She spies the Nightmare

This wasn't supposed to happen. Aaralon was fairly sure of it. He and his demonic horse were supposed to be invisible to the dreamer... it was just the occasional glimpse of the beast that allowed people to suspect that nightmares might be related to big, black, horses.

Covered in cum, crawling towards them on her hands and knees, Lanna seemed to have more than just an "occasional glimpse" of the demon though.

She licked her lips and moved in, crawling carefully towards the beast's hind legs even as the ranks of men behind her lined up, cocks held in their hands and masturbated.

Aaralon tried not to look. He wasn't interested in the cum shower that rained down onto Lanna's arse as she crawled. He was more interested in whether or not she could really see the demon, could see she him, could she interact?

But what sort of risk was this? What would happen if he allowed Lanna to reach the horse. It was clear what the kinky dreamer might have in mind.