#dreamqueen

As their bodies weakened, their minds often wandered deeper into the Dreaming. Some returned to childhood homes. Some spoke with people they had lost long ago. Others wandered through places they had never seen, unaware that they were already standing at the threshold between life and death.

Morpheus had always found it fascinating.

Death took the body.

But sometimes, the Dreaming claimed the soul long before the final breath.

He was watching one such dream when the air of the palace changed.

Morpheus lifted his gaze.

Hades had arrived.

"Welcome, Hades."

"It's been a long time since we last met, Morpheus."

Morpheus leaned back, gripping the armrest of his throne.

"There are some things I need to discuss with you, Hades. They concern mortals."

Hades regarded him in silence for a moment.

“Mortals?”

Morpheus nodded. His gaze drifted toward the distant dreams floating beyond the palace windows.

“Their dreams have been changing.”

“Changing how?”

“Those who stand upon the threshold of death are entering the Dreaming differently.”

Hades' expression hardened slightly.

“And you believe this concerns me.”

“I believe,” Morpheus said quietly, “that it concerns both our realms.”

For a moment, neither spoke.

Then Hades stepped closer.

“Tell me what you have seen.”

“Lately, mortals have been slipping into the Dreaming before death claims them. Their dreams are deeper, longer… almost as though something is drawing them toward it.”

Hades' gaze sharpened.

“And you believe their deaths are connected to it?”

“I do not know,” Morpheus replied. “That is why I summoned you.”

You created servants to serve you. Such things came easily to you—the Queen of Morpheus, the Queen of the Dreaming.

You could breathe life into something that had never existed. And you could just as easily take it away.

While Nina, your servant who would remain faithful to you forever, applied body oil to her body, you sipped the kingdom's bitter yet sweetly intoxicating wine.

With each sip, you remembered yourself.

A knock was heard at the door. Nina, the maid, put down the body oil she was holding and looked towards the door. She slowly opened it.

A black wing appeared.

"I apologize, Queen, but Lord Morpheus awaits you in the throne room."

You raised your eyebrow. He was waiting for you.

"Okay, you can tell them I'll be there shortly."

"As you wish."

You appeared in a floor-length white dress, your gaze fixed on the generously plunging neckline and leg cleavage. You wouldn't miss a chance to show Morpheus what he was missing.

Morpheus waited in his throne room with Hades by his side, your approaching presence causing him considerable tension. When he saw the figure in the white robe enter through the door, he held his breath in astonishment.

The dress floated on you as if submerged in water, and the skin beneath it gleamed in a peculiar way, making Morpheus feel as if he were under the influence of some kind of drug. As you drew closer, your breasts and legs caused the king of dreams to watch you as if hypnotized. He thought to himself, "You will be the cause of his death."

At that moment, you realized that Hades, standing beside you, was watching you with the same expression.

Morpheus was ready to erupt like a volcano of rage and jealousy, ready to attack Hades for daring to look at what belonged to him.

"You said you were waiting for me, my love. I didn't know we were going to have a guest."

"Allow me to introduce myself." Hades bowed and gently kissed your hand. "I am Hades. I am the ruler of the Underworld."

"So you are the king of the Underworld, whose name I've heard so much about?"

"That's right."

"Wow. Nice to meet you."

"Me too. I can't think of another queen who would be more fitting for the kingdom of dreams."

Morpheus almost let out a growl from his throat when you lowered your gaze, blushing. When Hades turned his scrutinizing gaze to Morpheus, the wave of hatred radiating from him caused him to frown in surprise. But as soon as he realized why, his gaze softened, and he smiled at your husband.

"I'm sorry. Appreciating beauty is part of my nature. By the way, can we talk about this later? I have to go. As you know, responsibilities keep following me."

He said it as if he had come just to see you.

He kept thinking about how to punish you, but he couldn't make up his mind. Besides, you were delicate. Fragile. You had returned to your room, taking your energy with you.

When he opened the door and came in, he noticed you calmly reading a book in your bed. Looking around the room, he saw an empty wine bottle and a jar of body oil that had been used on you.

"I don't remember giving you permission to drink."

"I didn't receive your email about the alcohol." You closed the book and looked innocently into his eyes. "Is something wrong, husband?"

"You know what the problem is, you sneaky devil," he thought to himself. He knew very well that she was faking her innocence.

He leaned slowly towards you. He placed his thumb under your chin.

"You're playing with fire, my queen. Do you really think I don't see it? Do you think you can manipulate a man who's millennia old?"

"I'm just showing you what you push away with the back of your hand, Morpheus,"

As you straightened up, the shoulder strap of your dress gently slipped from where it was gripping, revealing one of your breasts.

"I see how much you desire me, how you look at me."

"You're mine, Y\n" Even though he held your shoulder firmly, he was gentle enough not to hurt you. "I don't like you walking around so casually in front of someone else."

"Then you should have warned me that there wasn't someone else," you retorted sharply. You were right.

"You should have changed your clothes the moment you saw someone. You have that power."

With eyes welling up with anger, you pushed away Morpheus's hand that was holding you, stood up, and straightened the hanger of your garment.

"I won't be scolded like a child anymore."

Morpheus suddenly grabbed you and pulled you towards him. Your angry gaze met his.

"Where are you going?"

"It's none of your business." You tried to break free from his arms, but he was so strong you couldn't.

"Did you think you could get away with your petty game without punishment? That you could separate you from your husband's kingdom? Oh, Y\n…"

His fingers traced your shoulders. You gasped. His fingertips were cold. It startled you.

He pulled the strap of the dress you'd just adjusted down. You took a deep breath.

"I'm not in the mood."

You didn't have much of a way out when he grabbed your arm and pinned you against the wall. He leaned close to your ear and whispered in his thin, menacing voice:

"You can't leave without paying your price. You can't drive me crazy and then just walk away."

Your face was pressed against the wall, your legs trembling at the sound of his voice. Even with your eyes closed, you could see his dark face. Your breathing could be heard even from outside the room.

He continued. Slowly, he slipped his large, fiery hot hand under your dress and caressed your curves.

You struggled to keep from moaning. To keep from giving in.

"Do you know how it makes me feel to see you laughing with another man?"

You remained silent. Not because you couldn't find anything to say, but because you could feel his hand.

"How can you enchant me like this?" He whispered as his fingers slowly traced circles on your hip.

There was a moment of silence.

"How does it feel to laugh with someone else?"

You didn't answer. Suddenly, he slapped your buttocks hard. You trembled. You couldn't stand on your legs. You were about to groan.

"How does it feel when someone else looks at you like that?"

The king of dreams didn't get an answer. He slapped your buttocks hard again. You bit your lip.

"Answer me, Y\n. You're making things difficult."

His large hands hit your buttocks hard once more. Your buttocks were red. Slowly, his fingers traced circles on your reddened buttocks.

"You never learn."

Another slap, this time harder. Finally, you couldn't take it anymore.

"D-Dream…"

Your voice trembled.

"Say my name." Another one. This time you groaned loudly. You were exhausted. This wasn't pain. It was pleasure.

"Morpheus."

His grin widened when he heard his name from between your lips.

"Good...You become well-behaved when you want to be… You are mine. Not anyone else's. Every sound you make is mine. It's my job to take you..

He kissed your neck, released your grasping hands, and pulled down your dress.

"Now rest. I have important things to do." He left you and walked out of the room with long strides." He left the room, closed the door, and left you alone in the room.

You threw yourself onto the bed before collapsing. You felt the fluid flowing between your legs. You closed your eyes. You ignored the pain in your hip. Morpheus had never been so ruthless before. You were the first to witness it.

You knew it. From now on, no wrongdoing would go unpunished.

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