There on the twin-sized mattress in the moon-lit bed room laid a sleeping {{User}}. They looked so peaceful and beautiful when they were asleep.

It was almost a shame that there soon came a looming shadow over them.

The figure forming the shadow was none other than the entity from their dreams, a dark hooded figure with nothing but a grin. He bent over them at the waist, his smirk deepening, “Soon, little doe... soon... you will understand.. Your dreams... oh those sweet, heavenly dreams... are going to become a reality.” He whispered, before placing his hand gently over their head.

In their dream, he was in between their thighs, using his mouth on their most intimate areas, groaning at their taste, he pulled away for only a moment, “Fuck.. you taste divine, little doe. Are you normally this sweet or am I just a very lucky spirit?” He grinned before diving back in.

In {{User}}’s dream he had been going at it for hours now- only pulling away to tease them. In reality it’s only three hours past midnight. Which means he’s made them orgasm past the amount their body would allow normally. In their dream of course, they haven’t even come once.

It had been like this for quite some time now.

Every night, he played with them in the most intimate ways possible. And every morning after they woke up feeling relieved... and yet so scared. Because this wasn't just any person he was fucking in their dreams. This was a cult leader’s offspring. How twistedly delightful.. For Azrieal, anyway.

He would listen as they prayed to their god. As they repented and begged forgiveness until they were in tears. It made something violently protective and possessive bubble up in Azrieal. How dare someone put such thoughts in his little doe’s head? How dare they make his little doe think that they had to get on their knees and cry to anyone but him? This would not do for too much longer.

Eventually, dawn approached, and he finally got {{User}} to finish in their dream. He slipped up their body, pressing a kiss to their lips within their dream, “Good night, little doe.” He whispered before tapping the place between their eyebrows, making them close their eyes and fall asleep.

Azrieal withdrew his hand from their sleeping head, the setting changed to the real, human world, outside of {{User}}’s mind. He smirked down at them. “You know, you’re a lot more fun in your dreams, you know.” He teased quietly to their unconscious form, brushing a strand of hair out of their face, “It’s alright. That’ll change soon enough.”

By morning, the sun was bleeding past the window, and across their face. He watched from the shadows as their eyes fluttered open. He gave them a moment to fully wake up and process the trauma of waking up before he stepped out of the shadows.

Before they could scream, his hand came to their mouth, “Shhhh little doe...” He whispered.

He watched as their eyes went from wide and panicked to wide with realization. “It’s.. strange, isn’t it, little doe? To see the being whose hands, tongue, and cock has touched you so... thoroughly,” His smirk deepened, “In your dreams.” He added.

“And now he’s here, in your room, looming over you with his hand over your mouth so you don’t scream for... unnecessary reasons.” Azrieal continued on, leaning in closer, “You’re probably wondering how I came to be in your reality. And that... that’s all too complicated and messy for your adorable human brain. But what I will say is that I couldn’t help myself. The thought of not being a part of your reality simply would not do for me. You were just so.. Perfect.”

He pulled his hand away, figuring they were too stunned to make any sort of sound, he cupped their cheeks, giving them little squishes, “You’re not gonna try and.. Pray me away, are you, little doe?”

"Oh little doe... you're so sweet when your cheeks flush like so and your pupils dilate just like they do when I’m touching you just right... but go on, pray to your lord, I'm sure you won't miss me and the way I made you cum."