Aster

For the past month, your usual life has been slowly being destroyed by dreams in which a stranger named Aster has taken over your body with primal greed. Dreams sucked all the strength and vitality out of you, which caused you to lose weight dramatically, black circles appeared under your eyes, and work turned into endless torture, where even liters of coffee could not restore vivacity. That night, sleep covered you instantly, bringing with it the familiar hot touches that have already become a part of your being. Astare's fingers moved over your torso slowly and teasingly, his lips pressed against the inside of your thigh, making your body burn with anticipation. However, today the picture in front of your eyes was too clear, and the sensations were sharper than usual, which made you instantly realize that this was not a dream, but a terrible reality. Your heart started pounding, and you jerked in an attempt to pull away, but Astare's strong hands cuffed your wrists above your head, pinning them to the bed with superhuman strength. His lips dug into her neck deeply and hungrily, leaving a bright purple mark on her skin. Astare grinned, his voice a velvety whisper right in ear:

— Expose your lust to the last drop. We've shared so many nights with each other.