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the cost of immortality : smut

You were close to dying and were given two choices. You could either go with Death or move to the Dreaming where you would be granted immortality. But immortality came with a cost. A huge cost! Over many years, the Dream Lord had been watching you in your dreams. He became obsessed with you and wanted to make you his.

'My name is Morpheus and I am the king of dreams' the man said before he shifted, lowering his head next to your so that he could whisper in your air, his hand stroking up and down your back in what you could tell was supposed to be a comforting manner.

'We have met before, once, two years ago and I am not going to hurt you. You are mine now and I always take care of what is mine' Morpheus then said as his hand moved further down, caressing your skin.

'What do you mean, I am yours? How can I be yours?' you asked before you tried to close your lips, trying to muffle the noises as you started to feel an unfamiliar feeling build up inside the core of your abdomen.

'You were given to me. It was a fair trade and now, you have become my wife' the man then said and you were absolutely terrified.

'Your wife?' you asked, seeing that you didn't know this man and you most certainly didn't remember having married him. Your mind was fuelled with fear and, surely, he could see that.

'Yes, my wife, and I shall worship you like a king worships his queen, his beloved and the mother of his cub. You will be mine for all of eternity and you will bear many children for me' he went on to say and your mind began to work overtime. Did he just say eternity? Children?

'I am not your wife. You must be mistaken' you told the stranger as his big hands roamed over your half naked body.

'I am not, my love' he said before showing you the sidgel which had been engraved onto your skin which lit up just as you glanced at it.

'You chose your fate' he then said but you did not know what this meant or what he was talking about.

'I did not choose this' you told him, which is when he reminded you that, when you met Death, you were given a choice. You could either go with Death to Death's realm or seek residence in the Dreaming and become an eternal being, a ruler and wife to the King of Dreams.

Apparently, you chose the latter and here you were now, married to the Dream Lord whose hands were caressing you gently.

They did feel good, strangely comforting and, the next thing you knew, you was being lifted up. one arm wrapped around your back and the other under your knees, and carried over to his throne where he sat down with you on his lap. It wasn't the most comfortable position and, just as you sat there, dazed and confused, Morpheus's hands kept caressing your body, your sides, your thighs, brushing against the sides of your breasts, and eliciting a shameful reaction between your legs. Your nipples tightened, your pussy became wet, and you knew that you were becoming aroused, even though it was so, so wrong.

But your tears of fear were also starting to lessen now, and you could not help but be a little convinced that maybe the King of Dreams really didn't mean you any harm. He was being incredibly, strangely gentle with you.

'Let me show you that you have made the right choice, my dearest wife. Let me make you feel good and desired, worshipped and loved' the man then said while absently caressing you in an almost comforting manner.

'No, I don't want this' you began to wriggle, trying to get away nonetheless, knowing very well were this was leading and, at this point, as hands became less comforting and began to be more sexual. Your skin tingled as his hand cupped your breasts, the other sliding up your thighs.

'Do not withstand me my queen. You are mine to do with as I please' he murmured in your ear before his lips pressed against your temple and began to move down the side of your cheek.