Chapter 36 Lust Dreams
Nyxara
I couldn’t do this the normal way.
Not with Voss’s files hanging over my head like a guillotine. Not with Lira sleeping on my couch, counting on me to fix this without both of us ending up dead or worse.
I needed leverage. Real leverage. Something that would make even the elders pause before they buried me.
And Eryx—Vuk’s beta, the one wolf who saw everything, heard everything, and kept his mouth shut unless ordered otherwise—might be the key.
He was loyal to Vuk, not to the council. Not to Voss.
If I could get him to help—quietly dig, pull strings, confirm what I already suspected about the director’s network—he could tip the scales.
But Eryx wasn’t the type to betray his Alpha’s trust for a sob story.
So I did what succubi do best.
I waited until the moon was high and the fortress quiet, then slipped into the shadows of my mind—astral, weightless—and followed the thread of his essence across the miles.
Dream-walking.
It had been years since I’d used it seriously. Feeding on lust in dreams was easy energy, but this… this was different. Invasive. Personal.
I found him fast—his mind a fortress of discipline, but even fortresses have doors when the owner sleeps.
His dream was simple at first: the war room in the North, obsidian table, holo-screens flickering with reports. He stood alone, reviewing borders, shoulders tight with the weight of holding everything together while Vuk was gone.
Perfect.
I shaped the dream around him—softened the edges, dimmed the lights, turned the cold stone into warm shadows. Then I stepped in.
Me, but amplified: horns curved elegantly, tail swaying slow and hypnotic, skin flushed violet in the low light, wearing nothing but thin black silk that clung to every curve and left nothing to imagination. My eyes glowed red, lips parted, scent flooding the dream—musk and heat and promise.
He sensed me immediately—head snapping up, hand going to a blade that wasn’t there.
“Nyxara?” His voice was rough, wary. “What the fuck—”
I smiled, stepping closer, letting the silk slip off one shoulder. “Relax, beta. It’s just a dream.”
His eyes narrowed, but they tracked the movement—down my throat, over my breasts, the way the fabric barely covered my nipples. His throat bobbed.
“You’re in my head,” he said, low and dangerous. But he didn’t move away.
I circled him slow, tail brushing his leg. “Needed to talk. Privately. You know how the fortress walls have ears.”
He crossed his arms, muscles flexing—trying to hold onto control. “Talk, then.”
I stopped in front of him, close enough that my breasts brushed his chest. Leaned in until my lips grazed his ear.
“Voss,” I whispered. “The director. He’s deeper than anyone thinks. Elders protecting him. Kids disappearing. Jenkins was the fall guy.”
His jaw tightened. I felt the shift in the dream—anger flickering.
“You have proof?”
“Not enough. Not yet. But I will. And when I do, I need someone who can make the council listen without Voss burning me first.”
I pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, then dropped to my knees in one fluid motion—silk pooling around me, hands sliding up his thighs.
His breath hitched.
“Nyx—”
“Shh,” I murmured, fingers undoing his belt with practiced ease. “Let me convince you.”
I freed him—thick, hard already, pulsing in my hand. I stroked once—slow, firm—from base to tip, thumb swirling over the head to spread the pre-cum.
He groaned, hand fisting in my hair—not pulling away.
I leaned in, tongue flicking out to taste him—salt and heat and him. Licked a long stripe up the underside, swirling around the head before taking him into my mouth.
Slow at first—sucking just the tip, tongue pressing against the sensitive spot underneath, hand stroking the rest. Then deeper—throat relaxing as I took more, lips stretched around him, humming low so the vibration shot through him.
“Fuck—” he hissed, hips bucking once before he caught himself.
I pulled off with a wet pop, looking up at him through my lashes. “You taste good, beta. So hard for a succubus in your dreams.”
He growled, fingers tightening in my hair. “This is low, even for you.”
I smiled, taking him deep again—faster now, head bobbing, hand twisting at the base while I sucked hard, hollowing my cheeks. Saliva dripped down his shaft, coating my fingers, making every stroke slick and filthy.
His control cracked—hips thrusting shallow into my mouth, breath ragged. “Nyx—gods—your mouth—”
I let him fuck my throat for a moment—gagging just enough to make it real, eyes watering as I took him to the root. Then I pulled off again, standing slow, silk falling completely away.
Naked now—breasts heavy, nipples tight, pussy already slick and swollen from the power of it.
I pushed him back onto the war table—dream shifting to make it soft beneath him—and climbed on top, straddling his hips.
His cock nudged my entrance, hot and throbbing.
I sank down slow—inch by inch—taking him deep until he was buried completely. We both groaned.
“So full,” I whispered, rolling my hips. “Feel how wet I am for you? All for this.”
I started riding—slow at first, grinding down to feel every ridge, every vein dragging inside me. Then faster—lifting up until just the head remained, slamming back down, breasts bouncing, tail wrapping around his thigh.
He gripped my hips hard, claws pricking—thrusting up to meet me, growling nonstop.
“Fuck—you’re tight—milking me—”
I leaned forward, breasts in his face. He latched onto one nipple—sucking hard, teeth grazing—while I rode him harder, clit grinding against his pelvis with every downstroke.
The dream amplified everything—pleasure sharper, sensations endless.
I came first—hard, walls clenching around him in brutal pulses, slick gushing down his cock.
He followed seconds later—roaring, hips jerking as he spilled inside me, thick and hot.
We rode it out—me grinding slow, milking every drop.
Then I leaned down, lips to his ear.
“Help me, Eryx. Please.”
His eyes snapped open—golden, furious.
The dream shattered.
He shoved me off him—hard—rolling to his feet, chest heaving, cock still hard and glistening.
The war room reformed around us—cold, real in his mind now.
“How dare you,” he snarled, voice shaking with rage and leftover lust. “How dare you get into my dreams?”
I stood, naked and unashamed, letting the dream hold me steady.
“I needed to talk—”
“By sucking my cock and riding me like a whore?” he spat. “Get out. Now.”
I stepped closer instead. “Voss is rotting kids, Eryx. Elders covering it. I have proof coming. I need someone inside who isn’t compromised.”
His jaw clenched. He looked away—conflicted.
“Get. Out.”
The dream ejected me—forceful, painful.
I snapped back into my body on the apartment floor, gasping, thighs clenched, pussy throbbing from the phantom feel of him buried deep. The dream had been too real — his taste still on my tongue, his cock still stretching me in memory.
Lira stirred on the couch but didn’t wake.
I sat there in the dark, tail lashing hard enough to sting my own leg, heart pounding.
He was angry.
But he hadn’t said no.
Not yet.
Sleep didn’t come easy, but when it did, it was shallow and restless. I woke before dawn, made coffee and simple eggs for Lira — nothing fancy, just food — and left a note on the table:
Door stays locked. Window stays closed. Anyone knocks, you don’t answer. I’ll be back before dark.– N
She was still asleep when I left, curled tight under the blanket like she was trying to disappear.
The fortress was quiet in the early light, guards nodding as I passed — they knew me as the succubus who used to crawl the vents for intel. No one stopped me.
I went straight to Eryx’s office in the administrative wing — plain door, no ornament, just like him.
I didn’t knock. Just leaned against the frame and waited.
He appeared a minute later, boots silent on the stone, expression carved from ice. His eyes flicked over me — taking in the tight leather, the tail flicking irritably, the faint flush I couldn’t quite hide.
He stopped a few feet away, arms crossed.
“Hello, Eryx,” I said, voice low and sweet. “Sleep well?”
His jaw flexed. “Get inside.”
I stepped past him into the small office — desk, maps on the walls, no personal shit anywhere. He shut the door hard enough to rattle the frame.
“How dare you,” he said, voice dangerously quiet. “You think you can crawl into my fucking dreams, suck my cock, ride me like a—”
“Like a whore?” I finished, smiling sharp. “You seemed to enjoy it, beta. Came pretty hard for someone who didn’t want it.”
His eyes flashed gold. “Not everyone’s desperate to fuck a succubus, Nyxara. Some of us have standards.”
The words stung more than I expected. I pushed it down.
“Good thing I wasn’t offering my body,” I said coolly. “I was offering information. Voss. The director. He’s not just touching kids — he’s trafficking them. Elders know. They’re protecting him. Jenkins is rotting for something he didn’t do.”
Eryx went still. “Evidence.”
I laughed — bitter. “Me. I saw it. I worked there. I watched the way he looked at them, the way certain staff lingered—”
“That’s not evidence,” he cut in. “That’s hearsay. You want me to go to the Alpha with ‘I saw him look funny’?”
“You want me to hand you videos of the hospital director raping children?” I snapped. “Because that’s what it would take, and I’m not sacrificing another kid to get it.”
He rubbed a hand over his face. “Then we have nothing to talk about. I’ve got real work. Get out.”
I stepped closer — close enough to smell him, close enough that the dream heat flared between us again.
“Please,” I said, and I hated how small it sounded. “I’m begging you. An innocent man is in a cell. A girl is terrified. I can’t do this alone.”
He looked at me for a long moment — anger, conflict, something softer I didn’t want to name.
“Get real proof,” he said finally. “Video. Audio. Something undeniable. Bring me that, and I’ll make sure justice happens.”
I scoffed. “Oh great. You’re worse than the Devil.”
I turned to leave, tail lashing, but paused at the door.
One last shot.
I glanced back over my shoulder, smile slow and filthy.
“Great dick, by the way,” I said. “Thick. Perfect curve. I hope we finish what we started soon — awake this time.”
His growl followed me out the door.
But I felt his eyes on my ass the whole way down the hall.