Luxiana Sommeris“I’m not sure if I should tell you this,” Damien began, his tone unusually solemn. “But we’ll face a lot of trouble in the coming days. Maybe weeks. Hopefully months.” His words hung heavily in the air before he added quietly, “I don’t even know how long we’ll have together.”His confession made my heart ache, the kind of ache that made me want to cover my ears and refuse to hear more. Yet, despite the sinking feeling in my chest, I asked, “W-What is it? What do you mean?” My voice wavered, betraying my unease.Even if it hurt, I couldn’t ignore this. If he didn’t tell me tonight, I’d overthink it endlessly until it drove me mad. Damien shifted his gaze around the room as if searching for something before letting out a low grunt. “I wanted to tell you somewhere better,” he admitted, “but here will have to do.”I couldn’t help but notice how hesitant he was, and for a moment, his uncertainty made him look so endearing it nearly made me smile despite the situation. H
Luxiana Sommeris“Are you comfortable now?” Damien asked, his voice gentle but tinged with a patience that seemed hard-won. His gaze rested on me, his expression soft yet cautious, as if he were holding himself back for my sake.I nodded slightly, though the truth was more complicated than a simple yes or no. I hadn’t expected this—him—to feel so overwhelming. How can someone be this huge? My body felt stretched, filled in a way that was almost too much to bear, yet somehow it also brought a strange, intoxicating sense of pleasure that left me breathless. Is everyone like this? Is this the reason why some people are obsessed with having sex with someone?“Yes, I’m okay now,” I whispered, my voice barely audible, and the moment the words left my lips, he shifted. Slowly, he lifted my legs, guiding them over his shoulders with a tenderness that sent a shiver through me. Then, with a steady rhythm, he began to move, each thrust deeper than the last, sending waves of sensation coursi
Luxiana Sommeris“What on earth happened to you? You couldn’t even get up to open the door! It wasn’t locked, for crying out loud! Are you out of your mind?!” Margaret’s voice was sharp as she scolded me. She stood at the foot of my bed, arms crossed, her frustration plain to see.I stayed silent, staring up at the ceiling. I hadn’t realized the door wasn’t locked. It was pure luck that nothing bad had happened to me.“And now you’re just going to lie there, smiling and sighing like we’re not even here?” Margaret’s voice rose again, pulling me out of my thoughts.“I-I wasn’t feeling well,” I stammered, finally forcing myself to speak. “I didn’t know what to do… or what I even did.” It was a lie, and I knew it sounded weak. I just prayed they wouldn’t press me further. I honestly didn’t have any answers.“Maybe she had a nightmare,” Anton said quietly, his voice more measured than Margaret’s. “It’s been happening a lot lately. People dying in their sleep, screaming before their hearts
Luxiana Sommeris"Okay, so what happened in the faction?" I asked curiously as we settled on my bed. Sitting cross-legged, we faced each other, the air between us thick with unspoken tension.Damien ran a hand through his hair, his expression serious. “Well, most of the succubi and incubi are being punished.”“They’re not meeting their quotas, and it’s becoming a big issue. Apparently, some of their victims are dying, while others are too scared to do anything. Fear has paralyzed them.” he added.I nodded slowly, processing his words. “I see. Did Lilith say anything about this?” My curiosity piqued, but his response was a simple shake of his head.“No,” Damien said, his voice grim. “Even Lilith is missing. Her underlings are dishing out punishment to those demons who haven’t fulfilled their quotas.”I let out a deep sigh, my shoulders sagging under the weight of it all. “There’s a problem in the waking world too.”“A lot of people are dying in their sleep, and there’s no medical expla
Luxiana SommerisFrom the moment Damien and I had sex, I found myself wanting to enter the dream realm earlier and earlier. There was something about the pleasure we shared that became addictive. It wasn’t just me—Damien seemed to feel the same pull as if our connection was irresistible for both of us.Every time I entered the dream realm early, he was already there waiting for me, his presence like a magnet pulling me in. Words weren’t necessary between us. The moment our eyes met, we closed the distance, and our lips found each other in an electrifying kiss. It escalated quickly—hands exploring, clothes discarded, and bare skin pressed together.“Damien…” I gasped his name as he laid me on the bed, his body above mine, moving with purpose and power. I loved this position—the way his weight pinned me down, the control he had as he moved rhythmically against me.“What is this position called?” I had asked him once, my curiosity breaking through the haze of desire.“It’s called miss
Luxiana Sommeris“Lilith is acting strange?” I asked, sipping on the pineapple juice Damien had made just for me. He told me it was good to have before sex, though I wasn’t sure if that was actually true or just an excuse to get me to drink it.When I got home, I didn’t waste any time. I went straight to the bathroom to take a quick shower, eager to see him as soon as possible. By the time I slept and woke up in the dream realm, he was already in the kitchen, preparing food for me. The sight of him cooking made my heart feel lighter.“Yes,” Damien confirmed as he sat beside me. “She came back, but something was… off. She wasn’t acting like herself. Even when I spoke to her, it was like she wasn’t really there.”I frowned, setting my glass down. “What do you mean by ‘off’? What exactly was she doing?”Damien let out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair, looking troubled. “She kept acting like she wanted someone to sleep with her—constantly.”“But the thing is, our queen doesn’t do
Luxiana SommerisWhat he said filled me with a sense of hope. Till death do us part… Did that mean we would truly be together in this realm for such a long time? The thought lingered in my mind, making my chest tighten with emotions I couldn’t quite name. Yet, confusion gnawed at me, slowly unraveling the fragile peace I had just begun to grasp. I wanted to ask him countless questions, to understand everything he had told me, but exhaustion weighed on me. Instead of speaking, I allowed myself to sink into the silence, my thoughts tangled with the weight of his words.The air between us was thick—both heavy and comforting. The quiet stretched on, neither of us needing to fill it with unnecessary words. I exhaled deeply, feeling the ache in my heart intensify.“Thank you for telling me so much about yourself,” I murmured, a small, grateful smile gracing my lips as I turned to face him completely.I reached out gently, my fingers cupping his cheeks. The warmth of his skin beneath my to
Luxiana Sommeris“You’re smiling.”I looked up from my desk at the sound of Anton’s voice. He stood there, arms crossed, watching me with a curious expression. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile like that before. Did something happen?” he wondered.Nothing happened here, in this world. But in the dream realm… things were different. Very different.Damien didn’t stop until I begged him to. Where did he get the stamina to keep going? I had read somewhere that men usually needed time to rest before another round.But apparently, that didn’t apply to him. Was it because he was a demon? Did his nature override such limits?I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I couldn’t believe I was thinking about this at work.“Hello? Earth to Xiana!”I flinched as Anton snapped his fingers in front of my face, pulling me from my thoughts. My eyes blinked rapidly, adjusting back to reality.“H-Hey, I didn’t see you there,” I muttered, startled.Anton narrowed his eyes. “You were literally
Luxiana SommerisThe moment Elijah was taken, reality snapped back into focus like a slap to the face. I staggered, nearly collapsing into the chair behind me, but I managed to catch myself by gripping the backrest with trembling fingers.My chest rose and fell with heavy, uneven breaths. Tears welled in my eyes as the memory of what just happened to Elijah resurfaced—vivid, raw, and terrifying. And then there was Anton. What the hell was wrong with him?I turned my gaze to Elijah’s still form. A wave of determination washed over me as I stepped closer and reached for his hand, wrapping my fingers tightly around his. I didn’t know him well—not personally, but as an Oneiromancer in this realm, I could do something. Something that might help.“I hope you find your way back to your body,” I whispered, voice soft but resolute. “You’re stronger than you think. I saw that in your dreams.”Closing my eyes, I focused, channeling my energy toward him, trying to guide him back through the threa
Luxiana SommerisI managed to slip into the depths of his subconscious, my soul treading lightly through the I managed to slip past the veil of reality, tapping gently into the depths of his subconscious.It was a slow descent, like falling through thick fog, my soul wading into the quiet, hidden places of Elijah’s mind. The further I sank, the heavier everything became—my limbs, my thoughts, even the very air around me. It was dark—so dark that it felt as though I were moving through a world drained of color and light. And with that darkness came a gnawing sense of dread that curled in my chest. Something about this place felt… off. Not just distant, but bruised, like a memory that had been hurt too many times.Still, I pressed forward. I had to. And yet, no matter how deep I went, I couldn’t stop my thoughts from drifting to Anton. He had been acting strange lately—distant, distracted, like he was only half-present. There was a tightness to his smiles, a shadow behind his eyes tha
Luxiana SommerisThe moment I screamed, Anton froze mid-step. Slowly, he turned to look at me, and when our eyes finally met, a strange expression crossed his face—like he’d just snapped out of a trance.“Luxiana?” he called, his voice uncertain. There was a flicker in his eyes, as if my presence had shaken him back to reality.I rushed over without hesitation, glancing at the man slumped in his arms. I have no idea where Anton is planning to take him, but the guy didn’t look good. “What’s going on with him?”Anton parted his lips to speak, but hesitated. “He’s not feeling well. I was going to take him to my place.”I frowned before tilting slightly towards him, “Do you have a doctor at your house, Anton?”He squinted slightly, then shook his head. “Then don’t take him there,” I insisted. “We need to go to the hospital.”Without waiting for his response, I hailed a cab. Once inside, I urged Anton to take the front seat while I helped the unconscious man lie down across the back, gentl
Damien“What on earth were you thinking?!” Lilith's voice roared with fury, her eyes burning like coals. “Do you have any idea that the Grim Reapers came to investigate how you managed to cross into the mortal realm?”“They’re starting to suspect that an Oneiromancer is still alive—and if that rumor spreads, she’ll be hunted like prey,” she snapped, each word sharper than the last.I blinked slowly, more from indifference than surprise. Her warnings barely registered—I was too focused on my arms. Good. My fingers were growing back.Since I returned to the dream realm, half of my body had been flickering in and out, like smoke caught in the wind. But here... here, I could regenerate.Slowly, yes. Painfully slow. But it was happening. I just had to be careful now—no more recklessness, no more crossing lines I wasn’t meant to.Lilith had been the one tending to me, feeding me unfamiliar magic to keep me tethered, to help me heal. I hadn’t fully understood it until now: the only thing cap
Luxiana SommerisWhat grandmother said made me tear up. I didn’t know she was going through it for years, she always appeared healthy and happy around me.Maybe she didn’t want me to know. That was selfish of her, but it also means she loved me that deeply.“But what about your granddaughter?” Margaret suddenly whispered while putting down the teapot, her voice breaking.“That’s what pains me the most,” Grandma said, her eyes misting over. “She still needs so much. She’s barely begun to understand the world, and I worry what it will be like for her when I’m gone.”“She’s strong, but she’s sensitive. She pretends she doesn’t need anyone, but I know she listens through the door. I know she feels everything deeply.”She took another sip of her tea, now lukewarm. “The money we raised… I want it to go to her. To her future. Will you help her, Margaret? Will you watch over her? Make sure she grows up kind and fearless, even when the world tries to convince her otherwise?”“You don’t even ne
Luxiana SommerisAs I gathered my things, stuffing my notebook into my bag and adjusting the strap on my shoulder, my eyes flickered to my phone screen for what felt like the hundredth time. Still no response from Anton. A quiet sigh escaped my lips, my thumb hovering over our last conversation, debating whether to send another message when a gentle but sudden tap on my back made me jolt.I turned around, only to be met by Margaret’s knowing smirk. Her arms crossed over her chest, and her eyebrow quirked in playful curiosity.“So,” she began, her voice laced with amusement, “do you have any plans after work? Or are you just going home to daydream about your mysterious boyfriend?”I laughed, shaking my head as I tightened the strap of my bag. “Actually, I want to check up on Anton,” I admitted, my voice softer now. "He went to my house yesterday.”Margaret’s eyes widened dramatically, her mouth parting slightly as though I had just unveiled a long-kept, scandalous secret. Her fingers
Luxiana SommerisI bit the inside of my cheeks, struggling to suppress the laughter still bubbling inside me. But even as we messed around, as the air between us filled with lighthearted banter and the familiar pull of unspoken words, a weight settled deep in my chest.I knew. We both knew.Our time here—this fleeting moment in the waking world—was slipping through our fingers like grains of sand. Reality was calling, tugging insistently at the edges of consciousness, and no matter how much we laughed or tried to fill the air with nonsense and playful bickering, the inevitable truth remained: I would wake up soon without him by my side.For now, though, I let myself forget. I let myself savor the warmth of his touch, the way his fingers lingered just a second too long, like he memorized the feel of my skin beneath his. I let myself get lost in the mischievous gleam in his eyes, in the sound of his voice when he said my name, in the way he acted as if we had all the time in the world
Luxiana SommerisA lot has happened today. The weight of it pressed down on us, thick and unrelenting, even as we sought solace in the small comforts of routine. The warm water of the bath soothed aching muscles, yet my mind remained restless, submerged in the whirlpool of unspoken fears and unanswered questions.I should be thinking about them—the souls lost in their nightmares, the ones I could save if only I tried harder. But all I could think about was him.Damien.The thought of him made my chest tighten with something dangerously close to guilt. Not because I had done something wrong, but because I knew—deep down—that I was being selfish. My abilities weren’t meant for just one person. I could pull countless souls from the brink and bring light to those drowning in darkness.I had done so little for the people of this world. A few saved lives weren’t enough. Not when I had the power to do more. Not when I could be so much more. But how could I give pieces of myself away when,
Luxiana SommerisThe soft crunch of gravel beneath our shoes was the only sound accompanying us as we strolled back home, ice cream cones in hand. The air was warm, carrying the faint scent of rain from earlier in the afternoon, and I found myself humming a lighthearted tune, trying to shake off the remnants of our earlier conversation. The sweetness of the vanilla on my tongue was comforting, melting slowly as I licked at it absentmindedly. Damien walked beside me, quiet but present, the way he always was when he sensed I needed space to think.Just as I turned the corner leading to my house, I caught sight of someone sitting on the porch. The dim glow of the streetlight above barely illuminated their figure, but the familiarity of it made me pause.“Someone’s there…” Damien murmured beside me, his voice low, cautious. I squinted, my steps slowing. My heart gave a small, surprised lurch when I recognized the person. “Anton?” My voice came out barely above a whisper. My grip on my