It Was Just a Dream... It Has to Be a Dream...
"It was a dream... It has to be, it has to be a dream..."
Slap, slap, slap, slap...
"Hngh! Hngh, th-this lewd, hngh, succubus bitch!"
"Huuu♡, heeek♡, haaah♡, haaah♡"
Smaaaack! Smaaaack! SMAAAAACK—!
"Kihiiit! Kyaaahuuuaaaang! Kkaahng!"
"You're no ordinary slut, are you? Hoo, getting soaked so quickly just from getting smacked like this?"
"Good, so good! So hit me more, more! Hit me harder, succubus, ram it, ram it in deeeeper♡"
"...I've read plenty of books on the subject, but you're the most obscene wench I've ever seen. Fine. I'll fuck you to death!"
"Hehe— kkh, kkrrgh, kkhi, hit. Hiiit♡"
My neck... strangled. Down there too. Keep thrusting. Wrapping both arms around me. I squeeze back hard.
"Gkh, ah, ugh—♡"
Can't... breathe. I'm dying. Gonna die like this. My stupid, blank mind. Can't think. Just feels good. Good. I love this. Die like this, float away. Die as a succubus... drowned in pleasure......♡
I opened my eyes. A dim room. An unfamiliar ceiling. I couldn't say a word.
"...Fuck."
My whole body was soaked in cold sweat. But I couldn't get up. I was scared to move. Because of the dream. Another dream. But this one was different from before. The previous ones replayed real events as nightmares. But just now... what the hell was that? What even was it?
Me, with the hero. Inside the tent. I said I was hungry, and the hero... pulled down her pants. And. And then...
"No, no. No. No."
I shook my head side to side. The horns sprouting from my head made it awkward. Still, I forced it. Trying to shake off those thoughts I'd just remembered. Those scenes, too vivid. Like shaking off dust.
What the hell is this? This isn't me. No way, it's not.
Even the dream where I was running away was better. But... the hero's a woman. So why did she have... that? And I'm a guy. I was a human guy. Even if I look like this now. Even as a succubus. I was a man. And yet me... getting hit hard by the hero, squeezed, strangled, and all the while, thrusting, thrusting non-stop...
"Haa, haa, haa..."
The memories came in short, fragmented bursts, at least. If I'd remembered every vivid detail, I might've really wanted to die. But the sensations lingered sharp. Even if the scenes were hazy in my mind, my body remembered them clearly. The excruciating pain of my breasts being crushed. The terror when my limbs were bent to their limits. The shock rippling through me from slaps to my ass. The brain-mashing feel of my horns gripped tight. The crushing weight on my head. The burning agony of blocked breath. And through it all... that thing pistoning in and out of me...
My heart pounded again. Deep in my oversized tits, it raced. I pressed both hands to my chest—aiming for bone, not flesh—trying to suppress it.
"Why, why..."
It was obvious horror. I was scared right now, no question. But my body wasn't. This insane flesh was getting excited just from the thought. It felt good. The memories too. In that dream. Me, taking that violence, that rape-like treatment... I thought it was good. It was good. So I begged for more. With my own mouth, my own mind. Because I wanted it.
"No, it was just a dream. Bullshit dream. Just. Haa. Fuuuck."
My head throbbed. Palm to forehead, and it came away slick with sweat. I couldn't lie there forever, so I propped myself up halfway. The sudden weight of my tits settling on me sent fresh chills down my spine. Because of these tits, on these tits...
I glanced around. The hero's tent. Candle out, dim, but daylight seeped in enough to make things out. Even straining in the faint light, no hero. I grabbed the blanket still draped over me. Walked slowly, very slowly.
"Please, please..."
No clothes on. My purple skin fully exposed. Gulped dry air. No, don't know yet. Maybe I just slept naked. Doesn't have to mean anything.
Bare as I was. In the shadows, my skin looked grotesque. No way this was human. It was my body—but suddenly furious that this was mine—I looked down anyway. First, the tits that filled my view. Left one, yeah. Before, I'd hated even touching them, but now I caressed carefully with both hands. The feel was weird, but that wasn't the point. Around here. Like this. That huge hand... but nothing. Checked the other side too, same. Nothing.
"Phew..."
Relief. Of course, but I'd really wondered. Like how past escapes turned to nightmares, what if that wasn't a dream but real? That's why I checked—no bruises. Even roughly grabbed like that, it'd leave handprints even without blood. Nothing. Just soft, ticklish flesh. My ass that got beaten raw, my neck strangled full-force... just clammy from sweat, no pain. Down there that got pounded... same. Tension finally eased. I tilted my head back. Bed and blanket a bit damp, but screw it—I wanted to lie down again. Dim enough, maybe sleep would come easy. Yeah. Just a dream. Impossible, no way. Crazy nonsense. Even if I'm a succubus now. That couldn't happen. How could a woman's body have that, and me enjoy it? Maybe because it's a succubus body in the dream. Yeah, that's it. Nothing else. They said meals are semen now, so maybe dreams go weird too.
That thought made lying back feel risky. I stopped. What if I keep having dreams like that? My mind says no, but with this body... what if it keeps happening? Come to think of it, I'm not hungry. Did I eat some gruel yesterday? Or... from getting wrecked in the dream? If so, maybe that's for the best. Best of the worst. Not actually happening in reality. But the sensations were too real. If I have to keep feeling that in dreams...
"You're awake."
"Eek?!"
The sudden voice made me shriek shrilly. The tent flap, split vertically for entry. The hero stood there, holding it open. Bright daylight behind her. Sunlight made her blonde hair glow, but her face was backlit, hard to see. My gaze on the hero drifted down. Pants on proper... what the hell am I looking at? I shook my head frantically.
"Is your body alright?"
I nodded vaguely, then froze. Why ask? Did I collapse last night or something? Probing my memories, it cut off at begging for food. Probably passed out after. Explains the dream...
"I'm fine."
"Even after that..."
Her voice was small, mumbling. What for?
"F-food... no. You gorged yesterday, so you're good."
"Uh, y-yeah...?"
Gorged... Lots of times. If gorged means gorged, and no hunger now... wait. How does the hero know? Do my dreams show to others? Weird sleep-talk? Or succubus dream demons enter dreams? No explanation from the mage, so even my body, just guesses. But suspicious. How does she know?
"Uh, s-sorry."
My wandering thoughts halted at her words.
"F-first time and all, too rough..."
"...Pardon?"
"B-but, you were so slutty... no, no. Sorry."
Rest up. She left those words and hurried out. Alone again. Alone, and told to rest. Could lie down... but no way.
"...No, it's not. That's not it."
Cooling sweat started flowing again. Hands trembled. Mouth repeating no, no. No way. No. I'm a guy. Was a guy. Body's fine. No pain, no marks from that. So dream. Yeah, dream. 'Cause I'm a dream demon now. Pulled the hero into my dream and did it.
"Yeah, that's it, so, that, ugh—"
Body pitched forward. Tits squished. Horn bumped blanket-covered legs. Hands clamped over mouth. Even conceding a thousand times it was a dream, not real... I wanted it. I asked for it. Even in a dream. Especially in a dream, I shouldn't have. I'm a guy. Even repeating it... back then, I loved it.
"Hngh, ugh, uuugh."
And if it wasn't a dream. If it really happened. Woman hero with that thing. Me, eyes rolling, begging like a slut. Hero's virginity, my virginity— like a crazy bitch. Good. Hit me. Deeper. Harder. Faster. Choke me...
If that's all true.
"Urk, ugh."
Dizzy. Nauseous. Horrific. Worse than the hero's thing—the most revolting was me. Precisely, this body. Mouth plugged, but no vomit rises. Instead, imagining it... body buzzes with pleasure again.
"...Hngh, hkk, hngh."
Hands weren't stopping puke—they were stifling sobs leaking out. Scared someone might come. Hands tight, I cried. Miserable. Pathetic state.
"Haaa, ahkk..."