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A demon showed Dream to his room. He didn’t really need to, the King of Dreams had been a guest in Hell for ten days now, but Lucifer liked demonstrating his power and influence. Since he didn’t need to pay attention to the way, his thoughts wandered around and arrived at his home and his wife.

The Queen had been invited to Hell on his side but declined. Both knew that the invitation was mere politeness, Lucifer’s realm was not safe for her, so him arriving alone had been expected. She remained in the Dreaming and ruled with Lucienne in his absence, and he trusted both with this task.

They had arrived at his room and the demon did a mocking bow before vanishing. Dream entered his room and sighed. He didn’t like this place, and the sooner this visit was over the better, but it would be at least another week before his work here would be done, so all he could do was wait it out.

After exchanging the ceremonial robe for some pants and a light coat, he laid down on his bed and closed his eyes. His thoughts wandered, but all inevitably ended up in the same place: His wife. They had been married for just over five months now, and he felt bad for leaving her behind, even if it was for her own good. And gods, did he miss her. He wanted her next to him, to wrap his arms around her body and feel her skin on his, so that he could tell her about his day, and she could tell him about hers, and then he could let his hand wander over her body and make her moan and squirm under his touch.

He felt an erection grow between his legs and with another sigh, he began rubbing the front of his pants. What a pity that his love was far away out of his reach.

Or was she?

Morpheus closed his eyes and reached for his realm, and the Dreaming responded. Dreams and nightmares surrounded him, but he didn’t care for them, he was searching for one particular Dreamer, hoping that she would be asleep right now. Soon, he was rewarded when he felt her presence and entered her dream.

Wind ruffled his hair, and he could smell the flowers his wife had planted in her garden. Dream was standing on her porch, where she had asked him for a kiss a few years ago, and immediately went to open the door, no knocking necessary. Inside, he saw her, bent over her kitchen table and humming a tune to herself while sorting freshly cut flowers. She didn’t notice him at first, but when he purposely stepped on a creaking floorboard, she spun around, her face immediately lighting up when she spotted him.

“Dream!”, she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately, seemed like she was missing him just as much as he did her, “I must have fallen asleep on the couch while reading. Did I call you here? I’m sorry, didn’t mean to keep you from your work.”

“You are not keeping me from doing anything, I came here hoping to find my Queen. Besides, there is no reason to apologize, even if you called me here, you know that you are the most important thing in my life”, he pulled her closer and buried his nose in her hair, inhaling her comforting scent.

“How is your trip going?”, her hands wandered under his coat and caressed his naked skin.

“It is Hell, quite literally,” her touch was sending gooseflesh up his back, “I’m afraid my duties will require me to stay there for longer than expected…”

“That sucks.”

“I know. I feel bad for abandoning you so soon after our wedding, but it had to be done.”

“You didn’t abandon me,” she cupped his jaw and gently ran her fingers over his cheeks, “You are on a necessary work trip, I understand, honestly. But I do have to admit to missing my husband by my side…”

His erection had come back, and his Queen noticed. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed his lips before moving on to his neck and collar bone. Hell was a hard place, and only when her hand gently stroked his chest did Morpheus notice how much being in Hell, separated from his wife, had really affected him. He sighed and let himself lean into her gentle touch, trying to memorise the feeling so that the echoes of her fingers would carry him through his time in Hell.

“My love,” he moaned and slid his hand around her waist while using the other to steady himself on one of the kitchen chairs. Frustratingly, she moved her lips away from his neck and to his ear, her breath hot on her skin as she spoke:

“Why don’t we make up for lost time, right now? Can we do that in my dream?”

“We absolutely can, darling,” he groaned and turned his head to kiss her deeply. Once their kiss had ended, the Queen dropped to her knees, her lips red and swollen and her eyes clouded with lust, lust for him.

Gently, she kissed the sensitive skin below his navel, sending shivers down his spine. Then, after holding his gaze for a moment and receiving a small nod as silent confirmation, she slowly opened his pants and caressed his painfully hard cock through the fabric of his underwear, earning a low growl from him. She leaned forward and kissed his still clothed erection, and he gripped the chair harder, close to begging her to stop torturing him and to finally give it to him.

And give it to him she did. After a few tantalizing moments that felt like hours to the Lord of Dreams, his wife fully pulled down his pants and licked the tip of his cock. Caught of guard, he couldn’t contain his moan and leaned forward, encouraging her to continue and even taking him in her mouth. But she held out, instead gently running her hand up and down his shaft and grazing the head with her tongue, her lips soon shining with spit and precum. When he thought he couldn’t take it anymore, she finally opened her mouth to swallow him, allowing him the first feel of her hot, wet inside.

She moved her head back and forth, looking up at him through her lashes as his hand found its way into her hair, not pulling, just holding on as she sucked his cock.

“My Queen,” he moaned as he could hear her gag around his shaft, feeling her throat tightening, “You look divine, and even more, you feel divine. You have overtaken my days and nights, ever since you stepped foot into this cottage and my realm. Being parted from you is destroying me, it is the greatest torture Hell and Lucifer could inflict on me.”

She took him all in and he could feel his tip hit the back of her mouth, a loud growl escaped his mouth as he tightened his grip on her hair.

“I would give it all up for you, my love, and I will let you know it every day,” he praised her as she continued swallowing him down, “You are so good at this, I have done nothing to deserve you, I still cannot believe that you accepted my proposal, accepted me and keep allowing me to be a part of your life.”

He felt himself close to tipping over the edge, so he let go of her hair and placed his free hand on her shoulder, an established gesture between them. She barely had time to release his cock and wipe her mouth with the back of her hand before he picked her up and lifted her onto the table, kissing her passionately and tasting himself on her lips. His hands found their way to the front of her bodice almost without his doing, opening her dress and caressing the familiar curves of her body. Had this been a normal encounter in their bedroom, he would have taken his sweet time with her, worshiping every inch of her exposed skin, but he needed this badly, so he settled for massaging her breasts and running his tongue around her nipples, earning soft moans from her.

The heat beneath his skin became almost unbearable, so Morpheus slid his wife’s underwear down before parting her legs and pushing her upper body flat down on the table. Now it was his turn to go to his knees, he pushed up her skirt and found her slit, already red and dripping wet for him. Regardless, he leaned forward and gently blew on her core, making her gasp and causing her hand to jerk into his hair. He smiled to himself and hummed:

“You look divine, my love. I will never grow tired of seeing you like this.”

She squirmed and dangled the object of his affection before him, and what else was he to do than lean even further and begin eating her out. She moaned and gasped his name as he sucked her clit and slid one finger in her. She bucked her hips and whimpered, begging him from more.

Normally, Dream would have told her to be patient and savoured the interaction, teasing her with a second and then a third finger before finally giving her his cock, but he himself couldn’t hold back for much longer. He gave her one last smack and saw how wet she was, then stood up and giving himself a few strokes before placing himself in front of her entrance. He gripped onto her hips and thought her gaze, searching for confirmation and finding it in her eyes before sliding into her.

The sensation of her hot, wet orifice overwhelmed him at first, but he quickly adjusted and began moving back and forth, earning even more moans and gasps from his wife. She wrapped her legs around his hips and used this to pull herself closer, her face distorted with lust, her back arched, and the flowers she had been arranging crushed by her body.

He fell forward and tried to steady himself with his hand next to her face, using the proximity to crush his lips into hers, taking her breath away while increasing his pace and feeling her whimpering into the kiss. When they parted for her to catch her breath, he growled:

“You feel like a Dream, my love”

As predicted, Morpheus didn’t last long, soon after the Queen moaned and tightened around him, he felt the pressure build and spilled himself inside her. They remained like this for a few moments, panting and exchanging a few lazy kisses, neither wanting this moment to end and return to the Waking World.

Eventually, he moved out of her and helped her sit up, giving her another kiss.

“I miss you,” he whispered and caressed her arms, “If I could, I would return to our Kingdom right this moment.”

“I know,” she placed her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, “I want you back, too. But you have your duties, and it is my duty to support you, so I’m fine with however long it takes to have you with me again.”

She was so much stronger than him, there was truly no better Queen for the Dreaming than her. Gently, Morpheus rearranged her dress and, no matter how much he wanted to remain here with her, stepped back.

“I’m afraid I have to return to Hell now, my love”

She stood up and stood on her tiptoes to steal a kiss.

“That’s probably for the best. I meant to take a bath before I fell asleep, probably need that even more now.”

He pulled her close one last time.

“When I’m back”, he promised, “I will worship you the way you deserve.”

She gave him a smile.

“Looking forward to it.”