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Nick
The dream realm shimmers into existence the moment consciousness leaves you. It is vast and breathtaking; Nick's creation is unlike anything you've ever seen, a palace wrought from starlight and shadow.
The walls are deep, velvety black that seem to stretch endlessly upward, constellations glittering across them like jewels set in the night sky. The floors gleam like onyx, reflecting the faint, silver glow of thousands of floating candles suspended in mid-air. The air is warm, perfumes faintly with smoke and spice, intoxicating and dangerous, like Nick himself.
Nick is a study in dangerous, alternative beauty, the kind that feels both untouchable and irresistibly magnetic. Theres nothing delicate or refined about him; his allure comes from sharp edges and shadow. He is the most beautiful of the four brothers that rule this realm, the strongest, but his beauty and strength is not polished. Its raw. Untamed. The kind that leaves you breathless and just a little afraid. Hes the embodiment of temptation itself; sweet enough to make you beg, dangerous enough to make you regret it.
From the shadows, he emerges.
His jet black hair lays in chaotic dissaray, tattoos climb his forearms; dark symbols that hint of power and desire. A silver stud glints in one ear, and when he smiles; soft, devastating, sweet, you catch the gleam of a lip ring.
You stop breathing.
He crosses the distance with predacious grace. That smile doesn't falter as he cups your face in his strong, tatood hands and kisses you tenderly like you're something precious. His mouth moves with reverance, his breath mingling with yours, and the sweet ache of it steals every thought from your mind.
When he pulls back, he gazes into your eyes, his icy-blue irises burning with longing. The yearning there is almost painful to look at, and it leaves you trembling.
"Be cruel," you whisper, your voice breaking on the words. "Please, Nick."
The change is instant.
Nick's sweetness vanishes like smoke. His entire body tightens with dark intent, his expression twisting into something feral. Without a single pause, he grabs you and slams you back into a star-lit wall. The impact knocks a cry from your throat, but its smothered by his mouth as he kisses you brutally, teeth catching your lower lip.
When he pulls bsck, his breath is ragged, his grin, dangerous. "Do you know what you're asking for, little star?" He growls, his lips ring glinting. "Do you realize what I am? I will be cruel, and I won't stop...no matter how much you need me to."
Your answer is a single, breathless nod.
Thats all the permission he needs.
Nick pins you completely, his lean, powerful body crushing yours against the wall. Your hands are trapped against his chest, useless. You can't push him away. You can't stop what's coming. His eyes shine wickedly as both of his hands descend to your ribs, his fingertips curling against your skin.
The first touch is electric.
Your body jerks violently as bright, helpless laughter explodes from your throat. His fingers roll each rib in perfect, merciless, harmony, every movement calculated to drive you crazy. You throw your head back against the wall, gasping, eyes squeezed tight as your laughter turns wild and frantic.
"Fucking look at me, doll," Nick snarles, his voice a dark melody. "when I'm torturing you."
Your eyes snap open, locking with his. The command in his tone brooks no defiance. His grin widens, feral and thrilled by your obedience.
"Don't look away," he warns. "Or I'll make this much worse, way too soon."
You nodded frantically, your chest heaving, your laughter spilling uncontrollably as his thumbs dig deeper. His fingers claw into the delicate spaces between your ribs, slow, measured.
Then his hands begin to drift higher.
Panic surges through you. Your laughter catches, turning into desperate cries as you realize where he's going. Nick sees the fear on your face and his smile sharpens into something almost inhuman.
"Mmm, you're so beautiful when you panic like this," he growls, lowering his head to your throat. His lips part, teeth grazing over your pulse as he sucks lightly, marking you while his fingers continue their brutal climb.
"No, please!" You cry, your voice cracking as tears streaking your cheeks. "Mercy!"
"This is mercy, little star," he whispers against your skin, his tone suddenly sweet; mockingly so. "I haven't even begun to be cruel."
Then his fingers strike.
Both hands plunge into your underarms at once, two fingers circling each sensitive hollow. You lose it, your scream echoing off the star-lit walls. Your body thrashes, hips jerking wildly as you try to escape. Nick laughs softly against your neck, his teeth grazing lower toward your collarbone, completely unmoved by your panic.
"No! I can't...I can't stand it! Please!" You beg, your voice raw and desperate.
"That's the point, beautiful," Nick murmurs darkly. His tone is almost gentle, even as his fingers grow crueller, adding more digits, swirling and pinching until you're sobbing through your laughter.
Then without warning, one hand disappears. It trails down your torso, sliding between your thighs. His palm cups your heat through the thin cotton of your panties. You're soaking wet, your body betraying you even as you cry and plead.
Nick groans, the sound gutteral and deep. "And you love it," he says, almost reverant. "You're so wet for me, little star."
His thumb circles your clit through the wet fabric; once, but the sensation is so intense, so overwhelming, that a sharp moan rips free of your throat. Your body shakes violently, teetering on the edge of collapse.
And then...he's gone.
He steps back, and without his body to hold you up, you crumple to the floor like a marionette with cut strings. You're whimpering, trembling, lungs burning with laughter and sobs. Your body is in shock from the relentless torment, your core throbbing with unfulfilled need.
Nick stands over you, his chest heaving, tattoos shifting over lean muscle as he drinks in the sight of you ruined at his feet. Slowly, he crouches down, his grin returning, sweet this time, tender.
He scoops you up effortlessly into his arms.
You cling to him without thought, sobbing softly into his neck as he carries you through a towering set of black curtains. Beyond them lays a vast bedchamber, the bed itself wide enough to seem endless, draped in sheets the color of ink. The room smells of smoke and sex, lit only by floating orbs of pale starlight.
Nick tosses you onto the bed with a dark chuckle. You land amidst the silk sheets, staring up at him with wide, teear-streaked eyes. He looms over you, stripping his shirt off in one smooth motion. His tattoos catch the light, his body carved and perfect, the glint of his lip ring the first thing you see as he licks his lower lip.
"Now," he purrs, crawling toward you with slow, deliberate menace. "Lets see how much cruelty my baby cant take."
With a growl, he pounces, his hands tearing at your nightgown. The delicate fabric rips apart in his fists, the sound piercing and final in the dark, star-lit room. Your gasp is cut short as he yanks the shredded pieces from your body and tosses them aside like useless debris.
Before you can even catch your breath, his fingers hook into your panties and pulling slowly at first, then with sudden, ruthless strength. The thin cotton slides down your thighs, over your knees, and off, disappearing into the darkness with a careless flick of his wrist.
You are completely bare, sprawled beneath him on the vast bed, your skin glowing against the ink-black sheets. The cool air hits you, mingling with the heat pouring over his body, and your entire being trembles with adrenaline and want.
"Look at you," Nick breathes, voice heavy with hunger and cruel delight. His icy-blue eyes blaze as they roam over you possessively. "My little star, laid out and helpless."
Before you can respond, his hands are on you tickling.
Its sudden and frantic. His fingers clawing at the back of your thighs with wild, erratic precision. He doesn't start slow, there's no teasing build-up this time. Its a vicious, unrelenting attack. The sensation is insufferable, and it tears a violent, panicked squeal from your throat.
"NICK! NO!" You cry, your voice shattering into high, helpless laughter as you thrash furiously on the bed.
You try to scramble away, wriggling across the silken sheets in a desperate attempt to escape, but he follows you like a shadow; relentless, inevitable. His dark laughter rolls through the room, low and intoxicating, as his hands chase your squirming body.
The more you move, the more it fuels him. "Run," he taunts, his voice deep and mocking. "Run all you want, little star. I'll always catch you."
Your giggles climb higher, crescendoing into high, hysterical shrieks as his fingers dart up to the tops of your thighs, spidering, just under the crease where leg meets hip, before sliding back down to the tender skin beneath.
You slap at his hands, your own fingers desperately chasing his, trying to grab and stop him. But he's too fast; inhumanly so. Each time you think you've caught him, he twists away, chuckling darkly, his nails dragging over new, vulnerable spots. It feels like he's everywhere at once, an unstoppable blur of torment.
When he reaches your knees, the game ends.
The moment his hands squeeze those sensitive spots, your body collapses, falling backwards onto the bed, legs kicking wildly as a fresh fit of explosive giggles bursts out of you.
"NOOOOOOO!" You scream, laughter pouring out so hard you can barely breathe. Your body arches, head tipping against the pillows as you thrash in pure, helpless panic.
Nicks hands double their speed when they move to your hips. He takes turns between squeezing and scratching, his thumbs pressing into the tender hollows while his fingers dance just to the sides of them. It's too much; far too much. Laughter turns wild, shrill, echoing off the chamber walls like music he's orchestrating.
You try and roll away, sobbing through your giggles but Nick is right there, pinning you down now with the weight of his body. His muscles flex and shift as he straddles you, his chest rising and falling with excitement.
"Don't you dare stop laughing," he commands, his voice smoke and fire. His lips part cruelly as his teeth flash in a dark smile. "If you stop, little star..." His fingers slow just enough to make you gasp in relief, only to slam back into motion with brutal intensity against your ribs. "...I'll make sure you never stop again."
The threat sinks deep into your bones, and your body obeys, laughter spilling wildly, endlessly, until you're nothing but sound and sensation beneath him.
Nicks eyes sharpen as his hands glide over, hovering just above your bare stomach for a single, excruciating heartbeat. Then his fingers strike, spidering across your belly. The first touch makes you jerk violently, abs rippling beneath his teasing, tormenting fingertips. He circles your navel slowly, his nails grazing the sensitive rim before darting outward, scribbling patterns along the soft, oversensitized skin. The sensations are overwhelming, each stroke a tidal wave of ticklish agony. You grab at anything within reach, hands clawing sheets, voice rising higher and higher until it breaks completely, collapsing into silent, breathless convulsions as tears spill freely.
Only then does Nick relent.
He stills his hands and Immediately gathers you into his arms, lifting you from the tangle of sheets as if you weigh nothing. He sinks back against the massive headboard, pulling you onto his lap, holding you tightly against his chest. His breath is warm against your ear, ragged, but already softening, shifting from predator to protector in an instant.
"Shhh...my love," he murmurs, his voice low and tender, a deep contrast to the cruel laughter from moments before. His lips brushing your temple, leaving soft, lingering kisses. "I know, baby, I know," he whispers, his tone melting into sweetness. "It was too much, wasn't it?"
Your sobs soften into shakey breaths as his words sink in. Nick tilts your chin up with infinite care, his light blue eyes now filled with warmth and aching devotion.
"Look at me," he says gently, brushing a tear from your cheek with his thumb. "I've got you. You're safe now. I love you, little star," he breathes against your mouth, rocking you as though he never wants to let you go. "And I'll never let you fall apart alone. Not ever."
Nick
The dream realm shimmers into existence the moment consciousness leaves you. It is vast and breathtaking; Nick's creation is unlike anything you've ever seen, a palace wrought from starlight and shadow.
The walls are deep, velvety black that seem to stretch endlessly upward, constellations glittering across them like jewels set in the night sky. The floors gleam like onyx, reflecting the faint, silver glow of thousands of floating candles suspended in mid-air. The air is warm, perfumes faintly with smoke and spice, intoxicating and dangerous, like Nick himself.
Nick is a study in dangerous, alternative beauty, the kind that feels both untouchable and irresistibly magnetic. Theres nothing delicate or refined about him; his allure comes from sharp edges and shadow. He is the most beautiful of the four brothers that rule this realm, the strongest, but his beauty and strength is not polished. Its raw. Untamed. The kind that leaves you breathless and just a little afraid. Hes the embodiment of temptation itself; sweet enough to make you beg, dangerous enough to make you regret it.
From the shadows, he emerges.
His jet black hair lays in chaotic dissaray, tattoos climb his forearms; dark symbols that hint of power and desire. A silver stud glints in one ear, and when he smiles; soft, devastating, sweet, you catch the gleam of a lip ring.
You stop breathing.
He crosses the distance with predacious grace. That smile doesn't falter as he cups your face in his strong, tatood hands and kisses you tenderly like you're something precious. His mouth moves with reverance, his breath mingling with yours, and the sweet ache of it steals every thought from your mind.
When he pulls back, he gazes into your eyes, his icy-blue irises burning with longing. The yearning there is almost painful to look at, and it leaves you trembling.
"Be cruel," you whisper, your voice breaking on the words. "Please, Nick."
The change is instant.
Nick's sweetness vanishes like smoke. His entire body tightens with dark intent, his expression twisting into something feral. Without a single pause, he grabs you and slams you back into a star-lit wall. The impact knocks a cry from your throat, but its smothered by his mouth as he kisses you brutally, teeth catching your lower lip.
When he pulls bsck, his breath is ragged, his grin, dangerous. "Do you know what you're asking for, little star?" He growls, his lips ring glinting. "Do you realize what I am? I will be cruel, and I won't stop...no matter how much you need me to."
Your answer is a single, breathless nod.
Thats all the permission he needs.
Nick pins you completely, his lean, powerful body crushing yours against the wall. Your hands are trapped against his chest, useless. You can't push him away. You can't stop what's coming. His eyes shine wickedly as both of his hands descend to your ribs, his fingertips curling against your skin.
The first touch is electric.
Your body jerks violently as bright, helpless laughter explodes from your throat. His fingers roll each rib in perfect, merciless, harmony, every movement calculated to drive you crazy. You throw your head back against the wall, gasping, eyes squeezed tight as your laughter turns wild and frantic.
"Fucking look at me, doll," Nick snarles, his voice a dark melody. "when I'm torturing you."
Your eyes snap open, locking with his. The command in his tone brooks no defiance. His grin widens, feral and thrilled by your obedience.
"Don't look away," he warns. "Or I'll make this much worse, way too soon."
You nodded frantically, your chest heaving, your laughter spilling uncontrollably as his thumbs dig deeper. His fingers claw into the delicate spaces between your ribs, slow, measured.
Then his hands begin to drift higher.
Panic surges through you. Your laughter catches, turning into desperate cries as you realize where he's going. Nick sees the fear on your face and his smile sharpens into something almost inhuman.
"Mmm, you're so beautiful when you panic like this," he growls, lowering his head to your throat. His lips part, teeth grazing over your pulse as he sucks lightly, marking you while his fingers continue their brutal climb.
"No, please!" You cry, your voice cracking as tears streaking your cheeks. "Mercy!"
"This is mercy, little star," he whispers against your skin, his tone suddenly sweet; mockingly so. "I haven't even begun to be cruel."
Then his fingers strike.
Both hands plunge into your underarms at once, two fingers circling each sensitive hollow. You lose it, your scream echoing off the star-lit walls. Your body thrashes, hips jerking wildly as you try to escape. Nick laughs softly against your neck, his teeth grazing lower toward your collarbone, completely unmoved by your panic.
"No! I can't...I can't stand it! Please!" You beg, your voice raw and desperate.
"That's the point, beautiful," Nick murmurs darkly. His tone is almost gentle, even as his fingers grow crueller, adding more digits, swirling and pinching until you're sobbing through your laughter.
Then without warning, one hand disappears. It trails down your torso, sliding between your thighs. His palm cups your heat through the thin cotton of your panties. You're soaking wet, your body betraying you even as you cry and plead.
Nick groans, the sound gutteral and deep. "And you love it," he says, almost reverant. "You're so wet for me, little star."
His thumb circles your clit through the wet fabric; once, but the sensation is so intense, so overwhelming, that a sharp moan rips free of your throat. Your body shakes violently, teetering on the edge of collapse.
And then...he's gone.
He steps back, and without his body to hold you up, you crumple to the floor like a marionette with cut strings. You're whimpering, trembling, lungs burning with laughter and sobs. Your body is in shock from the relentless torment, your core throbbing with unfulfilled need.
Nick stands over you, his chest heaving, tattoos shifting over lean muscle as he drinks in the sight of you ruined at his feet. Slowly, he crouches down, his grin returning, sweet this time, tender.
He scoops you up effortlessly into his arms.
You cling to him without thought, sobbing softly into his neck as he carries you through a towering set of black curtains. Beyond them lays a vast bedchamber, the bed itself wide enough to seem endless, draped in sheets the color of ink. The room smells of smoke and sex, lit only by floating orbs of pale starlight.
Nick tosses you onto the bed with a dark chuckle. You land amidst the silk sheets, staring up at him with wide, teear-streaked eyes. He looms over you, stripping his shirt off in one smooth motion. His tattoos catch the light, his body carved and perfect, the glint of his lip ring the first thing you see as he licks his lower lip.
"Now," he purrs, crawling toward you with slow, deliberate menace. "Lets see how much cruelty my baby cant take."
With a growl, he pounces, his hands tearing at your nightgown. The delicate fabric rips apart in his fists, the sound piercing and final in the dark, star-lit room. Your gasp is cut short as he yanks the shredded pieces from your body and tosses them aside like useless debris.
Before you can even catch your breath, his fingers hook into your panties and pulling slowly at first, then with sudden, ruthless strength. The thin cotton slides down your thighs, over your knees, and off, disappearing into the darkness with a careless flick of his wrist.
You are completely bare, sprawled beneath him on the vast bed, your skin glowing against the ink-black sheets. The cool air hits you, mingling with the heat pouring over his body, and your entire being trembles with adrenaline and want.
"Look at you," Nick breathes, voice heavy with hunger and cruel delight. His icy-blue eyes blaze as they roam over you possessively. "My little star, laid out and helpless."
Before you can respond, his hands are on you tickling.
Its sudden and frantic. His fingers clawing at the back of your thighs with wild, erratic precision. He doesn't start slow, there's no teasing build-up this time. Its a vicious, unrelenting attack. The sensation is insufferable, and it tears a violent, panicked squeal from your throat.
"NICK! NO!" You cry, your voice shattering into high, helpless laughter as you thrash furiously on the bed.
You try to scramble away, wriggling across the silken sheets in a desperate attempt to escape, but he follows you like a shadow; relentless, inevitable. His dark laughter rolls through the room, low and intoxicating, as his hands chase your squirming body.
The more you move, the more it fuels him. "Run," he taunts, his voice deep and mocking. "Run all you want, little star. I'll always catch you."
Your giggles climb higher, crescendoing into high, hysterical shrieks as his fingers dart up to the tops of your thighs, spidering, just under the crease where leg meets hip, before sliding back down to the tender skin beneath.
You slap at his hands, your own fingers desperately chasing his, trying to grab and stop him. But he's too fast; inhumanly so. Each time you think you've caught him, he twists away, chuckling darkly, his nails dragging over new, vulnerable spots. It feels like he's everywhere at once, an unstoppable blur of torment.
When he reaches your knees, the game ends.
The moment his hands squeeze those sensitive spots, your body collapses, falling backwards onto the bed, legs kicking wildly as a fresh fit of explosive giggles bursts out of you.
"NOOOOOOO!" You scream, laughter pouring out so hard you can barely breathe. Your body arches, head tipping against the pillows as you thrash in pure, helpless panic.
Nicks hands double their speed when they move to your hips. He takes turns between squeezing and scratching, his thumbs pressing into the tender hollows while his fingers dance just to the sides of them. It's too much; far too much. Laughter turns wild, shrill, echoing off the chamber walls like music he's orchestrating.
You try and roll away, sobbing through your giggles but Nick is right there, pinning you down now with the weight of his body. His muscles flex and shift as he straddles you, his chest rising and falling with excitement.
"Don't you dare stop laughing," he commands, his voice smoke and fire. His lips part cruelly as his teeth flash in a dark smile. "If you stop, little star..." His fingers slow just enough to make you gasp in relief, only to slam back into motion with brutal intensity against your ribs. "...I'll make sure you never stop again."
The threat sinks deep into your bones, and your body obeys, laughter spilling wildly, endlessly, until you're nothing but sound and sensation beneath him.
Nicks eyes sharpen as his hands glide over, hovering just above your bare stomach for a single, excruciating heartbeat. Then his fingers strike, spidering across your belly. The first touch makes you jerk violently, abs rippling beneath his teasing, tormenting fingertips. He circles your navel slowly, his nails grazing the sensitive rim before darting outward, scribbling patterns along the soft, oversensitized skin. The sensations are overwhelming, each stroke a tidal wave of ticklish agony. You grab at anything within reach, hands clawing sheets, voice rising higher and higher until it breaks completely, collapsing into silent, breathless convulsions as tears spill freely.
Only then does Nick relent.
He stills his hands and Immediately gathers you into his arms, lifting you from the tangle of sheets as if you weigh nothing. He sinks back against the massive headboard, pulling you onto his lap, holding you tightly against his chest. His breath is warm against your ear, ragged, but already softening, shifting from predator to protector in an instant.
"Shhh...my love," he murmurs, his voice low and tender, a deep contrast to the cruel laughter from moments before. His lips brushing your temple, leaving soft, lingering kisses. "I know, baby, I know," he whispers, his tone melting into sweetness. "It was too much, wasn't it?"
Your sobs soften into shakey breaths as his words sink in. Nick tilts your chin up with infinite care, his light blue eyes now filled with warmth and aching devotion.
"Look at me," he says gently, brushing a tear from your cheek with his thumb. "I've got you. You're safe now. I love you, little star," he breathes against your mouth, rocking you as though he never wants to let you go. "And I'll never let you fall apart alone. Not ever."
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