Lust and Chastity - 7. Chapter 7

A brilliant smile was firmly set on Finian's face when he slipped into a dream that night. Once again, however, he was faced with a complete stranger. The Nightmare was decked in dominant gear and held a crop in his hand, sending the human a smirk. Fin let out a snort of amusement.

"Forgive me, but I already have someone in mind, and he is a Nightmare." He told him immediately.

The Nightmare ran his gloved hands down his leather clad chest.

"If he's not me, then you should drop him." The Nightmare smirked. "I can make you feel such wondrous things." He snapped the crop into his palm. "A beautiful blend of pleasure and pain."

The teenager blushed at the very idea, but he shook his head. "I'm sorry, but it's him I would want to feel pleasure and pain from." Finian insisted.

The Nightmare sidled closer, crop in hand. He invaded Finian's space, dragging the tip of the crop down the teen's chest to tease the line where his pants began.

"Come on, he's not here now." The Nightmare whispered with a sultry smile. "Play with me."

The human's lips pressed together in a thin line as he took hold of the crop and gently shoved it back towards its owner. "If it's not Alistair, I'm just not interested." He replied.

"Alistair?" The Nightmare pulled back. "Alistair Montcroix?

The teenager was once again surprised at the way Nightmares would simply back off at the mere mention of Alistair's name. "Yes...how did you know his last name was Montcroix? Do you know him personally?" He asked with a slight frown.

"Everyone knows Montcroix." The man said with a humorless laugh. "My most sincere apologies, Maiden." The Nightmare bowed. "I won't bother you again."

Finian was still standing there, confused, when Alistair appeared before him.

"I'm so sorry to be late, love." The tall, dark-haired Nightmare stroked a hand across Fin's smooth cheek. "We're having a bit of trouble with my nephew." He sighed. "He's about to turn seventeen and thinks he knows everything. He's giving his poor tutor fits. They asked if I would talk to him." Alistair drew Finian into his strong arms. "I missed you."

Finian gently placed his hands on the Nightmare's chest. "There was an interesting Nightmare here but a second ago." He informed. "A dominant with a crop. But, he bowed out."

Alistair's arms tightened around Finian as concern flooded him. "Did he... do anything? Are you alright?"

Fin shook his head. "He seemed rather determined until I mentioned your name." He mused. However, he thought nothing more of it as he began to divulge what he wanted to tell Alistair from the moment he began to dream. "Oh! We needn't worry about the bickering duo any longer! Quinton and Synan ended up mating right before my eyes." He stated with a grin.

"They mated? In front of you?" Alistair blinked his blue jewel-like eyes. "Did they consummate in front of you, too?" the Nightmare whispered.

A hot blush rose to Fin's face. "N-No, they didn't go that far." He sputtered. "But the ceremony itself was so heartwarming! Maybe it was their particularly rocky relationship having settled, but I was rather touched."

"Someday, I want to complete that ceremony with you." Alistair touched Fin's shoulder. "I would love for you to wear my crest, and I'd give anything to wear yours."

The human's smile widened at the thought. "I do, too. But, wait, I don't have a crest!" He pointed out, already worried about it.

"It will come when you mate." Alistair pressed his hand over Finian's heart. "Here. And you can place it anywhere you would like on my body."

Color once again filled Finian's cheeks when he remembered how Synan placed his crest low on Quinton's hip. "I see, that makes much more sense now..."

"You forgive me for being late?" Alistair pressed a kiss to Fin's soft lips.

The teenager's body was in havoc immediately from the mere kiss alone. He wasn't aroused as much as twitter-pated. His heartbeat picked up, and he felt warmth radiating from within his chest. It took him a good moment to remember what the Nightmare had even said.

"O-oh, of course, it's the least I could do to wait until you arrive."

"And now that I've... arrived," Alistair stole another kiss. "What will you do with me?"

Finian took a shuddering breath, but he raked his fingers through Alistair's hair and leaned up on the tips of his toes to tug the Nightmare back into another kiss. His lips were hesitant at first, but the teenager was determined to deepen it. Fin's inexperienced tongue slipped into Alistair's mouth and slowly slid and curled around the man's own.

Alistair groaned. Fin's inexperience didn't matter to the Nightmare. Every touch and kiss was electric to him. Fin's eagerness nearly drove the taller man wild. He allowed Finian to explore his lips and mouth, adoring every moment.

The teenager fumbled when he found he could no longer stand on the tips of his toes. But, he bit his lower lip in determination and willed his dream to form a gigantic bean bag chair, onto which he shoved the Nightmare. He then straddled him and kissed him once more. This time, his tongue grew a bit more forceful, swirling around the other appendage and dragging against the roof of Alistair’s mouth and the back of his teeth.

The Nightmare wrapped his hands around Fin's hips, unable to remain still and passive anymore. Alistair shifted Finian until he was on top of his own growing bulge. The man rolled his hips, grinding upwards onto the human teen.

The shorter youth mewled into the Nightmare's mouth. He began to feel arousal building up in his gut as his fingers curled into Alistair's thick hair and began to gently tug on the locks. Was he becoming addicted to the long, soft strands?

Alistair's hands began to roam, stroking up and down the younger man's back before sneaking under the hem to find delectable bare skin. He touched and teased gently until he found Fin's nipples. He squeezed them between his fingers then gave them little pinches.

Finian let out a strangled squeak, tugging harder at the strands of hair in his hands without even meaning to.

"Alistair!" He whimpered.

"Please." The Nightmare gave the little nubs another pinch. "May I taste them?"

The teenager gulped, but nodded his head shakily.

Alistair worked the bottom of Fin's shirt upward, reveling in every exposed inch of smooth alabaster flesh. When he reached them, the pink of Finian's nipples was almost startling after all that pale skin. The human allowed Alistair to free him of his shirt. The Nightmare ran his fingers over soft white skin, and then captured a pink nipple with his warm mouth. The man sucked gently, his cock hard and excited under Fin's warm body.

Finian's breath hitched and he continued to let out noises with every little thing that Alistair did. The slightest touch seared him. The very breath on his skin made pleasant shivers roll down his spine.

"Alistair," He whispered as his hips began to grind down against him on their own.

"What do you desire, love?" the dark-haired Nightmare gave a rough suck and a nip to Fin's nipple. "I'll do anything for you."

"Touch me..." Fin managed to hiss between his teeth. "While I touch you." He suggested as his hands reached into the Nightmare's pants, taking hold of the hard flesh eagerly.

Alistair sucked in an excited breath. His very clothes disappeared with a well-placed thought. He had to close his eyes tight and concentrate to keep from cumming with his bare cock pressed against Finian's pants. When he thought he had control of himself, he waved a hand and Finian found himself in nothing but satiny, blue boxer-briefs. Alistair's hands and fingers greedily stroked and petted everywhere he could reach.

The human wiggled on the Nightmare's lap, enjoying the satin against his skin. He gave Alistair a firm kiss before stroking the leaking length with both his hands.

"You excite me like nothing else." Alistair dragged his fingers up Fin's thighs to cup and squeeze the teen's tempting ass. "Your touch feels so amazing."

Finian made it his mission to stroke him better and better, at least until they could afford to do more. Twenty-two months...only twenty two more months until they could do more. That was plenty enough time to get comfortable with the idea of giving himself completely to Alistair, or so he hoped.

"I only ever want to be touched this way by you." Finian’s voice was rough with desire.

"Love," Alistair groaned.

The Nightmare slipped one hand to Finian's front and the other to his behind. He rested one hand over Fin's covered erection, careful not to move it. The fingers of his other hand stroked the cleft of the teen's ass.

"Oh!" Fin moaned at the sensation, his hands slowing down temporarily. He then stroked him even faster.

"You'll make me peak," Alistair gasped. "Is that what you want, Fin? You'll make me cum so hard... I wonder sometimes if I can survive such intense rapture."

"Yes, I enjoy seeing you c-cum," Finian confessed in a breathless voice. His hands began to gently dig into some of Alistair's weak spots that he had found along the way.

"Ah, love," Alistair gasped.

The Nightmare's strong hands suddenly grabbed Finian's hips, yanking the young man down so their cocks lined up, a layer of satin the only thing between them as bliss rocketed through the Nightmare and he came, grinding up into the human teen, painting them both with his cum.

Finian felt his own member give a hearty throb. He was never going to tire of the sight.

"Alistair..." He gasped.

He reached down with his hand to scoop up a good amount of the Nightmare's cum. Unable to help himself, he sucked on one of his fingers, savoring the taste.

"Gods, you have no idea how luscious you look doing that." The Nightmare kissed Fin, tasting himself. "I look forward to tasting you, to doing everything with you... I love you, Fin."

Fin once again felt that twitter-pated feeling and warmth in his chest. He wanted to melt into a puddle of goo.

"I...I love you, too, Alistair." He confessed.

Alistair's eyes widened. He stood, holding Finian tight while he spun them both around. The Nightmare's laugh was full and joyful.

"You've made me the happiest man in any of the worlds." Alistair said happily. "I'll only be happier should you someday agree to be my mate."

"I will. I promise." Finian vowed. "In twenty-two months."

Fin was startled as they actually lifted into the air, spinning about slowly. Just what was going on?

"Y-you will?" Alistair's voice was elated. "You mean it? You'll be my mate?"

Alistair captured Fin's lips, putting all the love and desire he could into the press of his mouth against Finian's. The Nightmare allowed them to float back down to the floor. He turned Fin in his arms so the teen's back was to his front. The taller man waved a hand, summoning a tall mirror.

"There's magic in your promise," Alistair whispered in pure excitement. "Look." He ran his fingers across the skin over Finian's heart.

The teen felt weak in the knees with the kiss. He was still reeling from that kiss, even when Alistair made a mirror appear. Finian let out a gasp at what he saw over his heart. The indigo-hued crest appeared to be an intricate, lovely compass. "Th-This is my crest?" He whispered in wonder.

"Yes," Alistair purred, tracing the detailed lines. "It's beautiful, just like you. I will be honored to wear it on my body when the time comes."

The human waited for some kind of regret or apprehension to come over him at the idea of having made such an important decision in his life at such a young age. But, none of those feelings made an appearance. He felt, of all things, quite serene.

"Alistair," Finian said as he took hold of the Nightmare's hand. "Can you show me your other forms? I'm very curious."

"I would love to," the Nightmare said happily.

Alistair stepped back from Finian and let the change take him. From the hips up, he looked the same, except for points at the tips of his ears and a curved horn that looked carved from a cobalt jewel originating where his crest had been. From that point down, however, fur ran. It was such a dark blue it was almost black, the sapphire gleam given away where the light traced the curves of his lower limbs. His legs took on an equine shape. Bones shifted, some growing and some shortening. Onyx hooves, like black glass, touched the floor. Long tufts of hair sat at his ankles, blue-black with cobalt and indigo highlights, just like the hair on his head. Between his legs, Alistair's cock became longer and thicker with a slightly different shape. The head flared slightly at the end, but it was flatter at the tip instead of the usual dome shape. A long tail appeared behind him, reminding Finian more of a zebra tail than a horse’s, in shape, if not color. It was the same solid hue of his dark fur until the end, where another long tuft encompassed the tip, the same color as Alistair's midnight hair.

"This is my faun form," Alistair explained. “Or, as we call it, a half form.”

The Nightmare wasn't any less gorgeous in Finian's eyes. He reached out to touch the tips of Alistair's ears, which were pointed in that form. He reached behind him to drag his hand down the long tail, stopping at the tuft to rake his fingers through the hair. He lifted the tuft to the side of his face and held it there. "Beautiful..." He whispered.

"That feels nice." Alistair shivered. "I'm... sensitive on my tail." The Nightmare smiled. "I'm glad you like this form. I was somewhat worried you'd find it monstrous."

"I don't think anything of yours is monstrous." Fin pointed out.

"Maybe you should wait to say that until you've seen my equine form," Alistair said with a chuckle.

He pressed a kiss to Finian's nose before moving back enough so he could bend at the waist. It wasn't hands the touched the floor though, but shining black hooves. Alistair's fur was the same as it had been on his legs his faun form, a deep lustrous blue. The tufts on his back legs were on the front as well. His tail in that form was more horse-like, with the same colors as his human hair, blue-black, indigo, and cobalt. His body and head was entirely that of a sleek, well-muscled horse. His mane matched his tail and tufts and hung in long shining waves. From the middle of Alistair's equine forehead rose a shining, curved horn like a deep blue jewel.

The human teenager was absolutely delighted at the sight. He rushed over and ran his hands over the Nightmare's face, neck and body. When he came back to cradle Alistair's face in his hands, he had a joyous expression on his face. "Absolutely stunning!" He exclaimed.

Alistair pawed the floor and pranced a little, showing himself off for Finian. He flicked his wavy tail, turning this way and that while bumping his body gently against Fin's.

"Would you like a ride?" Finian heard Alistair's voice in his mind.

"Yes!" Fin replied with excitement edged in his voice.

Alistair tossed his head happily, horn sparkling in the light. The Nightmare knelt on the ground in front of Fin, he stayed carefully still to give the human teen a chance to climb on.

Finian ever so carefully clambered onto Alistair's back. He wrapped his arms around the Nightmare's neck and pressed a grateful kiss on the side of it. He had never ridden a horse before, but he trusted Alistair to have much more control. He felt safe and giddy all at the same time.

The Nightmare stood carefully, as he didn't want to accidentally throw Finian. When he was sure Fin was secure, Alistair took a few careful steps. The magical equine reveled in every touch of the human's body against his own. In the dreamscape, there was plenty of room. Alistair tried a careful canter to see how Finian handled it.

The teenager's breath hitched as he adjusted to the movements and found his balance, clinging gently to the Nightmare. He felt a thrill at the idea of being so high off the ground.

"This is amazing, Alistair!" He called out.

"Would you like me to go faster?" Alistair asked playfully.

"Sure!" Fin encouraged.

The easy canter changed to a smooth gallop. They found themselves in a huge grassy meadow, racing through the flowers with the wind blowing the hair from their faces. Alistair's mane billowed back, stroking Fin like unspun satin. The Nightmare's tail sailed behind them like a dark flag. Alistair adored how Finian clung to him, the teen's legs tightened around the Nightmare's thighs and his arms clung to Alistair's neck. It felt amazing, urging him faster.

Finian let out a trill of laughter as they rode even faster. This was an experience that he would never forget. "If riding with you is this fun in my dream, I look forward to riding with you in your world." He admitted.

"I can't wait," Alistair told him.

The Nightmare slowed to a trot and headed for the edge of the meadow. Alistair's long graceful legs stepped carefully into the trees past the grass and flowers. The woods became thicker the deeper into its depths they went. Finian ducked his head to avoid low branches. After a few minutes, Alistair walked into an open area. A small brook fed a little clear pond. The Nightmare sat down next to it, dipping his head to sip. The reflection of his curving horn shone in the water.

Finian dismounted and sat down next to the Nightmare, leaning his back against Alistair's side and closing his eyes. "Thank you, for all of this...for trusting me enough with your alternate forms and your past."

"Anything I have, anything I am, is yours." Alistair nuzzled Finian's cheek with his soft nose and lips. "I love you

"And I love you." Finian responded as he nuzzled him back. Only twenty-two more months and he could finally repay Alistair with everything of his own.