"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. 

She feels refreshed. Bright and full of energy, like so rarely happens to her in the mornings.

She sits up and stretches, with no need to blink sleep from her eyes. 

What a night.

That dream...

Was it a nightmare?

Now that she's awake she remembers being taken so vividly. It really felt like she was there. In her real body. Being really raped. 

... nnnnnnnnnnot exactly. She still remembers that sense of fuzzy-headed bliss she had, and the feeling she had that she wanted it, wanted to be taken fucked used filled - 

... It was honestly really, really hot. And she got to be in her proper body for it, not... this old thing. 

It really kind of sucks that she has to wake up to flat tits and a dick after that.

But then again she can't control what her dreams are like. It's just that it was so lifelike...

"... Hey, cuties. Cuties, cuties cuties cuties." She ruffles the Pirates' body's hair a little. "Wakey wakey." 

She really, really wants to share this with her partners. 

They roll over and stretch blurrily. Mmmm? Who and what are they? Mmmmm....what?

"Bwuh?"

Identity coheres and Sable slides into front.

"Hey, sweetie," she greets with a smile.

"Hey, sweetie. I had... a really funky dream, honestly. Not sure what kind it was, honestly, except that it was... very detailed, very lifelike. And it was a sex dream." 

"Huh!" She runs her fingers through Ava's hair and smiles curiously. "Detailed sex dreams, eh? We basically never get those. Tell me more?"

"I mean, neither do I. Usually it's masturbation. This one sort of started out like that, but then it got more complicated, uh..." 

She flushes a little. "Um. It was... I guess technically it was a rape dream? I got fucked by a demoness. She didn't ask. But it felt wonderful... It felt like being in trance, except that every touch was also... deeply satisfying. Like I was deep in subspace, or - feeling the touch of someone I loved a lot. I guess she was sort of a stand-in for you, in a way. And then when it ended the - fog on my thoughts dissipated - and it was... bad kinda sorta, I felt violated in the dream - but at the same time it was also perfect, it was like I had served a deeply important purpose and everything else in the world wasn't important."

"And honestly, I feel wonderful this morning. I feel like I slept really well." 

"But yeah, what a weird dream..." 

"Honestly I also feel pretty horny this morning and might want to jump your bones. For, uh, obvious reasons."

"But it feels... I don't know, messy. Am I worrying too much? I mean, it was just a dream..." 

"Wow. That's a pretty wild dream." She hums for a moment, then opens her arms invitingly. "C'mere. We can figure out whatever worries you have together, while snuggling, and whatever you feel up to after is lovely."

"Okay." Ava snuggles into Sable and hugs her hard, feeling her reassuring solidity. 

"... Honestly it makes me think of Neo a little..."

She giggles. "She might be rubbing off on me a little, talking about her kinks all the time."

Ava cuddles in close and lets out a soft breath. 

"I think the thing that gets to me is that I'm not sure how I feel about it. It was super sexy but also sort of a nightmare? But honestly I feel like I'm kinking on it. I didn't even know I swung that way." 

"What do you think? Should I lean into it and continue my lifelong, ongoing corruption arc?"

"Well, you know how we feel about pursuit of pleasure. How much of your impulse not to enjoy it is actually not wanting to, and how much is feeling like you're supposed to resist the corruption arc?"

She leans in and presses a soft kiss to Ava's forehead. "You know what I think about shame, beloved."

"Awwwwww..." Ava smiles and nuzzles into her Sable. "Alright, then... I think I'd like to fuck you. Maybe do something a little subby. How do you feel about getting head this morning, hmm?" 

"Oooh," she replies with a grin. "I'd like that."

She scoots back up the bed a little bit, tugging a few pillows under her back.

Ava flushes a little. In her head she's super talented at giving head, but in reality, well. It's a little less so. But she's learning, slowly, and she really does love Sable and that's enough to make it worth the awkwardness. 

She pulls down the covers to expose Sable's panties, and starts kissing and lapping at her thighs, trying to apply what she knows about foreplay.

Sable flushes a little, spreading her legs a bit to make room for Ava between them, shivering slightly at the gentle attention. "Ohh..."

She hums warmly and strokes Ava's hair.

The more Ava kisses and laps, the more she feels her own arousal surging to the fore. It's hard to keep steady and keep applying what she knows. But she kisses, back and forth, back and forth, gently warming her partner. 

"Sable," she murmurs. "Ah..." 

She plants a single kiss on the bulge inside Sable's panties through the encasing cloth.

"Hhn," a faint moan slips out of her. She rolls her hips toward Ava reflexively, her cock twitching in her panties. "Oh sweetie."

"Sable..." 

Ava reaches up and takes her panties in hand, and tugs a little as she kisses again lightly. Sable's weight is on them at the moment, but hopefully she'll convey what she wants.

Yeah that's pretty clear. She lifts up her hips to stop obstructing progress here.

And off come the panties. 

She's still not used to seeing Sable's dick up close. It still intoxicates her every time she sees it. And hopefully it stays that way for a long, long while. 

She takes Sable's cock gently in one hand, and starts to suckle softly at the tip, careful of her teeth.

It throbs a bit in Ava's grip, hardening as she sucks softly. Sable bites her lip, squirming at the intimate attention. "Mmmmm, Ava..."

She slowly runs her fingers through Ava's soft, brown hair, shuddering as her girlfriend pleasures her so devotedly.

... It feels good. Satisfying, the way that being taken by the demoness felt. She finds herself flushed and eager, lapping eagerly at Sable's cockhead as she puts her body into the motions. 

She suckles again as Sable hardens, feeling her in her mouth, tongue flicking over the sensitive spot at the underside of her cockhead. 

She shivers, cock twitching in Ava's mouth at the feeling. "Ava, ffuuck..."

She bucks involuntarily, a soft moan spilling out of her.

Ava flushes, taking a little more cock than she expected, but manages not to gag and keeps bobbing her head, moving with Sable's motions with all the skill she's managed to gather.

"Mmmmmmmhhhhhh... ♡"

She squirms and moans, running her hands through Ava's hair. "Ava. Oh Ava. You're such a good girl." She throbs and pulses with the stimulation, biting her lip.

Ava shivers, a feeling of satisfaction running through her at the praise, and does her best to up the suction, suckling a little firmer at Sable's cock as she tries her best to make her feel even better. 

Oh this is doing bad things to Sable's ability to think clearly.

She writhes beneath Ava, her breath shaky and increasingly ragged.

"Oh Ava Ava Ava."

Ava moans around Sable's cock, and keeps sucking, doing her best with the skills she has. It feels right, like she's being a good girl, and also it's fucking hot. She'd be stroking herself off at the same time but she needs all the focus she can get. 

Ava's being such a good girl. She's making Sable feel so good. Sable buries her hands in Ava's hair, caressing her head, (barely) resisting the urge to push her head down further. Her eyes flutter and she moans.

"Aaaaavaaa~"

Ava feels her own cock throb at that sound, and does her best to keep the rhythm despite the lust surging through her. She wants to take Sable into her throat, but she hasn't put in the training to surpress her gag reflex again so she'd better not. 

Instead she keeps her pace, taking Sable as deeply as she dares, and feels herself up at the same time. 

Sable shudders, her cock throbbing and twitching in Ava's mouth. She rolls her hips, trying not to thrust more than Ava can handle, not quite able to stop herself though. She shivers, moans rolling out of her throat with every shaky breath.

"Fuck. Ava. Aaavaa. Getting closer."

Ava keeps going, slowing down slightly to give herself a little rest (and also tease Sable a little.) 

Her body feels light and fluttery, her breath quick, her skin flushed. She's feeling herself up even more blatantly now, her hand slipping in beneath her skirt to tease and tug and rub. 

Slowing down elicits a long, heated groan from Sable, shaking and rolling with the intensity of it.

"Ava. HhhnnngAva."

Ava feels that sound through her whole body; bright scarlet leaps to her cheeks and she almost loses the rhythm from her own reaction. 

After a moment she settles into a new, slower rhythm, draaaaaaging her tongue along Sable's cock, taking her time, putting on as much suction as she can manage. It feels good. She's serving her purpose. 

Oh fuck. She's so doomed.

She shudders and writhes, trying not to buck, trying not to make Ava gag, basking in the delicious torture as her girlfriend drags it out. 

"Gggghhhhnnng," she moans, legs wrapped around Ava's back.

That sound sends a shudder of satisfaction through her, makes her feel right the way being in the demon's hands did. 

She shouldn't drag this out too long, or maybe she won't be able to get Sable over the edge. Between estrogen and her own medications she's a bit of a slow shot. But she's had a small rest, and she wants Sable to feel so, so good. 

So after another half dozen slow flicks of her tongue, she speeds up again, bobbing as best she can, bringing in her hand to give herself that little bit more stimulation that'll hopefully get Sable where she wants her —

"HhhhnnAvafuck—" she shivers and rolls her hips, nerves on fire as Ava suddenly drags her over the edge, spurting into her mouth, gasping from the feeling of it.

Her hands twitch and her muscles spasm, senses electric with the heady feelings.

"HhhhhAa-aaav-vaaa," her voice shakes as her nerves short out from the orgasm, hands jerking against Ava's scalp.

Ava's still not quite used to the taste of Sable's seed — creamy, yes, but also a little bitter, a side-effect of stress — but it's the taste of her, and that makes it perfect. 

She pulls off, and swallows like a good girl. 

Then she settles back onto her haunches and lets out a little huff of breath. "Whew," she says, a giggle in her voice. "That was..." 

She looks down at the hand balled between her legs in the purple butterfly skirt Sable got her, and the bulge beneath it... 

"... Really, really good. Damn it, now I'm hornier than I was before." She laughs again, and flops down on her stomach beside Sable. "So, so worth it, though."

She grins giddily. "Well, if you wanna have a turn of your own~?"

Ava grins and rolls over. "I, um." She looks down at the tent in her skirt. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't want that."

"Ooh."

She licks her lips and starts scooting down the bed.

"Yes please."

Her hands find the hem of Ava's skirt and start lifting it up, and she nuzzles gently into her thighs, and across that stiff bulge.

Ava lets out a soft sigh, her cock twitching beneath her panties. "Fuck..." 

She rests a hand in Sable's hair, just lightly, more for the feeling of contact than to direct her. 

She grins and nuzzles in closer, nose trailing playfully along the underside of Ava's shaft through her panties, hot breath warming her, then kisses the underside of the crown, before slowly dragging her lips down the length of the shaft.

"Ahhhh, fuck..." Even through her panties, feeling that heat from Sable's breath makes electricity run through her groin, her body bright with tension. And that oh-so-lingering drag of her lips makes her want to ball her fingers in Sable's hair and make her take it. 

Instead she strokes Sable's hair gently and exhales a hot breath of her own, savouring the anticipation, knowing she's doomed to be taken apart and not yet knowing exactly how. 

"Sable..."