The Devil's Dream Girl

Prologue: Alter Ego

AMARIS SIMPSON

I tapped my stiletto nails on the marble-top bar as I waited for my shot of tequila. Once it was in my hands, I threw it back, nodding to the bartender for another. I needed the liquid courage to get through the night. It had been two years since my inner being awakened, and I still wasn't comfortable with the change. Calm down, Amaris. Focus. We need to choose someone with a strong aura. It's a full moon tonight, she spoke in my head. I nodded before I grabbed my last shot and scanned the lounge, looking for prospects. No one immediately caught my eye. I pulled my cell phone from my purse to look at the time. It was eleven-fifty-five, which meant that I had about two minutes to find someone. I finally threw my last shot back and slid the glass toward the bartender. After that, I slid my thin purse strap on my shoulder and made my way deeper into the lounge.

Head up, shoulders back, Love. We are the finest being in the room, she coached me. I subtly rolled my eyes. Don't get it twisted. My encouragement is less about your feelings and more about us being too sexy for you to be nervous, she added, always reminding me that she didn't care about my feelings. Ignoring her, I scanned the club again and briefly caught a dark figure sitting in a corner, gawking at me. Before I could investigate it further, I felt an energy pull at me, which meant she had chosen her victim of the night. He's the one, Amaris, she told me. I turned my attention to a guy who stood at the bar and watched me as he sipped his drink. He had tawny skin, and he looked about five-ten, but he was stocky. She liked men with meat on their bones, so I understood her attraction to him. I held my finger out and summoned him to me. He slowly strode toward me, stopping a few inches in front of me.

"Hey, beautiful," he said in the Caribbean-like accent I grew to love since I moved to Kingstown two years ago.

"Hi. handsome! I would offer you my name, but it's irrelevant tonight," I replied. The right corner of his thin lips curved upward as his honey-colored eyes sparkled with mischief.

"Is dat right?"

"Yeah. Besides, if we don't exchange names, we can bask in the mystery of our desires," I answered, sounding too much like her for my comfort. This time, he exposed his naturally white, gap-toothed smile. He wore gold fangs with diamonds on a few of his teeth. That shit turned even me on. I loved the way southern men accentuated their smiles with grills, diamonds, and jewels. It added to their sex appeal, especially if they wore it well.

"Wuh is it dat you desire, Pretty Black," he asked, complimenting my dark, sepia skin. The way those two words rolled off his tongue had my juices pooling. I almost felt ashamed of myself.

I stepped closer to him and pulled him forward before whispering, "I want to fuck you in multiple dimensions, making you cum in alternate realities."

He slightly pulled back and stared into my eyes. A smirk graced his face once he realized that I was serious. "Oh yeah? I needs dat," he finally responded. My canines sank into my soft lips.

"Come and get it," I commanded before strutting away. I didn't have to look back to see if he was following me. You're way too good at this, Love, she complimented. I shook my head as I escorted him to the lobby's elevator, thankful that it was empty. I pulled my phone from my purse and checked the time. It was finally midnight. I breathed deeply and prepared myself to leave the driver's seat and let her take over, like she had almost every night since our pact.

NOCTRA VEYRA

After I had fully awakened, I smirked as I pressed the button to stop on the sixth floor. I turned to my victim and looked him over, admiring his muscular build. It had been a few days since Amaris had allowed me out to play, and I was starving. I licked my lips and prepared to sample my meal. While his back was pressed into the wall, I roamed his body with my hands until I reached the bulge in his pants. I ran my palm along his length and was pleasantly surprised. He smirked as he peered at me through low, beady eyes, letting me know that whatever he drank in the lounge was working. I pulled my lip into my mouth as I undid his pants. I was trying to contain my excitement. I stood in front of him with my feet hip-width apart, pulling his dick out, and letting it hang between my pussy lips. I was wearing a red mini dress that hung halfway to my thighs, so I pushed it toward my hips, slipped my thong off, balled it up, and placed it into his mouth.

He blinked in disbelief, but didn't object, so I placed my hand at the base of his shaft and my wet pussy against the head of his dick and began to thrust as I stroked him in tandem, using my pussy juice to lubricate him. I started slow and steady, until I found a rhythm that let me speed up without losing it. My clit throbbed as his dick hardened. Once it was to my liking, I squatted and swallowed his dick whole before massaging it with my tongue. I bobbed my head, occasionally speeding or slowing my pace. His eyes bucked as he tried to pull back from me. However, I grabbed his thighs and pulled him closer. He panted heavily but didn't remove my panties from his mouth. He was a good boy already, and I hadn't used any sex magic yet. He'd be my sex slave once I did, though. I switched between stroking his rigid shaft, flicking my tongue across his head, and deep throating him until I sensed that he was near climax. Then, I pulled his dick from my throat, stood, smoothed my dress in place, and started the elevator as he put his dick away and stared at me through confused, wide eyes. When the elevator was on the eleventh floor, I headed to my room with him quietly trailing behind me.

After pulling my room key from my purse, I unlocked the door. Turning toward him before I entered my hotel suite, I asked, "Are you sure you want what's about to go down on the other side of this door?"

"Hell yeah," he swiftly responded. I nodded before I stared into his honey-brown eyes and began chanting under my breath. It's nourishment I seek. Plentiful and powerful and replenishing me. His passion I'll inflame, and for me he'll do the same. Make him bow to me. Serve me on bended knee. For this is his fate. This night only, he'll be my mate, I repeated three times as I looked into his eyes. He closed them for a few seconds before opening them again. They blinked sleepily and glowed. Satisfied with the results, I stepped over the threshold and ushered him into the dreamscape, which was my lair.

"Welcome to my home, servant! You won't remember anything that happens here, but I will," I snickered. He stood still and awaited my demands. "However, you do get to choose your form

of payment. Shall it be a little BDSM, dominance and submission pegging, or-" I was about to say before he went over to my BDSM bench. I smirked before following him.

"Torture by pleasure or pain?"

"Pleasure," he immediately replied. I undressed him and strapped him onto the bench on his back before grabbing some tools from my stash and lining them on my table. Then, I straddled him to finish my transformation. I pushed him inside me and rode him methodically, gradually speeding up my pace. A flash of heat came over me as a thick layer of skin grew over my human skin. As usual, my pussy drooled like teeth were growing inside of it.

"Aw, fuck," my victim grunted. I panted and threw my head back as my horns and fangs grew in. I dug my sharp nails into the man's flesh as I held my breasts and felt them almost triple in size. My waist got thinner, my hips spread, and my ass got thicker.

"Aaaah," I moaned as my wings grew into my shoulder blades. I bounced on his dick faster, thrusting my hips in between. "You feel that power? So much power flowing between us. Mmmm,'' I whined as his life energy transferred to me. It was going to be hard as hell not to suck it all up. It tasted so fucking good, empowering me, making me high off the trip.

Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of a dark figure standing in the corner watching me with a sinister smile. Before I could say anything, it disappeared, but not before startling me. No one was supposed to know I existed. let alone enter my lair. I had to figure out who dared to infiltrate my space and make sure they never did it again. If I allowed someone to find out about me, my contract with Amaris would be null and void. I couldn't have that, especially since I needed to find a way to make her accept me, not as an alert ego, but as her true self. If she didn't, soon I would perish.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey, Loves! So, I've been avoiding the fantasy genre ever since I started writing because the fantasy genre is so vast that there are so many tropes, creatures/characters, and realms to explore that it can be overwhelming. However, I've decided to explore the genre, and I would love it if you could help me along this journey. Since this is my first time writing a romantasy, I wanted to get live feedback on the first novel in my Hood Dreams & Midnight Secrets series. I accept all constructive criticism and would love to hear your thoughts about this story. I will update this story every week. If you are subscribed to my newsletter, you will get emails whenever there's a new development. I will also notify those of you who are subscribed to my Patreon. If you aren't, sign up here. Thank you in advance for your cooperation! Enjoy!

The Devil's Dream Girl is my first romantasy. I plan to post a new episode weekly on my blog to get live feedback since this is my first time writing a fantasy story.