Good dreams and bad.

You find yourself in a cosy and recognisable library. It's the one in the castle, where you, Lillian and a few other noble daughters recieved your early education. Thankfully, Master Balden and his wicked switch are nowhere to be seen. In fact, you notice you're alone, sitting in a comfortable chair in the middle of the room.

"Hello Mattie." A familiar voice comes from behind, followed by a pair of arms. As she plants a kiss on your cheek, and her soft blonde hair brushes against your ear, you have no doubt it's Lillian.

"Lili." You beam, as your best friend crosses into your field of vision. She's about a year older than you, but you've always been inseperable.

She kneels before you, between your open legs. As always, you're struck by her elegant beauty.

Wasting no time, the mage leans up, pulling you in for a passionate and length kiss, one you reciprocate with great interest.

"Damn, I've missed you." You whisper, as she withdraws ever so slightly.

"We should make up for lost time, no?" Lili asks. Already rubbing your thighs together, you eagerly nod.

With one practiced spell, Lili severs your silks, and has the white garment fall away, leaving you naked as a babe. Repeating the motion, but on herself, Lili stands as her dress falls away.

"You'll have to show me that one sometime." You smirk.

Lillian's maturity shows in her naked form. She's a little more... womanly than you, her breasts particularly are a feature you're a little jealous of.

Looming over you, Lillian comes in to kiss you once again, meanwhile her gifted fingers dance to your sex. The mage expertly manipulates you, drawing gasps and moans as easily as she would incantations with a quill. Withdrawing her touch as your arousal and anticipation builds, Lillian makes a show of sucking her digits clean.

"You're delicious, Mattie. Must be your royal blood." The mage whispers.

"I want more!" Your friend confesses, once again kneeling between your legs.

This time, she takes her nectar directly from the source, lapping away at your pussy. There's something about it, as well as the intense stare she gives you as she devours you, that drives you wild.

In a very unladylike fashion, you seize Lillian's golden locks and **** her closer and closer to your needy cunt.

Like a good subject, she services her liege well.

You make to get up from the chair, to take a more engaged role in loving Lillian, but she holds you in place with a hand to your stomach. As she wills it, fragments of your destroyed dresses snake up the legs of your chair, eventually tying themselves around your wrists and ankles. Struggling against your bonds, cry out to Lili.

"Lili, what are you playing at?" You ask frantically. But try as you might, you can't locate your friend anymore. She's seemingly disappeared.

In fact, the whole room is different. Rather than a cosy and comfortable library, you find yourself in the center of a dining room in some austere provincial castle.

From behind you, you hear the sound of footsteps. Not the faint, feminine footfalls you might expect from Lili, but the thundering steps of a man, or a beast.

A young man, as naked as you, draws near. You recognise him. His face from portraits, hidden away in dusty rooms throughout the castle. The Demon King, your father, King Bryce.

There's something in his eyes, a look of hatred and sadism that makes him live up to the whispered epithet the murky circumstances of his demise earned him. His prick, wicked and thick, is engorged as he bears down on you.

You make to scream as he enters you, but another segment of your dress magically coils up you body and gags your mouth.

You've never been with a man before, and the feeling now is agonising, not helped by the fact your very ability to scream has been taken away.

As the demon continues to violate you, you begin to feel as if you're floating above the scene, or witnessing it from a seat some feet away.

As Bryce pounds the unfortunate woman lashed to the chair, you notice that it's not you, but your mother! You must be dreaming of the hideous circumstances of your conception!

Marissa looks like you've never seen her before. Helpless, weak, in pain, screaming as the evil entity uses the young king's form to inflict cruelties on her. You see your mother's fingers grasping for a knife just out of reach.

Despite the brutality of the scene, something about it rings hollow to you. You close your eyes, and when you open them, things are quite different.

You're back, bound in place on the chair. But it's not King Bryce that's roughly plowing you. Quite the opposite in fact.

You're somehow in the body of the dead king. Astride him is a succubus, a desire demon, fearsome and alluring in equal measure. She looks like a comely woman, but with claws, batlike wings and skin the most poisonous shade of purple.

You struggle, you scream, but there is no denying the demon what she wants. Despite your best efforts, you give her your seed. The creature cackles. You see the knife come down, and feel it pierce your flesh. As you slump in the chair, dying, you get a look at the demon.

It has your mother's face.

-

You awake in a cold sweat to a darkened room. Once your breathing has settled, you rise from your covers and peer out of the blackout curtains your mother had installed in the royal bedroom.

Darkness still hangs over the castle.

Sitting on the edge of your bed, you spend a good while mulling over the contents of your dream. The first part seemed pretty obvious, but the nightmare of your father and the demon troubled you immeasurably.

Superstition held that dreams had a magic to them. That a dreamer was susceptible to the dead, or demonic or spiritual forces. A more scholarly belief was that dreams were abstract depictions of issues and problems that weighed on the dreamer's mind.

As you rose and began to prepare for an early start to the first day of your reign, you mused that you weren't sure which idea you liked less.