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Marcille hadn’t dream-walked in many years. It was typically left to Falin or, recently, Laios. But Falin wasn’t here and Laios was the current target of the nightmares. They were typically diligent about checking their pillows after her run in with them but they must’ve missed them in his somehow. He had been restless all night and it was bothering everyone. She had tried to wake him when Chilchuck scolded her, “You can’t wake him! He might get even weirder! You have to wake him up from inside the dream.” She wasn’t totally convinced these weren’t regular nightmares but having Laios be drained was never a good thing.

She laid her head on his stomach and closed her eyes, trying to focus on sleeping. It took a few moments but sleep found her quickly enough. She was in a long hallway lined with books. Oh, this was her dream. That’s right. She drew a portal and stepped into Laios’ dream. For a moment, she was confused. They were in the dungeon, in the hallway they had come through earlier.

But what really got her was seeing herself, pressed against the wall by Laios himself. His mouth was on Dream!Marcille’s neck and she was sighing blissfully at whatever he was doing to her. He wasn’t having a nightmare, he was having a sex dream about her . She wanted to do something but found herself unable to move. She couldn’t even look away.

Laios sank to his knees, pushing her robe up and burying his head between her legs. Dream!Marcille moaned as her head tilted back against the solid brick wall. When her eyes fluttered back open, she was looking at herself. And she smirked.

The real Marcille flushed deeply as she watched herself be devoured by her friend and enjoy it. Her other self dug one hand into Laios’ blond hair and then beckoned her with the other. And she obeyed. She was then pulled into a kiss with herself. It was amazing, the other her knew exactly what she liked. It helped that occasionally, she would moan when Laios hit a particularly sensitive spot. There was something extra erotic about the whole thing.

Their kiss was broken and Dream!Marcille pulled Laios’ head away from her cunt. He was panting and flushed and Marcille had to remind herself this was only a dream. “You’ve been such a good boy~” Her mirror purred, “I’ve gotten you a present.” She looked toward Marcille as did Laios.

His eyes widened and he scrambled to his feet. Why was she taller than he was? He hummed in excitement, reaching up to pet her. She looked down and huh. Weird. Wait. Why did she have fur? Why were there wolves coming out of her hips? Why did she have, she twisted to look behind her, four pairs of wolf legs and a wolf’s body?

She wanted to ask Laios what was going on but he was sticking his fingers in her mouth. She could taste herself on them and made her breath hitch. His thumb pressed into one of her fangs and he hissed as the iron tang of blood filled her senses. Instinctively, she pressed her tongue against his thumb and his blood tasted sweet , like her favorite treat.

He pulled his thumb back and she watched as he ran his tongue across the mark. It made her shiver to think of the things he may or may not have done to her other self with that appendage. He clicked his tongue before suddenly groping her. His hands slid along her breasts, pressing into the fur until he found her nipples. He muttered something to himself before sliding his hands down her body.

“Can you lay on your back? If it’s comfortable.” His voice was gravely, filled with lust, but curious too. She looked at herself only to receive a nod, as if she had been asking for permission. But she knelt down and rolled onto her back. It wasn’t as uncomfortable as she was expecting. The wolves around her hips seemed to only be in the front. Or mostly. She twisted her head to look at Laios, curious what he could be doing.

He crawled onto her wolf half, pressing his fingers into her fur again. She whimpered at the strange feeling. He combed all the way down to her back legs with a hum. Then he spread her legs wide and she yelped. He looked up, concerned, “S-sorry. I just wanted to see..”

Dream!Marcille huffed, walking toward the pair and shoving Laios down to his knees. “Stop hesitating, she’s your present. Just do it.” And he did, leaning forward to bury his face between her legs. She jerked but he wrapped his arms around her legs, pulling her closer. It felt amazing. Maybe it was because it was his dream but either way, every nerve in her body was singing.

The other version of her walked over to her, kneeling down to press another kiss into her lips. She can barely breathe between the two. They’re overwhelming and she doesn’t want them to stop. But they’re both pulling away, leaving the scylla panting on the floor.

Laios crawled over her, pressing into her with little warning. It didn’t hurt though, she wasn’t sure if it could. He filled her perfectly as he began to thrust. It was slow at first but he started to fuck her with abandon. Her claws racked his shoulders and he growled, leaning down to bite her chest. Pleasured pain surged through her and she was so very close. But Dream!Marcille had other ideas. She grabbed Laios by his leash (had he always had that on?) and pulled him away from Marcille.

He growled and she realized he was more monster than man at the moment. His body was covered in gray striped fur, neck ringed with crimson feathers, and his face was something between a man and a wolf. He pulled at the leash, trying to get back to his mate. Marcille whined in response, less concerned with what was happening to him and more concerned with the uncomfortable feeling of being edged.

Dream!Marcille grabbed his head again, pushing it between her legs. Two pairs of green eyes held contact as he dutifully began to eat her out again. “You should probably wake up soon. They’re starting to get suspicious.”

Marcille jerked awake, suddenly. She was drenched in sweat, as was Laios. It was too warm for her here. She kicked off her blankets and ignored the way Senshi and Chilchuck were looking at her. A cool drink of water would calm her down so she scrambled toward the fountain, splashing her face as Laios woke up behind her. He sat up and she couldn’t look at him. The others were checking him over and deemed he was fine. He then shuffled over to the fountain, crouching down next to her. She watched him gulp down a handful of water, her gaze lingering on a bead of water making its way down his neck.

“Ten.” He said softly, not looking at her. She tilted her head, “You had ten.”