Mark on her lower back transferred her burden upon another. Gwen just got lucky because she was hosting the souls of Hector Alonzo and her former fiancée Brandon. Now her babies were no longer soulless shells of mass destruction. So, she thought! Thought was minimal at beast. Best!

Gravitating over Gwen lying on her back, Raven’s astral body simply fawned over the surrogate’s divine chamber. Hand at first simply caressing her aura, the astral body felt a dark love within her. Smiling, she phased her hand through Gwen which made her stir at being invaded by an unseen force. A calm cool sensation simply made Gwen go right back to sleep.

Within the womb Raven’s astral hand palmed the heads of both Hector and Brandon’s new bodies. As if stoking their souls back into being their old talkative selves except via telepathy Hector Alonzo mumbled his first coherent thought, albeit innocently drawn.

“Momma?” No way! A dream! It had to be.

Brandon next found his/ her head palmed and followed Hector’s lead spouting, “Is it time to get up already?” The twin thoughts made the astral body smile. Moving from one baby girl to the next, the astral hand flicked her unfortunate son Argus in the head waking him. “What was that? Eye felt a love tap. Naaaaaaaaaaa! Was that you farting again, Big D?”

“It was not! I am busy ... go back to sleep.”

“Sing me a lullaby!”

“Hush little demon don’t say a word ... Daddy’s gonna eat a mockingbird.” Omen indeed! Who knew the Darkevil had a sense of humor.

“I love that one.” Zzzzzzzzzz!

Raven’s astral body moved on, there were other destinations before the dawn.

So soundly; dreaming sweet things such as corn dogs, and Aladdin ... her Prince come to save her on a flying carpet. Yeah, that rug was about to be pulled out from under Raven Mourn. With her astral body off roaming, it left her physical body defenseless to most things. With a warrior angel put in her place she was having a wonderful time in her dreamscape. Time to make an acquaintance.

“Hello Beautiful!”

Raven envisioned herself walking down a Boston Street in a thin flowing sundress on the most gorgeous sunny day ever created, carefree and looking for love. Mister Wealthy was out there she just knew it. Reacting to her admirer she turned to see the most handsome man she had ever known. “Who ... me?” Flaring her eyes while pointing at her chest, her strangely larger than normal tits. How was that? Not that she seemed to notice her added weight.

“Yes, you! I love your red hair ... it’s like fire dancing in the night.”

“I love dancing.” She grew bubbly. Dancing in her room, never officially gone clubbing.

“So do I! Vertically and horizontally!” He smirked with a gleam in his eye. His appearance magnetic she was lured in by his jet-black hair that was perfect in every strand, his complexion tanned and standing so tall. Tall dark and handsome, off to a good start. “We should go dancing sometime. I know a really fun club with an incredible dance floor.”

“I’m only 18, I can’t get in.”

“I have connections. Drinks on me ... then you.” He flirted with a wink.

“Mmm! Are you wealthy?”

“Of course ... I’m a King.”

“Niiiiice! I prefer a Prince though.”

“I am a Prince!” She heard another voice coming from behind her that was soft and reassuring. Peering shyly over her soft shoulder she found another man, he with blond hair and a heavenly smile. Piercing blue eyes like the sky above. Even his teeth sparkled. “Date me and I’ll treat you like a Goddess.”

“I can do that too.” King Studly shared almost defensively. He had moved right up to her, body on body, Raven turning her chin to realize he was towering over her with a charm that made her body tingle. Maybe it was because it was missing her astral form. That, or she was simply horny. Always horny! “You don’t need him. I’ll share my kingdom with you. Give you all that your heart desires.”

“Does that include...” Another glance at Prince Charming she winked, “ ... him?”

“If it gets you in my bed ... sure, why not! Personally, I think I can make you scream far more than Angel Eyes there. I don’t normally like to share ... but I will.”

“Is that okay with you?” She batted her eyes at Blondy, the man growling slightly but nodding his commitment. He seemed reluctant but regardless of his apprehension, agreed. Finding herself smothered by both beefcakes she giggled and let her hands locate both mighty cocks in hiding, buried behind designer pants. Both seemed to grow harder, longer, thicker as her soft palms conformed to their evolution. “Mmmmmmmmmm!”

“Shall we dance?” Tanner spoke, he who was deeply tanned.

Angel Eyes intervened with a stimulating “Yes, shall we float on air?”

“Ready when you boys are.” She beguiled both with a devilishly wicked flirty grin. As if time skipped like her heartbeat, she found herself in a brilliantly lit night club, strobe lights flashing with a halo effect, wall to wall dancers confined to lend their sweaty perfect forms, body to body, hopping to a rhythmic entrancing instrumental. Lively they were yet, not a single face was seen due to shadow and light competing for disclosure. So erotic!

Her dark stud wearing only pants now, shared a muscularly hairy chest. Her hands mesmerized in tangling herself up in his curls with one hand, her opposite caressing the cheek of her stylish blond nomad. He held her waist with a tight grip, his cock rubbing right along her butt crack. Her Succubus mark pointed upward with an arrow like shape which was accompanied by living runway lights fluttering off and on with spaces in between. She was in Heaven! Or at least headed the right direction.

Did she wish to be there? Her dark admirer removing her thin shoulder straps guided her dress down beyond her newborn breasts. Breathing heavily, palms fondling her breasts in a respectably greedy manner, she discovered her nipples spiking like fangs seeking a feast. Oh, Hell! She liked this. Her attention leaning more toward King Tanner than Prince Haven only made him shine brighter, his touch almost orgasmic drew her back to his bare chest, so very muscular, but hairless and sweaty. “Mmmmmm!” yet again!

Torn between two hovers she found her dress slipping to the floor ... except, there was no floor, just nothingness as her dress flew away into the chasm below as if clipped wings. Dancers somehow aloft frolicked about almost an orgy of standing motions. So vivid, so delicious, the beat of the hardcore melody. Drums keeping up with a universe of heartbeats, pulses, desires! Ah, the thrill of being a Succubus! Hands all over her yet her Blond Beefcake timid in touching her in all the wrong places, Tanner just the opposite!

His mouth surrounded her nipple sucking biting, licking, fingers up inside her juicy youthful cunt exploring and driving her hormones wild. In her escalating allure even the prince found himself tempted into kneeling and licking her asshole, right in front of ... everybody? In the blink of an eye her mark switched into an arrow pointing straight down at his tongue. Obsessed suddenly, Blondy fed on her cavity with a deeper ferocity, unable to resist. She had his Angel Eyes right where she wanted them, looking at her turbulent pentagram gone wild.

Confusion found reality changing yet again. This time a bed of bloody white feathers, wings ripped off as a gift to the Goddess. She rolled amid them touching herself as if they were a hoard of hundred-dollar bills. Mister Wealthy was fluttering feathers over her succulent body like cash. She cooed and looked to the other side of the bed. Behind Blondy was a wall of gold bricks stacked to the ceiling ... yet, there was no ceiling just ... forever. Eyes bulging, she admitted her intrigue and rolled over onto her hands and knees, attracted to the light. Left hand fondling his white pants with a drawstring belt, searching with an eager success to find a penis. Her merest touch found an erection boasting high as if a perch for this lovely redheaded angel before him.

Pants forced lower by her seductive nails; an arm sized cock popped free to soar toward newfound heights. His royalty defined by a crown so thick it was two of her fists together. Amazed by his size she used both hands in stroking his majesty. A glance behind her found King Tanner on his knees behind her tight little bottom offered a monstrous, veiny cock that laid out over her spine. One that flowed all the way up to her shoulders like a reverse, perhaps perverse, ponytail belonging to a well-hung horse. The excitement made her squirt without ever being taken. Mouth wide she couldn’t even take Blondy in for his size. Struggling, her entire face was engulfed by a well of awaiting reign as she licked around and inside his urethra. A light at the end of a tunnel she focused on the pinpoint calling out to her. Raven’s tongue actually roamed about infinity’s membranes, visions slipping in as if her own cunt was eaten by someone she couldn’t quite recall.

“If I can do it, you can do it.” She heard a woman’s voice echoing in her head even as her ears were muffled by urethra walls. She knew the voice but simply paused to listen. “Just dislocate your jaw and swallow that Glory hole ... whole.”

Lifting out of her delightful bowl Raven hovered the crown then wiggled her jaw without pain as if a serpent. Raven found it possible to manipulate her body in inexplicable contortions, swallowing the glowing cock with ease until her throat too inflated to compensate. Like an anaconda eating an adult pig whole she took him deep into places there simply should not have been room. Cantaloupe size balls curled up under her chin, slobber trickling like a coat of paint. Prince Glory was heard to moan as if the Heaven’s shook.

Behind her King Tanner trailed back his burdening beast of much larger proportions, grazing her vertebrae one by one like tumblers on a lock until his crown lay touching her mark. A scalding hot precum dripped over her pentagram fueling it into a fire red circle the horns and ears dancing as if infernal flames. Tanner grinned at his handiwork, stroking his shaded monster a bit before dipping lower into her anus. A blossoming gorge awaited! Ramming it in to fit she reacted with nails digging into Prince Haven’s cock shredding flesh. While blood should have been spilt, instead it was wine. Maybe she was old enough to drink after all.