**Caution: Explicit sexual language ahead. Do not proceed if under the age of majority**

Dear Diary,

So, did you know that there are pockets in realities that are exempt from the space/time continuum? Neither did I, but here we are and now I know that they exist and now I know that travelling to them is one of Belphie's powers. Though, if they are exempt from the space/time continuum, why can't he sleep there and come back here wide awake? 

~~*\FLASHBACK/*~~

I slowly open my eyes, blinking. I don't feel quite awake. Everything feels so warm and safe. I stretch my legs and give my hips a bit of a wiggle to stretch them then freeze. I must have rolled over during my nap, because either Belphie sleeps with a small bazooka in his pants (which would be really dangerous and not at all good for blood flow to his legs), or he has some exceptional morning wood going on and it's nestled from my thigh all the way up my butt. Wiggling my hips was probably not the best of ideas to help with his situation. I slowly try to edge away from him, but am abruptly pulled back in tighter by a surprisingly well muscled forearm that is now very bare. I remember there being a hoodie on that arm before.

"Be a good girl and stay," a very awake, and much less clothed Belphie whispers into my ear. His hand starts to lightly trace my ribcage. It feels really nice, the featherlight touch relaxing and sort of tingly, sending shivers down my arms and legs and I start feeling things I haven't felt before. As quickly as they started, all those feelings stop in an instant. He's touching my ribcage. My. Bare. Ribcage.

I try to sit up, and Belphie's firm hand pushes me back down onto the bed. I roll over, pull the blanket up to my chin and take a deep breath and before I can even start talking, Belphie smiles and says "This isn't real."

I let all my breath out in a woosh "What? What do you mean this isn't real?"

Belphie explains how when he sleeps, he's able to travel to empty pockets between realities and spin worlds into them. He's the only one who can get to them and because of that, they are completely safe. If he's touching someone when he falls asleep, he can choose to bring them with him to these pockets if he wants to. It's all part of his power as the Avatar of Sloth. These pockets are also exempt from the rules of space/time, in that time doesn't pass when you are in them and the actual pocket and its contents don't have a physical location because they don't actually exist. Apparently designing the worlds to keep their existence after he leaves them uses a lot of his energy, so he sleeps most of the day to recuperate.

"So, you made this dream geode look exactly like the attic room?" I ask him, because it doesn't make sense to me.

"Dream geode, I like that. Yeah, I had to spend quite a lot of time in that room at the end of last year and beginning of this year, kind of like being grounded, and I wasn't allowed to leave due to a really nasty curse that Lucifer put on the door and stairs. Joshua broke it, stuff happened, life went on, mostly. The difference between this dream geode and the real attic room is that I can leave this room and wander the rest of the house any time I want, unlike when I was grounded. This is my safe space. I came here a lot when I was grounded." Belphie explained.

Ok, that explains how this isn't real. "Ok, so, now tell me why I'm wearing," I take a quick look under the covers, because I have no idea what I'm wearing. "A flimsy little bra and these ridiculous underwear in violet. I know I wasn't wearing either of these today. My bralette was fuschia so it wouldn't be as noticeable under my stupid shirt. And I really don't like thongs, so I avoid them like the plague, yet here I am, ass being flossed." I pause. "And you! You were wearing clothes when we fell asleep."

Belphie snorts. "I had nothing to do with the clothes. That was all you. You were mid-dream when we travelled to the dream geode and apparently I should have just gone to your dream because it looks like we were about to have some fun." he tosses off the blanket to see exactly what I described.

My face flushes red as I fumble to grab the blanket before it's all the way off of me, but he's too quick. So instead, I just use my arms to cover myself. "I really don't remember what I dreamed though..." I said, trailing off.

Belphie grins wolfishly, "That, I can help with. I can replay dreams for you, the only thing is that I will see them too, and other things in your mind may be shown to me as well. Are you ok with that?" I nodded, but apparently that wouldn't do. "No, I need you to say it out loud, nods are too vague and can mean too many different things. I don't want you to use this against me later on if something isn't to your liking or whatever."

"Yes, Belphie. Please show me what I dreamed." I say, still somewhat hesitant to learn what exactly went on, but kind of excited too. I hadn't ever really done anything sexually normal with a man before, Thanatos had been far too... But anyway.

Belphie tells me to sit up, and face him. Once I am, he cups my face in his large hand and his eyes flash violet. Suddenly there are images just implanted in my head. I know exactly what I dreamed and I close my eyes, unable to fathom it and want it to have been real.

There is a deep ache, I'm not quite sure where, but in my lower abdomen, and I know I've never experienced It before. Subconsciously I've started to press my thighs together and it feels a little better, and out of nowhere I surprise myself by moaning just like I did in my dream. My eyes flutter open, looking at Belphie and he's looking at me. His pupils are blown wide; he must have enjoyed the dream too. He licks his lips, pauses, then reaches forward and lifts me up as if I weigh nothing (which is definitely not the case) and sits me on his lap, straddling him.

The sensation of his... um, anatomy against my barely there undies sends a thrill up my spine and the hair on my arms raises and I involuntarily jerk forward on him, grinding myself on his generously proportioned member. I throw my arms around his neck to keep myself from falling off, incidentally pressing my chest tight against him and I feel my nipples tighten to hard pebbles.

"S-s-sorry," I gasp out to him, not quite sure what I'm apologizing for, but feeling it's the right thing to say.

'Stop apologizing and fucking kiss him,' The voice is back and because I have absolutely no brain right now. I do what it suggests.

I lean further into Belphie, brushing my lips against his gently once, then I take his bottom lip between mine and lightly suck on it, run my tongue quickly along it and nip it with my teeth before releasing it. "Was that ok with you?" I ask Belphie.

In response, Belphie pulls me closer to him, and- there's no elegant way to put this- he fucks my mouth with his tongue. I am convinced now that the French have nothing on demonkind with regards to kissing. I never want to breathe again if it means I have to leave this kiss. There are places in my mouth that his tongue touches, I don't know, but suddenly it's like I can see fireworks behind my eyes, my pussy starts to do this fluttery thing, my nipples are so painfully hard it feels good, and I can't help rutting against his deliciously hard cock because something inside feels better when I do it, and then there's this gush of wetness as my pussy clenches hard against nothing. I can hear Belphie groan into my mouth and I realize my hands are fisted in his hair and I I've bitten his lip, hard this time, by the metallic taste of his blood dripping on my lip. He pulls back from the kiss a bit, and unthinkingly I lick my lips. This is apparently sexy to him, seeing me lick his blood from my lip, because he growls and takes my mouth forcefully, thistie while grinding his length up against into and I black out from the force of my second orgasm.

'Wake up. Eudoxia. Wake up.'

I open my eyes mid moan. Belphie is staring down at me with a smug look.

"Ready for more?" Belphie asks.

Am I ready for more? I think I am... 

~~*\END/*~~

So, Belphie has the power to make dream geodes? How cool is that? He's also the Avatar of Sloth, which would explain why he can do sleep stuff. I wonder if he can do something to permanently solve my insomnia? I wonder what else falls in the realm of sloth. His eyes flashed purple when he did the dream thing. Was that a sign of him using his power on me?

What can the other guys do? Lucifer seems to only be able to jump to conclusions and have hissy fits, but that's kind of unfair of me; I mean, I've only met the guy once. He did go all freaky demony on me though... He's the Avatar of Pride, and I can totally understand that, seeing as he was so offended by what I said and wore. I wonder what his powers are capable of?

Satan is the Avatar of Wrath, but he's been nothing but a sweetheart to me. Why am I hearing him though? Did the pact open up some sort of link between us? Is it always like that between pact bearers?

Also, really, fooling around in a dream world doesn't count as real, does it? I know I'm a complete hypocrite based on what I told Lucifer, but he was being so condescending and demeaning. And an idiot about it. I mean, perhaps if he had gone about it a different way we might have done something, but he was just so, so, UGH!

I just hope that Lucifer and I can make amends, and I can make acquaintances with the other brothers with no problems.

As Always,

Clarissima sidera lucent ex nihilo