Fever feeble dreams

Remus' dreams were feverish and otherwordly. He was in a dark place, a twisted place, surrounded by ashes of destruction and burnt bodies. There he saw him, there he saw himself, amongst the centre of the very destruction, the eye of chaos.

He was tall and muscular, he was handsome and manly, there was no fear or doubt in his eyes, every centimetre of his body was made of pure and raw power. His cock was the only thing that was the same, but it was covered in the saliva of a hundred women and the blood of many virgins. Just as he look over his other shelf he landed on the floor with powerful wings, and a dozen of slaves crawled to lick his body, **** to serve him, to be rewarded.

"You disgust me, weakling." He heard himself say, with a thunderous voice to rival the thunder of the gods. "This is not who you are."

"S... Sorry." He said, lowering his head.

The dragon roared to the skies with fury, as if he had heard the worst of insults. "Do not to dare say that word in my presence, you fool! You are never sorry, you never ask for forgiveness: you are the Black Winged ****, a Scion of Darkness, an Emissary of Destruction itself. You will burn and kill, for that is your purpose."

"I... I..."

"All that lives shall die, all that exist shall serve... what you desire...." She pointed to the floor, were the slaves and whores crawled, and there she was the beautiful Lunnara. "... you shall take."

"Mommy!" He screamed, feeling the meaning of that word from his very soul. He wanted to save her, he wanted to protect her. Only he can.

"A mother she is to no one," said his other self "less to you. She is flesh, nothing more."

"No..."

"Fire burns the flesh. It is meant to be consumed."

He looked closer at the elf-woman. It was his mommy, yes, but a distorted and sad version of her: her tits were massively engorged, with heavy chains dangling from her nipples, her elongated and slender frame was hideously deformed, with bigger, grotesque lips and a bigger, inflated ass, the scent of dark magic tainted her body, turning her into a flesh cushion. She was pregnant of a thousand sons and all light has faded from her beautiful eyes.

"What have you done to her!?" He screamed.

"Why would that matter?" The dragon got closer to her. " She is a set of holes, carved in flesh for your pleasure." His other self took the head of the she-elf and rammed his colosal cock down her throat with complete brutality. He started to facefuck his mommy without caring at all about her, and she had no strength left to even react to it. She just opened her mouth and let her saliva flow.

"NO!" He screamed. "STOP THIS! She is good and cares for me!"

The Dragon looked back at her with harsh red eyes. "A Dragon does not care for the feelings of mortals. You do not care, Remus."

The world seemed to scream that name as it collapsed on itself and he woke up from the nightmare.