Wet Dreams

Content note: Disturbing/violent sexual imagery.





"There's beauty here," he sighs into her teeth,
"But maybe there is beauty anywhere."
She doesn't care. She chews his bottom lip
and rips it from his face, a slug of flesh.
He shudders in relief.

------

"The same dream now for seven nights, Marie."
His psychotherapist adjusts her frames
and scribbles down a note onto her pad.
She nods to show he should go on, and so

"She eats me, and I love her," he admits.

"Is it the being eaten," she inquires
"Or is it just her presence that you love,
and her consumption of you is unfair?"

"I just don't know," he hisses through his teeth.
"The whole thing feels so fucking good. She bites
me just before I wake and every time
I need to change my sheets when I get up."
He blushes. "It feels like I'm seventeen.
I wake before I come and when I do
it's her face I imagine. Eating mine."

She's silent for a moment.Shifts her pose
and for a moment he imagines her
preparing to unveil broken teeth
to lick along his jawline and to bite.
He blushes harder. Finally, she speaks.

"The dreams themselves are not the issue here.
You find them satisfying, yes?" He nods.
"The issue is that when you wake aroused,
and- ah- complete your dream, you are ashamed.
There is in all of us a strong desire
to be consumed completely by our loves
as we consume them in return. But you
seem not to want to gorge yourself on love
and stay instead the object of the feast.
It's martyrdom writ large," she smiles at him.
"Next time you dream about her, I suggest
you think about the things you want as well.
Be hungry for her too."

------

Her hands are razors, slick with oil and spit.
He's tattered ribbons now below the waist
and bleeding still. He didn't know his heart
could beat so hard. He's losing so much blood.
She lays her head against his chest and grins.

"There's something in here that I need," she pouts
and rests a finger soft atop his heart.
It cuts. Her other fingers press beneath his ribs
and spread him wide. She gasps in mock delight
and slides a hand deep into him, and grasps.

He's hard under her fingers, pulsing stiff.
Her hand is teasing at his ventricles
and she announces "This is coming off.
I want to see it when it spurts." She grips
long digits underneath his breastbone, pulls
and breaks it open, smiling as it snaps.

His heart is open to her now. He sees
how expertly she's masturbating it.
Her hands caress but do not cut. Her smile
is broken glass, and when she bites
he floods her throat and mouth with blood. She gags.
His heart won't stop. It's covering her face.
She spits it in his eyes and whispers "Now,
I love you even more." (She lies to him.
He doesn't understand.)

------

He stumbles to the bathroom, bleary eyed.
His bladder aches. He doesn't find the light
and so he doesn't see he pisses red.
It feels nice. She watches from the door
and crawls back underneath his single bed.

He'd taste so good, she thinks. That gushing stream.
She presses fingernails into her hands
and bites her lip to keep from screaming out.
Not yet, she tells herself.

------

The time for his appointment comes and goes.
He wakes unsettled, tries to find the change
and notices he's soft. He sees the clock
and swears under his breath. He calls to check.

"There's nothing left today, I'm sorry sir."

He swears, apologises and hangs up.
He showers twice and wonders if he's sick.
The bathroom smells of nosebleeds at the gym
and he decides this Saturday's for rest.
He tries to watch a film and read a book.
His laptop calls him back. He turns it on
and minutes later starts to search for sex.
He can't find what he wants. He doesn't know
exactly what he needs. He's flaccid and
frustrated when he stalks back up the stairs
to crawl back into bed and try to sleep.
He hopes to dream of her.

------

His breathing's soft and even in the dark.
She waits with baited breath for one more hour
before unfolding out into his room.
Her shadow's gaunt and huge against the wall.

She bares her teeth at him in half a smile
and reaches one thin hand beneath the sheets
to stroke his cock. She feels her tongue engorge
and lets it scrape between her teeth and lips.
They cut it. she moves up above his mouth
and lets her spit and blood run down its length.

The mixture's milky blue. It oozes out
and inches down towards his sleeping face.
It touches on his teeth. He smacks his lips
and doesn't wake. She leans in closer still
until her tongue is almost in his mouth.
Beneath the sheets her hand is working hard.
This climax is the sweetest one, she thinks.
The one that makes him shudder in her grasp.

He comes, and in his sleep he moans and jerks;
his open mouth surrounds her swollen tongue.
She leans into his movement, plugs his lips
and lets him suckle her. His eyelids shake.

She moves her hand from his deflating prick
and rubs his wasted seed between his legs.
It sticks between his thighs. They pull apart
in reflex, and she grins. Her fingers stretch
and push his knees apart. She elevates
her tail, fat and smooth between her legs.
It's pointed at the tip.

------

He snaps awake. He's sticky and he's sore
and breathing fast. He thinks he's had a dream.
He feels his stomach roil in the dark
and races to the toilet. When he's sick
it smells of cloves and honey and of blood.
It's milky brown. He goes to take a piss
and then he sees the blood around his crotch.
There's far too much of it. It hasn't dried.

He's on the verge of sobbing when she says
"You're dreaming, Max. You're only dreaming, love.
Go back to bed and I'll rip off your skin
and twirl it round my fingers." He breathes in.

"Marie?" he asks. "What are you doing here?"
She smiles and her uneven teeth are glass.

"You'd never seen my face before," she flirts.
"When I was biting off your lips and tongue.
You wouldn't let yourself. I understand."
She flexes razor fingers at her sides.

"And you can't eat me back. I know your type."
she shakes her head, indulgent of his flaw.
"You'll wake up soon. I promise. Get to bed."
He staggers past her back into his room.

She's waiting there; he's dreaming now. He's sure.
She comes to him and licks him hard. It burns.
It hurts. He screams and shudders in her grasp.
Her fingers flense his chest. It's so intense
that when she grips his nipple and she pulls
he comes before it tears. She eats him up.
She doesn't eat him whole.