Maybe he can't control the Nightmare after all...

Immediately after straddling the demon's back, Aaralon began to feel the hair stand up on the back of his neck. As soon as his bare, limp cock and balls brushed against the Nightmare's black mane, he felt himself surge to life. His shaft hardened near-instantly and throbbed, eliciting a soft, whining grunt from Aaralon's lips. Vigorous energy surged through his body, and his skin seemed to burn or buzz pleasantly wherever he made skin contact with the Nightmare's black coat.

The beast, however, seemed to have a mind of his own. As soon as the young mage was securely ensconced on his back, he broke out into a brisk, easy trot. Aaralon's eyes widened and he hastily grasped at the stallion's mane, gripping it tightly. It took all he had to stay on the horse's back as his pace picked up, running off into who-knows-where at a startling speed.

A heavy pit began to settle in Aaralon's stomach. The mystery lover and his planned voyeurism through her dreams was long forgotten now. From his earlier experience with the Tar'oth, he was starting to lose confidence in his ability to harness demonic powers for his own gain.

The Nightmare's pace picked up even further. With his every movement, Aaralon could feel the raw power beneath the demon's coat and the ungodly warmth beginning to permeate from his every hair. The beast made a few long steps before he broke out into a massive leap into the dark abyss. The ground seemed to vanish, and stallion and rider entered into free-fall.

It was all the mage could do not to throw up. He clenched onto the Nightmare's mane and neck desperately as the world spun around them. On all sides, they were surrounded with pure nothingness. Gravity seemed to change rapidly with each passing moment, yanking Aaralon's nude body one way or another on the Nightmare's back, but the demonic stallion simply continued falling in the same direction at the same speed.

Suddenly, it all came to an end. The Nightmare and its rider slammed onto hard ground with a deafening clap of hooves. Aaralon cried out as his still-aching cock ground against the demon's mane. It wasn't for several long moments that he adjusted to his new reality, and could take in his surroundings properly.