The Feral Who Hunted My Dream With s*x

Alera POV He is here again. The beast that invaded my dreams every night to have me in ways that make me c*m over and over again. Every girl has a crush, but mine just happens to exist in my dream with dangerous red eyes and an intoxicating pleasure that makes me lose my senses. His massive silhouette stood by the doorway, eyes darkened, watching my naked body with lust and raw desire. His veiny massive c**k sprang up, precum dripping from it. Heat crept into my thighs; my p***y throbbed, anticipating feeling him again. The powerful aura that oozed from him made me widen my legs in surrender so he could breed me. He looked like a man yet had sharp canines I wish could taste my n****e buds. I knew I was doomed after our first encounter on the night of my eighteenth birthday. The way I came, over and over, to wake up to see the stains on my bed. I was addicted even. Grrrrr A guttural sound erupted from him as he entered my room. Sparks fly in my belly as he took my hands into his big ones and led me to the other side of the room. He gently pushed me to the wall, locking my hands in place with his rough ones about my head. His other hand caressed my n*****s roughly, pinching them hard and tight. “Mmm,” a soft moan escaped my lips. His hand found its way downwards to my tummy, caressing, and invading every part of me until they landed at my folds. Raw heat curled in my p***y as my body came alive. My c**t throbbed so hard that I tried to rub it on his thighs with urgency, but he beat me to it. He slapped his rough palms over them and brought them to his lips, licking me off as my honey dripped from his claws. “Grrr,” he let out a satisfactory rumble into my ears, enough to get me gushing out again. He slapped his palms over them again and brought it to his lips. My body jerked at every touch. He turned me around, pressing my face to the wall, locking my hands above my head with his. Arching my hips upwards. His monstrous d**k rose to the tip of my wet cunt. “Arghhh!” I screamed as he drove into me, fast, and rough. ************* “Arghhhhh!” I jolted up in a scream. My heart beat so fast and loud, it could burst. My p***y pulsed and throbbed with need and pain, all at once. My n*****s stood hard and perky, like they had just been touched. Same dream. Again. The same one that left me waking up breathless. “f**k,” a curse escaped my lips when my fingers drenched in the c*m that soaked my bed. My name is Alera, the only child of Magistrate Adam, a wicked bastard that only cares about how he would make money off his next prey anyway, anyhow. The only good thing about my life would have been my mother, but she died in a fire accident when I was five. Since then, my father had turned into something I didn't recognize, using his power as magistrate to indulge in illegal business. Then the beating started. At first I made excuses for him. He was grieving his beloved wife after all, but the beating never stopped. Not once in the past fifteen years. Sometimes, he would make me starve for days, saying I didn't deserve to eat like those working and adding value to his business. I packed my hair in a ponytail with a fierce determination. I had mastered all the hidden routes in this mansion to plot my escape from the devil and his guards. I looked through the window. It was dawn. Just the perfect time. A smile escaped my lips. Today was my freedom from the man who made living a hell for me. I had it all planned out, with some savings I had gathered from my piggy bank. I grabbed my concealer and began rubbing it on the scars on my body. The evidence of the daily torture he put me through. I wore a simple short gown and then draped my coat over my head. I grabbed the duffel bag; I used it in packing a few things that help me survive and my locket— the only thing that helped me feel connected to my late mother. Slowly, I opened the door and crept towards the east wing. I reached for the doorknob, opening it as gently as I could. “Who's there?” A guard flickered his torchlight towards my direction. Fuck. I quickly hid behind the wall until I was sure he had gone. Then I entered and raced to the back door to open it. The cold breeze pierced through my skin harshly, and the sky rumbled with lightning like it was about to rain. A smile danced around my lips. “Finally.” I looked at the fence separating me from this cage of a house and the outside world. I was close to my freedom; I could taste it. Bracing myself, I began climbing. 5 more holes and I would jump to the other side. “Who is there?” A familiar wicked voice cut through the air. Fuck. It was Nathan—my father's lapdog. “Alera,” his voice edged with irritation as he ran towards me. Adrenaline rushed into my skin as I quickly put my legs in the next hole. I cannot turn back now; it would be a fate far worse than death. “Come down now!" He growled loudly and began climbing the fence. Two guards ran towards us with their flashlights on my face. Fuck. f**k. f**k. This is getting out of hand. Damn you, Nathan. I put my legs in the next hole, but my feet wouldn't move. I looked down to see him grabbing the tip of my coat. Quickly I took out the scissors in my bag to cut the piece of clothing he held onto when his threatening gaze fell on me. “Don’t even think about it,” he said coldly. “Grab her.” Before I could turn, two hands gripped me from behind, sending me stumbling to the ground. Luckily my head rested on one of the guards' hands. My heart raced with terror as the guards forcefully dragged me back inside. A figure stood at the center of the hallway, watching, waiting. The bane of my existence. The man who was supposed to show me love and care but instead made me question why he brought me into this world. My father. “What do you think you are doing?” He growled with venom.