Michelle Hasker

Nervous tension tightens my shoulder and neck muscles as I glance at the clock. I don't know when Morpheus will arrive, but him being a god and all, I won't complain if he comes late. With my track record, the last thing I want to do is piss off the god of dreams.

I certainly hope tonight won't be a repeat performance of my last interview. Alec Knight hadn't exactly been helpful with his answers. Or rather non-answers. Thoughts of Alec send shivers up my spine as they usually do. I need to work on that. Perhaps Morpheus will be more willing to talk.

A knock on the door, ends my nervous rambling thoughts. I rub my hands down my blue jeans to dry them and walk to the door. I peer through the peephole and see nothing but darkness. Of course this wouldn't be easy. I knew it wouldn't.

I draw in a deep breath and release it with a whoosh. Before I can chicken out, I open the door. Alec? What is he doing here now? His interview had been months ago, and not a word from him since. Why would he show up now?

"Hello, Michelle." His voice is deep and husky and sends those shivers skittering right back up my spine.

"What are you doing here, Alec?" I pull him inside and glance around to see if Morpheus has arrived. I don't know what he looks like, but since no one else is outside I guess he hasn't arrived yet. I close the door and turn around.

"You invited me here for an interview." Purrs rumble from his throat as he talks and I wonder if he missed me as much as I missed him.

"That was months ago, thank you very much. You could have at least been honest." I turn my back and walk over to the door. As I look out the peephole I wonder what explanation he has concocted.

"I thought you would enjoy interviewing me in this form, Michelle.

I freeze when I hear those words. This form?

"Perhaps a different one would be more pleasing?"

Turning around I stare as Alec is replaced by a blonde, tanned, well-muscled hunk. This isn't Alec. It must be Morpheus. I had heard he could assume any form he wanted but I never thought he'd try it with me.

"I'm not partial to blondes." I say as I turn back and cross my arms.

"I know." He laughs and switches the color of his hair to black and his eyes to blue.

"Why don't we just start the interview and stop wasting time with your parlor tricks?"

"Such hostility." He clucks at me and shakes his head.

Is he for real? "Listen, I'd really like to interview you for the Enchanted Ramblings ezine, but if you'd rather, I can find a faerie of dreams. Or maybe a goddess? Someone more willing to talk?"

"Okay." He sighs and walks into my living room. He drops onto the sofa looking sexier than anyone has a right to, and smiles up at me. "Ready when you are, gorgeous."

I stifle a sigh as I sit across from him. "So Morpheus, would you tell me about your family?"

"There's not much to tell. My father is Hypnos, god of sleep, and my mother is Nyx, goddess of night. While I can assume forms of humans in dreams, my brother Phobetor's specialty is animals, and Phantasus has inanimate objects."

"You have quite an interesting family. I guess we can thank Phobetor for phobias and Phantasus for fantasies?" I say as I put checkmarks confirming the facts I'd already listed.

"I see you've done your research, but everyone knows that anyway."

"If they did I wouldn't be interviewing you. Not many people worship you anymore do they?"

"Apparently they don't fear me, either." He glares at me.

"Why? You gonna give me nightmares?" I laugh at him as his eyes widen. "I have news for you, buddy. I already have them every night anyway. Some times twice. I can see this interview is going nowhere. Well, thanks for your time, anyway. I'll just let Aline run a different article in place of mine. Maybe the one about dream sharing."

"You will not insult me and then dismiss me as if I am nothing! I am the god of dreams! I am responsible for the dreams of kings and heroes! You will not dismiss me as if I'm just a minor deity."

"I'm sorry. I thought you were." I bite my lip to keep from laughing. He actually is quite handsome when he's all riled up.

Morpheus stands and leans over me. "What games are you playing? Did you invite me here to insult me?"

"No, not at all." I gesture to the sofa. "Why don't you sit down again and tell me about your home? Is it true you live in a cave?"

Morpheus stands there glaring at me for a minute, then he snaps his fingers. There is a blinding flash of light and then I notice my living room is gone, to be replaced by a dimly lit cave. I can make out an ebony bed surrounded by poppy flowers. Oh Shit. I stand as I realize I my chair is now a large rock.

"This is where I sleep. This is where I-"

"I get the idea." I blush and shift uncomfortably. "Do you think you could take me home now?"

"What's the matter, Michelle?" He asks as he steps closer to me. "Not so sure of yourself now that we aren't in your home, are you?"

"Um," I stutter and take a step back as he takes a strand of my hair in his hand and wraps it around his finger. "That should be enough questions for the ezine. I won't keep you. It is night time and you must be behind schedule because of me."

"I asked my brothers to cover for me tonight. For the whole night." His dark blue eyes pin me in place.

"Oh shit." I blink and clap a hand over my mouth. I swallow and move my hand. "I... Sorry. I don't want to keep you, though."

"Why not? Us minor deities have nothing better to do. Isn't that right?"

He tugs me so close I can feel his breath on my lips. How do I get myself into these situations?

"I need to get home and type up this interview. Aline is so demanding. She wanted this, like yesterday."

"You lie. Your nervousness gives you away. You aren't quite so confident when you aren't in control. Perhaps you might be fun if you lost control? I can do that for you. I can take away your control and make you have nothing but pleasant dreams, Michelle." I back away as I realize what he is doing.

"Pleasant dreams would be nice, but I'm already taken. So, if you can just pop me back hto my place I can finish this article." I know I'm stammering, but I can't help it. He makes me nervous and excited. I don't like him but I want him. Hadn't I just been down this road with Alec? Though I'm positive Alec mesmerized me.

"How about I give you what you really want."

"Yes!" I shout. "I really do need to get home."

"What you really want, Michelle." He winks and then there's another flash of blinding light.

When I open my eyes Morpheus' cave now looks like something from a romance novel. His ebony bed is covered with white silk sheets and red rose petals. There is a gold bucket filled with ice, which holds a bottle of what is probably champagne. Candles illuminate the room casting everything into shadows and making the setting even more romantic.

"I thought you were going to give me a pleasant dream." I stammer, taking a step back, pressing against the cave wall. Cold seeps through my clothes and I look down to see my sensible sweater and jeans has been replaced by a diaphanous gown. I gasp and cross my arms, hiding my over-exposed breasts from his view.

"Michelle," he croons as he steps closer. "Why hide yourself from me? I've seen you in those dreams. I've visited you before. Why should I let him have all the fun?"

I gasp and look around for an escape, but of course there is none. This is his world and as he said, I'm at his mercy now.

"Michelle?" His breath brushes my cheek as he leans down and whispers in my ear. "Don't you remember me?"

When he steps back he now has dark brown hair that is curly and brushes his shoulders, his eyes gleam at me in the darkness.

Before I can say or do anything his mouth covers mine. As if I have no will, I melt right into his arms. His mouth is like Godiva chocolate. Decadent and delicious as sin. His hands cup my cheeks as he devours my mouth with his. I groan and clutch his shoulders as my knees grow weak.

Gasping for air, I pull away from him and stare. Hell. Had I been having night visits from a god I thought had abandoned me to evil dreams?

"Recognize me now?" He purrs, the sound melting my resistance.

How can I resist him? The one who haunts my dreams and daydreams, too. No! He's not real. Like Alec mesmerized me, Morpheus is using my dream lover against me. Shaking away whatever spell he cast on me, I move away from him.

"No. This isn't real." I don't know why I ague. He doesn't listen.

"It's as real as you want it to be, darlin'."

He reminds me of a jungle cat now, the way he looks at me as if I'm his prey and he's about to pounce.

"This is me, Michelle. This is what I look like when I visit your dreams. The ones of Alec, well those are yours, but this one...this is the way I look when I make you come again and again and again. Over and over as you scream out your pleasure."

"Why me? When you can have anyone?" My voice is a mere whisper.

"Why not? Maybe you intrigue me more than the others. Maybe you are but one of many. After all, I am a god and I have an insatiable appetite. You know you love me when I come to you at night. Stop this pretense and let me love you this night." His grin is like no other I've ever seen.

As I stand there visions of previous dreams flash on the walls of the cave. I grow wet watching each and everyone, remembering how he makes me feel, and how much pleasure he does give me. Alec hasn’t been back since his interview so it isn't like I'm attached. How often does a mere mortal get to fuck a god?

He must sense my capitualtion because he grins and reaches out a hand. Slowly, I reach out and put my hand in his. "You won't regret this," he promises as he tugs me against him.

Somehow I know he's right.

How we end up on the bed I don't know, but the sheets feel smooth and cool on my naked flesh. I guess he vanished our clothes when he transported us to the bed. I run my hands over his body, relishing the feel of his silken skin over the hard muscles. He's hard all over, I notice as he presses his lower body against mine.

Heat races through my body and I grow so wet that I can feel it slipping between my thighs and onto his sheets.

"Morpheus." I moan and lift my hips, rubbing my wet mons against his thick cock. I want him more than I can remember wanting someone. Probably because of all those dreams.

"Relinquish control to me, Michelle. Let me pleasure you in every way I want."

"Yes." I gasp as his lips move over my neck and he sucks at the sensitive area where my neck and shoulder meet. He nips at me, then licks the bite and sucks on it some more. I cry out as I arch against him. "Please."

I want more, but vocalizing my demands is more than I can handle right now.

"Oh yes, you please me." He drags his face down to one of my breasts, and sucks my nipple into his mouth while a hand captures the other one, pinching that nipple at the same time.

Moaning, I squirm underneath him as he lowers his other hand and cups my heat. Arching into his touch, I move against it, trying to get him to give me more.

He cups my heat in his hand as he says, "See how much pleasure you can have when you just give in?"

"Yes," I hiss and arch into his hand.

Morpheus strokes me, setting my already burning body on fire. I gasp as he slides one finger into my sheath. Clenching around his finger, I try to suck it in deeper.

"Beautiful, so responsive. Even better in real life."

He hisses when I reach down and wrap my hands around his cock and squeeze. I slide my hands up and down simulating the motion I wish he was doing buried deep inside me. Hoping that this time he will let me, I guide his shaft to my core and scream as he thrusts deep, burying in me to the hilt.

"God." I moan and wrap my legs around his waist.

"Yes," he says as he kisses me again.

When I think I can't wait any longer he pulls back and then thrusts in, hard. Repeating the motion, he increases the speed and strength while I hold on for the ride.

My body trembles as sparks of pleasure dart through my body. All my nerve endings tingle and my breath hitches as he brushes against that spot just right. When he does it again I dig my fingers into his shoulders and throw my head back, screaming his name as my body convulses around him.

"Michelle!" He shouts my name as he buries deep inside and his release causes tremors to race through his body.

Breathless, I sit up and glance around. I'm in my own bedroom. How did I get here? Was it all a dream? The aftershocks rumbling through my body are too good to have come from just a dream, but with Morpheus you never know.