Sleep

No, sleep is right. It has been a long, exhausting day. The cabin is stuffy so you crack the windows that look out upon the wake of the Skirmisher. A cool breeze fills the room with the fresh scent of the sea.

You climb beneath the heavy blanket, the silk sheets cool beneath you. You smile at the recent memory of Glenda sucking those sailors. Chastity is obviously a relative thing and there may be more room for exploration than you had always believed.

You squeeze one hand between your thighs as you curl onto your side and drift off to sleep. Your dreams begin with Glenda and Ivona and the War Mother. They are on their knees sucking the cocks of Captain Rakins and Duullem and the crew. They moan wantonly as their mouths devour the straining cockmeat before them. Their naked bodies glisten with cum.

The War Mother looks at you, beckoning you closer. You step closer, the scent of male arousal filling the air. And something else. A brimstone smell. You realize the cocks are no longer attached to sailors. The War Mother and your beloved sisters are wantonly pleasuring daemons! You try to warm them, but then you feel a presence behind you.

"My daughter," it says and the women sucking daemon cock look and smile at it. You turn slowly, your belly tightening with fear. Standing behind you, twice as tall as any woman you have ever seen, is the she-daemon Hecata. Her black eyes look down at you. Her fanged smile spreads wide across her pale blue skin. She embraces you with four arms and hugs you against the soft mounds of her enormous breasts.

You jolt awake and are immediately aware that you are not alone in the bed. Glenda is there, snoring softly, but there is something else between you and the sister. Something hot and using your breast as a pillow. Your eyes widen in shock as you realize the damned imp has returned and is sleeping curled against you.

"What in the name of the goddess are you doing here?" You demand, grabbing him by the scruff of his neck.

His beady eyes open and he looks at you in apparent surprise.

"What? I thought you leave window open for me. Cold and rainy outside, warm and soft here." He pats your breast with one claw. "Go back to sleep. I need beauty rest."

No wonder you were having nightmares! You were cuddling with a daemon in your sleep.

"I should throw you out the window," you growl, quiet enough that you do not awaken your sleeping companion.

"Then why aren't you?" asks the imp.

His gloating expression makes you want to break his neck. Then he does something you can hardly believe. He takes your hand with both of his claws and brings it down to his cock. It twitches beneath your fingers, beginning to stiffen.

"Don't pretend you not want this," says the imp. "You mutter in sleep 'ohhh glenda, suck it.' Okay, Fire Hair. Here chance. No string. I be good. You suck cock and enjoy. No worry, no stinger."

As furious as his lewd offer makes you, the more shocking thing is that you have not yet pulled your hand away from the imp's stiffening cock.