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Based on the comic book and Netflix show The Sandman (M/F) non consent
A personal fantasy of mine
Also the faery realm does exist in the realm of dreams within the sandman lore. While not technically one of the fae, Morpheus does rule over them.
Lord of Dreams
https://youtube.com/shorts/bmlGhY88QOE?feature=share
Morpheus Dream of the Endless
https://youtu.be/oc0zuYTJE1M
Faeries are nice and full of love and light is the biggest lie to be told of the fae folk during the height of Victorian times. In truth faeries are largely wild including the ones in the high courts. Not only do most of them not care about humans, many even despise them. They would just as soon eat one for breakfast rather than hand over riches or wishes. Faeries are dark tricksters and they do not like to be crossed. Take care when trading with their kind, always lay down an offering and never ever be stupid enough to summon one.
Quinn knew these facts well but she considered herself a clever modern witch. The fae were her obsession ever since she was a little girl and the infatuation only grew stronger over the years. She read the stories and knew the lore but in the end she could not resist.
It was midnight as she sat at her simple altar; mixing herbs and setting her intention. she anointed a small black candle with special oils and carefully rolled it in the herbs she had just prepared. Striking a match and saying a silent incantation she lit the candle and placed it in its holder. Once the candle burned all the way down, the spell would be cast.Quinn smiled gleefully at her handiwork and then quickly proceeded to dress in her nightshirt. She practically bounced into bed absolutely happy with herself. She giggled at the thought of having a faery prince all her own. Quinn laid back and the second her head hit the pillow she was out.
A nightmare overtook her. She found herself running in the dark though foreign terrain. Something or someone was chasing her. She could not see it but knew it was feral and close. It closed the distance and overtook her quickly. She felt a cold hand snake around her ankle and was immediately dragged down with it. The invisible force dragged her a few feet before suddenly stopping. Her ankle still firmly in its grasp, Quinn felt a single sharp fingernail being gently and slowly drawn down the sensitive instep of her foot. The sensation was so cruelly jarring that she cried out with a strangled yelp and promptly woke up.
He was standing at the foot of her bed, looking down at her with curious striking blue eyes. He was as pale as a wild white lily and had dark black hair that was symmetrically unkept. He was tall and lean muscled and he stood there confidently absolutely stark naked.
Startled, Quinn immediately sat up. The impossibly beautiful being followed her with his eyes. They remained as such, eyes locked, neither of them moving or speaking. The first movement he finally made was to slightly tilt his head to the side; his expression only conveying the same mild curiosity. His movement made Quinn jump and she instinctively attempted to scooch backwards. She soon found that she could not because like in her nightmare, he still had hold of her ankle.
The first tendrils of fear entered Quinn's eyes. She then witnessed his full flush lips raise into the slightest of cruel smiles as an unnatural glow emanated from his eyes. Being the clever witch she was, Quinn thought quick about breaking the ice.
"I summoned and you came." She stated almost breathlessly. The smile left the faeries face at her spoken words and was replaced with a hard, cold expression. He still did not offer any words in return. Instead he bent down smoothly and pulled her ankle towards him until once again she was laying down. Lowering his sinewy long body beside her bed, her captured ankle still in hand, he turned his gaze to her delicate pale pink foot.
"Be still." Were the first words he spoke. His voice was quiet and deep yet perfectly clear.
Quinn noticed the change in her body instantly. She could no longer will her body to maneuver except for the quivering she felt. The faery brought his other hand up to support the underside of her leg. That was when she noticed his unusually long nails. All pretense of being in control of this situation flew out the door.
"Please don't hurt me..." was all she got out when he snapped his eyes back at her with a gaze so menacing that it stunned her into silence. Satisfied, he turned his attention back to her helpless appendage. He dropped his head down and drew her defenseless big toe into his mouth. Quinn sucked in her breath. His mouth was warm and inviting. The sensual treatment had her heart jump and race wildly in her chest. She watched as his mouth lowered slowly over the beautiful digit, his eyes closing in ecstacy. A soft moan escaped her lips. The picture before her was unbearably erotic; his disarming beauty was more than her human eyes could bear. she was helplessly and transiently cast beneath his spell. He sucked almost longingly for several drawn out moments before calmly and lazily pulling his mouth up, gently grazing his teeth against the tender flesh. Quinn yelped at the excruciating change of sensation. She desperately tried to dislodge her foot but was soberingly reminded that she could not move.
He paid her no attention and drew her toe sensually back into his mouth, his expression now painted with rapture. He took his time once again, savoring the taste before cruelly using his teeth to wreak ticklish havoc against tender flesh. It was not enough to make her laugh but to cry out in short distressed gasps and yelps. She now knew where this was going and panicked.
"No! No! Please no! Don't!"
He drew her second and third toe both into his mouth; this time his tongue playing between them, dipping and dancing carelessly. The first forced giggle escaped her lips. He breathed against her contentedly and rewarded her with the same attention to her last two powerless toes.
"No! No more! Please stop!" She begged him between gasps and her first shouts of laughter. She felt his now hot breath as he engulfed the top half of her foot entirely into his mouth, his tongue running lazily along her arch and instep. Quinn momentarily lost the battle as a string of laughter and screams escaped her lips. This could not be happening! This was not what she signed up for! Desperately needing the ticklish onslaught to stop she mustered up every ounce of will she had left and tightly scrunched her eyes shut; mentally willing the agonizing sensations away. She drew her breath in, rapidly panting to get herself under control, praying that her lack of reaction would make the devilish enchanter grow bored and stop.
It surprised her that he did in fact pause and removed her distressed appendage from between his sensual lips. She kept her eyes tightly screwed shut; hoping.
"Watch." She heard his disarming voice order. Her eyes instantly snapped open and she was met with his cold-blooded smile and indifferent gaze; his eyes shining in the dim light.
He climbed into the bed then without warning and positioned himself on his knees between her legs. She had full sight of his alluring body and despite her fear she let out a sharp exhale as butterflies gathered in the pit of her stomach. He reached down and brought her other foot up to about chest height. He stared at her face this time; watching her being forced to watch what he was doing. He coolly raised his free hand to the bottom of her foot and painstakingly lightly drew his nails along its perimeter; slowly tracing the skin in no dicernible pattern. Quinn's body began to automatically quiver. Short breathless gasps escaped her lips. The sensation was maddening and felt more like an itch than a tickle. His nails were barely touching her skin as he explored aimlessly underneath her toes, down her arch and into her ultra sensitive instep. Her gasps and shouts continued as the itching grew in intensity with every pass of his punishing nails. It went this way minute after passing minute. At this point she would give anything to reach out and stop his hand and to scratch the terrible itching away. Tears pooled into the corners of her eyes and her expression became pained and tortured, so desperately wanting the itch scratched. He stared at her defiantly, his head slightly turned up, a haughty expression playing across his face. He seemed to be able to read her mind because he did precisely that and began to scratch away.
"Noooooooooo! Ahahahaha! Sthahahaaaap please! I can't stand it!"
Quinn screamed out in agonized laughter. It tickled more than anything she had ever experienced before and he was merciless in his indifference. This was hell. Her bodies awareness of the excruciating punishment was agonizing. She screamed at him over and over, begging him to stop but he would not. He remained stoic to his task and would not relent. Tears were set free,flowing from her eyes and perspiration had dampened her nightshirt against the outline of her petite frame. Time ticked by slowly and just when she felt she would loose her mind it finally stopped. She could only hope that it was finally over for good.
He remained there though, watching her patiently; waiting for her body to calm and for her breathing to return to normal. She stared beseechingly into his unreadable eyes. She wanted to talk to him; to gain any little comfort from him she could but every time she spoke, things seemed to become progressively worse for her. She remained silent.
His eyes suddenly went slack and sultry as his slightly parted lips made their way to her ankle and planted a fluttery sensuous kiss. Sexual excitement slammed back into Quinn's body as she felt and watched his soft butterfly kisses desend down her leg and towards her inner thigh. He still held eye contact with her which only escalated the excitement. The new sensations traveled beyond his kisses, racing towards and igniting a flame between her thighs. His soft traveling lips reached closer and closer towards her sex. Quinn sighed and moaned and whimpered, willing him to not stop. Everything about him including his cruelty was so attractive it was insufferable.
She finally felt his warm breath against her cotton panties. Instead of kissing her there, he blew small deliberate circles of hot air around the budding clitirus that was just beneath the thin material. She moaned loudly as the underwear became soaked with her arousal. The heat from his mouth against the cold of the wet material created a blend of intoxicating sensations that further delighted the bundle of nerves between her legs. The feeling spread to the pit of her stomach, creating small cruel bursts of pleasure which gradually became difficult to bear. He never increased the pressure of the soft blows and what started out as delicious delectation slowly turned into mind numbing frustration that would not stop. The pressure was just short of allowing her to orgasm. Her moans of pleasure were replaced with whimpers of protest and soft pleas that would fall onto deaf ears. He kept her there in a suspended loop of unquenchable frustration and false hope. When she began to sob from the sensual torture he finally relented.
He crawled atop her body then until his face was just mere inches away from hers. He watched her as the final few tears left her eyes and slid down her flushed cheeks.Staring into her eyes callously and without remorse, he spoke.
"You summoned not a faery prince," he sneered "You summoned a monarch; one of the endless to your bed witch and you will not make that greivous mistake again."
He leaned back and caught her flimsy nightshirt and with one fingernail, ripped it down the middle exposing her beautiful small breasts and delicious torso. He locked his two large hands against her small wrists and bringing his lips to her ear he whispered in a barely audible tone "Struggle."
Without further warning he dipped his head and began to savagely attack her exposed ribs with firm bites just hard enough to tickle like mad. He began to snarl and growl like a wild animal who was enjoying its feast. Quinn lost it and roared with laughter. There was no build up to the torment this time. This was not like what took place before. That was akin to eating a light salad compared to the main course he was making of her now.
She began to struggle and thrash beneath him with her new found freedom of movement. She greatly attempted to get away from his mouth; spastically moving from side to side; desperately hoping to dislodge his teeth. He moved with her, almost as if it were a dance; just as if he had rehearsed every single move she made. He managed to roll each of her delicate ribs between his adept teeth, making her throw her head back and wail and scream with laughter. He let loose on her rib-cage; devouring every inch like a starving animal.
Quinn could only but scream; her face masked in the pain of a perfect torture. He mocked her as his growls of satisfaction became louder than her helpless screaming. His bites became nips and thirsty licks as he made his way down to her hypersensitive torso. Her ab muscles began to jump and contract furiously. That devilish tongue darted across her ticklish belly; dipping and flicking and tasting her anguish until all coherent thought left her. She willed the words to form to beg him to stop but they remained imprisoned in her mind. He reached her hip bones and the feral biting commenced without impunity, ripping yet another scream from her lips. Quinn was so exhausted and broken that she could not even attempt to thwart his attacks anymore. Not being able to stop it nor move away from it due to fatigue made it a hundred times more worse on her. The punishment went on and on becoming dangerously close to shattering her mind.
And then the loss of contact against her body shook her from her ticklish hell. She was spent, panting and drenched in sweat but she managed to prop herself up on her elbows. He was once again standing at the foot of her bed. This time he was dressed in a formidable black fitted duster that hewed to his long sinewy form and swept down to the floor. His skin appeared even more alabaster against his raven attire. He was the picture of calmness, his expression indifferent and unsympathetic.
"I am Lord Morpheus, Dream of the endless. Pray you never insight my ire again. I will not be as lenient as I was this night."In awe and absolutely frightened by his regal presence, she shook her head from side to side.
"I...I wont" she mumbled "Never. Its over."
"Over?" The King of Dreams raised one terrible raven eyebrow. "You are mistaken. My nightmare has yet to punish you."
Quinn's eyes widened in horror as the irritated Monarch raised his palm in front of his face and softly blew golden sand into her eyes.
"Sleep."
The End
A personal fantasy of mine
Also the faery realm does exist in the realm of dreams within the sandman lore. While not technically one of the fae, Morpheus does rule over them.
Lord of Dreams
https://youtube.com/shorts/bmlGhY88QOE?feature=share
Morpheus Dream of the Endless
https://youtu.be/oc0zuYTJE1M
Faeries are nice and full of love and light is the biggest lie to be told of the fae folk during the height of Victorian times. In truth faeries are largely wild including the ones in the high courts. Not only do most of them not care about humans, many even despise them. They would just as soon eat one for breakfast rather than hand over riches or wishes. Faeries are dark tricksters and they do not like to be crossed. Take care when trading with their kind, always lay down an offering and never ever be stupid enough to summon one.
Quinn knew these facts well but she considered herself a clever modern witch. The fae were her obsession ever since she was a little girl and the infatuation only grew stronger over the years. She read the stories and knew the lore but in the end she could not resist.
It was midnight as she sat at her simple altar; mixing herbs and setting her intention. she anointed a small black candle with special oils and carefully rolled it in the herbs she had just prepared. Striking a match and saying a silent incantation she lit the candle and placed it in its holder. Once the candle burned all the way down, the spell would be cast.Quinn smiled gleefully at her handiwork and then quickly proceeded to dress in her nightshirt. She practically bounced into bed absolutely happy with herself. She giggled at the thought of having a faery prince all her own. Quinn laid back and the second her head hit the pillow she was out.
A nightmare overtook her. She found herself running in the dark though foreign terrain. Something or someone was chasing her. She could not see it but knew it was feral and close. It closed the distance and overtook her quickly. She felt a cold hand snake around her ankle and was immediately dragged down with it. The invisible force dragged her a few feet before suddenly stopping. Her ankle still firmly in its grasp, Quinn felt a single sharp fingernail being gently and slowly drawn down the sensitive instep of her foot. The sensation was so cruelly jarring that she cried out with a strangled yelp and promptly woke up.
He was standing at the foot of her bed, looking down at her with curious striking blue eyes. He was as pale as a wild white lily and had dark black hair that was symmetrically unkept. He was tall and lean muscled and he stood there confidently absolutely stark naked.
Startled, Quinn immediately sat up. The impossibly beautiful being followed her with his eyes. They remained as such, eyes locked, neither of them moving or speaking. The first movement he finally made was to slightly tilt his head to the side; his expression only conveying the same mild curiosity. His movement made Quinn jump and she instinctively attempted to scooch backwards. She soon found that she could not because like in her nightmare, he still had hold of her ankle.
The first tendrils of fear entered Quinn's eyes. She then witnessed his full flush lips raise into the slightest of cruel smiles as an unnatural glow emanated from his eyes. Being the clever witch she was, Quinn thought quick about breaking the ice.
"I summoned and you came." She stated almost breathlessly. The smile left the faeries face at her spoken words and was replaced with a hard, cold expression. He still did not offer any words in return. Instead he bent down smoothly and pulled her ankle towards him until once again she was laying down. Lowering his sinewy long body beside her bed, her captured ankle still in hand, he turned his gaze to her delicate pale pink foot.
"Be still." Were the first words he spoke. His voice was quiet and deep yet perfectly clear.
Quinn noticed the change in her body instantly. She could no longer will her body to maneuver except for the quivering she felt. The faery brought his other hand up to support the underside of her leg. That was when she noticed his unusually long nails. All pretense of being in control of this situation flew out the door.
"Please don't hurt me..." was all she got out when he snapped his eyes back at her with a gaze so menacing that it stunned her into silence. Satisfied, he turned his attention back to her helpless appendage. He dropped his head down and drew her defenseless big toe into his mouth. Quinn sucked in her breath. His mouth was warm and inviting. The sensual treatment had her heart jump and race wildly in her chest. She watched as his mouth lowered slowly over the beautiful digit, his eyes closing in ecstacy. A soft moan escaped her lips. The picture before her was unbearably erotic; his disarming beauty was more than her human eyes could bear. she was helplessly and transiently cast beneath his spell. He sucked almost longingly for several drawn out moments before calmly and lazily pulling his mouth up, gently grazing his teeth against the tender flesh. Quinn yelped at the excruciating change of sensation. She desperately tried to dislodge her foot but was soberingly reminded that she could not move.
He paid her no attention and drew her toe sensually back into his mouth, his expression now painted with rapture. He took his time once again, savoring the taste before cruelly using his teeth to wreak ticklish havoc against tender flesh. It was not enough to make her laugh but to cry out in short distressed gasps and yelps. She now knew where this was going and panicked.
"No! No! Please no! Don't!"
He drew her second and third toe both into his mouth; this time his tongue playing between them, dipping and dancing carelessly. The first forced giggle escaped her lips. He breathed against her contentedly and rewarded her with the same attention to her last two powerless toes.
"No! No more! Please stop!" She begged him between gasps and her first shouts of laughter. She felt his now hot breath as he engulfed the top half of her foot entirely into his mouth, his tongue running lazily along her arch and instep. Quinn momentarily lost the battle as a string of laughter and screams escaped her lips. This could not be happening! This was not what she signed up for! Desperately needing the ticklish onslaught to stop she mustered up every ounce of will she had left and tightly scrunched her eyes shut; mentally willing the agonizing sensations away. She drew her breath in, rapidly panting to get herself under control, praying that her lack of reaction would make the devilish enchanter grow bored and stop.
It surprised her that he did in fact pause and removed her distressed appendage from between his sensual lips. She kept her eyes tightly screwed shut; hoping.
"Watch." She heard his disarming voice order. Her eyes instantly snapped open and she was met with his cold-blooded smile and indifferent gaze; his eyes shining in the dim light.
He climbed into the bed then without warning and positioned himself on his knees between her legs. She had full sight of his alluring body and despite her fear she let out a sharp exhale as butterflies gathered in the pit of her stomach. He reached down and brought her other foot up to about chest height. He stared at her face this time; watching her being forced to watch what he was doing. He coolly raised his free hand to the bottom of her foot and painstakingly lightly drew his nails along its perimeter; slowly tracing the skin in no dicernible pattern. Quinn's body began to automatically quiver. Short breathless gasps escaped her lips. The sensation was maddening and felt more like an itch than a tickle. His nails were barely touching her skin as he explored aimlessly underneath her toes, down her arch and into her ultra sensitive instep. Her gasps and shouts continued as the itching grew in intensity with every pass of his punishing nails. It went this way minute after passing minute. At this point she would give anything to reach out and stop his hand and to scratch the terrible itching away. Tears pooled into the corners of her eyes and her expression became pained and tortured, so desperately wanting the itch scratched. He stared at her defiantly, his head slightly turned up, a haughty expression playing across his face. He seemed to be able to read her mind because he did precisely that and began to scratch away.
"Noooooooooo! Ahahahaha! Sthahahaaaap please! I can't stand it!"
Quinn screamed out in agonized laughter. It tickled more than anything she had ever experienced before and he was merciless in his indifference. This was hell. Her bodies awareness of the excruciating punishment was agonizing. She screamed at him over and over, begging him to stop but he would not. He remained stoic to his task and would not relent. Tears were set free,flowing from her eyes and perspiration had dampened her nightshirt against the outline of her petite frame. Time ticked by slowly and just when she felt she would loose her mind it finally stopped. She could only hope that it was finally over for good.
He remained there though, watching her patiently; waiting for her body to calm and for her breathing to return to normal. She stared beseechingly into his unreadable eyes. She wanted to talk to him; to gain any little comfort from him she could but every time she spoke, things seemed to become progressively worse for her. She remained silent.
His eyes suddenly went slack and sultry as his slightly parted lips made their way to her ankle and planted a fluttery sensuous kiss. Sexual excitement slammed back into Quinn's body as she felt and watched his soft butterfly kisses desend down her leg and towards her inner thigh. He still held eye contact with her which only escalated the excitement. The new sensations traveled beyond his kisses, racing towards and igniting a flame between her thighs. His soft traveling lips reached closer and closer towards her sex. Quinn sighed and moaned and whimpered, willing him to not stop. Everything about him including his cruelty was so attractive it was insufferable.
She finally felt his warm breath against her cotton panties. Instead of kissing her there, he blew small deliberate circles of hot air around the budding clitirus that was just beneath the thin material. She moaned loudly as the underwear became soaked with her arousal. The heat from his mouth against the cold of the wet material created a blend of intoxicating sensations that further delighted the bundle of nerves between her legs. The feeling spread to the pit of her stomach, creating small cruel bursts of pleasure which gradually became difficult to bear. He never increased the pressure of the soft blows and what started out as delicious delectation slowly turned into mind numbing frustration that would not stop. The pressure was just short of allowing her to orgasm. Her moans of pleasure were replaced with whimpers of protest and soft pleas that would fall onto deaf ears. He kept her there in a suspended loop of unquenchable frustration and false hope. When she began to sob from the sensual torture he finally relented.
He crawled atop her body then until his face was just mere inches away from hers. He watched her as the final few tears left her eyes and slid down her flushed cheeks.Staring into her eyes callously and without remorse, he spoke.
"You summoned not a faery prince," he sneered "You summoned a monarch; one of the endless to your bed witch and you will not make that greivous mistake again."
He leaned back and caught her flimsy nightshirt and with one fingernail, ripped it down the middle exposing her beautiful small breasts and delicious torso. He locked his two large hands against her small wrists and bringing his lips to her ear he whispered in a barely audible tone "Struggle."
Without further warning he dipped his head and began to savagely attack her exposed ribs with firm bites just hard enough to tickle like mad. He began to snarl and growl like a wild animal who was enjoying its feast. Quinn lost it and roared with laughter. There was no build up to the torment this time. This was not like what took place before. That was akin to eating a light salad compared to the main course he was making of her now.
She began to struggle and thrash beneath him with her new found freedom of movement. She greatly attempted to get away from his mouth; spastically moving from side to side; desperately hoping to dislodge his teeth. He moved with her, almost as if it were a dance; just as if he had rehearsed every single move she made. He managed to roll each of her delicate ribs between his adept teeth, making her throw her head back and wail and scream with laughter. He let loose on her rib-cage; devouring every inch like a starving animal.
Quinn could only but scream; her face masked in the pain of a perfect torture. He mocked her as his growls of satisfaction became louder than her helpless screaming. His bites became nips and thirsty licks as he made his way down to her hypersensitive torso. Her ab muscles began to jump and contract furiously. That devilish tongue darted across her ticklish belly; dipping and flicking and tasting her anguish until all coherent thought left her. She willed the words to form to beg him to stop but they remained imprisoned in her mind. He reached her hip bones and the feral biting commenced without impunity, ripping yet another scream from her lips. Quinn was so exhausted and broken that she could not even attempt to thwart his attacks anymore. Not being able to stop it nor move away from it due to fatigue made it a hundred times more worse on her. The punishment went on and on becoming dangerously close to shattering her mind.
And then the loss of contact against her body shook her from her ticklish hell. She was spent, panting and drenched in sweat but she managed to prop herself up on her elbows. He was once again standing at the foot of her bed. This time he was dressed in a formidable black fitted duster that hewed to his long sinewy form and swept down to the floor. His skin appeared even more alabaster against his raven attire. He was the picture of calmness, his expression indifferent and unsympathetic.
"I am Lord Morpheus, Dream of the endless. Pray you never insight my ire again. I will not be as lenient as I was this night."In awe and absolutely frightened by his regal presence, she shook her head from side to side.
"I...I wont" she mumbled "Never. Its over."
"Over?" The King of Dreams raised one terrible raven eyebrow. "You are mistaken. My nightmare has yet to punish you."
Quinn's eyes widened in horror as the irritated Monarch raised his palm in front of his face and softly blew golden sand into her eyes.
"Sleep."
The End
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