Endless Dream

Break in the Narrative

As I'm sure you're all aware, Sandman has been renewed for season 2, therefore it's important that I finish this fanfiction before then - either with a non-canon season 2 story, or follow the narrative again.

Despite my desire to finish it, my poor brain and ability to write have abandoned me.
The story isn't on pause or dropped. I will continue with an update soon. 

Until then, I have a gift for you all. 

Here is a smut scene I was working on to replace the pomegranate scene near the beginning of the story - you know the one. The scene is short as it was unfinished and there have been better scenes written since.

I hope you enjoy the short chapter and I hope you'll all bear with me in the meantime.

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"Sit," he commanded. The coldness of his stare made Iris' skin tingle, goosebumps spreading across their skin. Iris challenged his stare, staring up at him from the bottom of the dais. Dream rarely used such a harsh tone with them, preferring his silvery, silken rumble over the bark he used on his subjects.

"Ask me nicely," they purred, brushing a hand along the slit in their long dress. There was something satisfying in making Dream bend his will. A smug pleasure in seeing him beg.

"Please," he said, his lip quivering as Iris climbed the steps. They took each step slowly, dragging out the ascent at an agonising pace. Dream twitched in his chair, resisting the urge to snatch and drag them onto his lap. His frustration pulsated through the air which made Iris move even slower, teasing him with flashes of skin peeking through the thin fabric. Denying him that which he craved so desperately was a game to them, a unique torture they could inflict on him to satisfy themselves.

Dream uncrossed his legs, patting his lap with a soft hand. Iris' eyes wandered from his lap to his face. He leaned back in his chair. The exquisite creature brushed the skirt to the side with a soft grace. Iris slid into his lap, grinding into him with ease. Dream clenched his jaw, feeling the warmth of their backside brush over his crotch.

"Good boy," Iris whispered behind them. Dream's eyes flashed with a deep amber, a drop of gold in those swirling silver eyes. The smell of honeysuckle that draped itself across him made his mouth water. He was suffocated by it, the intoxicating weight flooding his senses. A ragged breath escaped him, an involuntary shudder that made Iris roll their hips into him. The movement was controlled, each muscle working in tandem to help them dance in his lap.

Dream bucked into the movement, catching them mid-flow. It didn't deter them; instead, they changed motions, moving their hips in small circles in the opposite direction. Dream let out a low groan, the pressure of them on his lap made him harder. Hands slid down the edge of the throne, gripping Iris' hips. A sharp inhale made Dream raise his eyebrows. The movement stilled at his touch, waiting to receive his instructions.

"Like this..." he said into their neck, using his thumbs to motion back and forth against their skin. Iris complied, undulating against his lap. The pressure increased as they moved their center of weight further back, relying on their thighs for motion. Dream kept them in rhythm, driving them back and forth, nudging them up and down with his cock.

The friction was excruciating. Each brush and touch made his clothes feel suffocating. He needed to touch them, to feel them grip him from the inside. He refused to give in this early, however, not after they'd made him beg.

Dream dragged his teeth along their throat, feeling them quicken their pace with impatience. He could feel the growing warmth under them. They were just as desperate as he was. He nipped at them, lingering below their earlobe. He knew they were listening by the way they titled their head. Iris enjoyed listening to him pant and moan, taking great pleasure in knowing that sound was for them.

"You'll have to work harder than that," he challenged. There was a shuffle as Iris lifted their skirts. Iris lifted from his lap and looked over their shoulder. Dream's mouth twitched. Those red eyes looked at him through half-open eyelids. He slowly shook his head, mesmerized by that gaze of raw desire. They placed themselves back down, flicking something off their ankle.

A hand wrapped around his, moving his fingers into their mouth. Dream gasped at the contact. Their tongue rolled along his fingers tips with tender, light touches. They sucked gently on his fingertips, eventually working down to his knuckles. He gritted his teeth refusing to give in to the sensation. He wouldn't give them the satisfaction of getting a rise out of him that quickly. Iris worked more of his fingers into their mouth, settling into a rhythm as they stroked him. They'd start with slow licks, trailing their tongue in a circular motion around the top digits, making sure each inch of skin was soaking with spit before moving down, each bob getting further and further along the skin.

When four fingers didn't break him, they pulled in their cheeks to tighten their grip, quickening the pace. Dream bit down on his lip, splitting the skin. Iris let out a discontented huff and proceeded to moan into his fingers, letting the vibration ripple over him. He snarled at them finally, tugging on their earlobe ferociously. Iris slowly withdrew his fingers, and giggled at him. The laugh was cruel. It wasn't light or airy, this giggle was reserved for their little game of denial. 

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Just wanted to add a thank you for all the comments and likes, you have no idea how much it means to know you're enjoying the work.