"Absolutely, sweetie," they reply as they stretch and twist and smile at Ava. "Honestly, we've been at this long enough that we're getting kinda soupy, so it's a great time for an interruption."

They stand up and scoop her into their arms.

Every time the Pirates do this makes her heart melt just a little. She's been cursed with a body that's tall even for a boy, so having them put in the time and effort to learn to lift her is just... Princessly. She feels tended to, and it's perfect. 

It's a quick few strides over to bed, and they get comfy on their side, laying down on their side with their head on the pillow. They fold their left arm across their chest, and grab a handful of the blankets with their right arm and pull them in close to their chin. 

This is the only position they can get to sleep in quickly, but when they take it they can drop off within ten minutes or so. 

"We love you, soup," Ava says. "It's so good to be yours."

They lean down and press a soft kiss to their loves' forehead. "We love you too, precious darlings. So good to have you, and so good to be yours in return. Keeping you forever and always, darlings." 

Soft fingers run through Ava's hair, and they smile tenderly. "Sleep well."

"Goodnight, lovely soup. Goodnight." 

Ava closes her eyes, and relaxes into bed. Usually the Pirates join her in bed later in the night; she goes to bed quite early, around nine most nights, since she takes soporific medications and it's the easiest way for her not to be groggy all day long. 

One last forehead kiss, and then they turn out the bedroom light and head out to finish their night.

And within ten minutes, Ava is out like a light.

She finds herself in a room with black stone walls, lit by flickering red candles. Dark, luxurious rugs cover the stone floor, and she is sitting on an enormous four-poster bed with black blankets and red sheets. She's wearing lacy lingerie, and seems to be shorter than she remembers being. Perhaps she should inspect herself further?

Huh. No sensory blurriness. And she's in a proper body, wow. She feels between her legs and finds a pussy there, and is surprised to also get full feedback from it — usually pleasure in her dreams is a lot hazier than that. 

She can't see herself, so it's hard to tell, but she gets the sense that she's shorter. And her breasts are certainly larger than her HR-Titties. 

And she feels this craving, to be touched and felt and claimed and fucked —

Yes, a sex dream!!!!

She's got a terrible track record of summoning partners with lucidity — not enough experience in reality yet — but she's more than happy to go along with what the dream wants. 

... so she immediately starts to masturbate, a little awkwardly with her unfamiliar body. She's only got a limited time here in a proper body and she doesn't want to waste it. 

As Ava begins to masturbate, she finds a haze begins to come over her, filling her mind with blissful fog. Decisions get harder. Far simpler just to react and experience.

And then a demon appears. She's tall, red-skinned, with pointed horns curling above her head, full breasts, a barbed tail swishing behind her, and a thick cock hanging erect between her legs. She strides up to the bed, climbs on next to Ava, and scoots in behind her. Without any greeting or preamble, she rams her cock deep into Ava's pussy, filling her deeply. Her hands wrap around to grope Ava's breasts, while her own squish against Ava's back.

Ava lets out a strangled gasp. The pleasure is so bright and so intense, and she didn't ask for it, and at the same time it feels deeply satisfying, deeply like she's meant for this... 

She feels scared and violated but at the same time it feels like this is what the dream wants, what's supposed to happen, what's right for her — 

It's awful and perfect at the same time and honestly she is kind of kinking on it and she's not sure how she feels about that —

But it's okay. All the emotions wash away in the cloud of blissful fog, and she forgets she ever wanted to resist. 

It feels good. 

Before she realizes it, her body's moving against the demon's, not struggling but pressing into them, feeling them brighter, taking them more, and joy bubbles up in her heart as her perfect girlish body is used for the purpose she's always dreamed it would be... 

She picks up her pace as Ava accepts her purpose and gives in, thick shaft thrusting home hard and fast, pounding into her, taking her. Every slap of skin against skin feels like fulfillment of something important, like she's meant to be used.

The demon's hands caress Ava's face, her neck, her breasts, her hips, savoring her body and taking her pleasure from it. Every motion is selfish, possessive, and somehow even that feels like it completes something.

Fuck. This is turning into a very good dream. 

Before she knows what's happening she's coming, overwhelmed by the feeling of being claimed, being owned, being taken, being the possession of this demonic stranger — 

Normally there'd be a twinge of hesitation, there, but the haze on her mind chokes it out, makes her feel nothing but how wonderful it all is. 

She takes it, full eagerly. 

The demon comes as well, spurting a thick load inside Ava, hot and sticky and electrically arousing.

Then she turns, lifting Ava up as she rolls onto her back, twisting the smaller girl around to face her, not even pulling out as they move together.

She wraps one hand around Ava's ass, one around a breast, twists her tail around her waist, and lifts her up easily, high enough that only the tip of her cock is within her.

Then the demon grins hungrily and slams Ava back down, thrusting into her body like a toy.

Oh fuck yes. She just came, but she does not actually care. At all. Waves of heat flare across her body as she shudders in ecstasy, and her toes clench as she's just plainly used.

Her body loves it. She loves it. The blissful fog all through her thoughts heavily approves. 

She comes again, and again, and again... 

The demon keeps taking her, deep and hard and persistent, in position after position: bent over the bed, held in midair while the demon stands, even missionary. Orgasm after orgasm fills and covers Ava with sticky, white seed until she's an exhausted mess. 

Eventually, when Ava is well and truly spent, the demon gathers her up into her arms and pets her tenderly, holding her and cooing gently in her ear while she recovers.

And despite herself, tears start to flow. 

She feels like everything bad in all the world — politics, dysphoria, her disabilities, her need to be productive — every hurt and ache in the whole world has been caught up in the feeling of being taken, and now that she's spent, it's all floating away, all washing away in the feeling of bliss...

She's served her purpose. She's such a good, good, good girl. 

She is a good girl. Good and precious, giving of herself and being taken from.

She deserves to rest.

She deserves to let go.

Gentle petting, gentle care, gentle cooing and sweet nothings suffuse the remainder of the dream.

And at last, she awakens.