Dream X George Ao3 Novels & Stories

Alexia was sweating, her breathing shallow, and her whole body was trembling—because dreaming about having sex with Scott Hamilton had been way too intense. "That was a nice dream—music to my ears," she heard him say, and realized he was sitting right in front of her, wearing cotton pants, legs crossed, and looking every bit like a satisfied predator as he watched her squirm in pleasure while dreaming about him. "I didn't... it wasn't..." she tried to explain, her eyes filling with tears of shame and frustration.

I can't help but giggle, feeling like a ditzy high school girl sisting thebetween my two dream crushes once again. I sighed, not resisting the smile that crawled its way to my lips. I must admit, I have never felt so satisfied after sex even with my experience with boys through college. That's another story I want to leave untold, because this feels straight our of a fucking fairy tale. I sighed, praying this is not a dream. Am I dreaming? Please tell me I'm not, because if it is, then I hope it never fucking ends. "That was good." Valerian said.

Atlas Pov I woke up with last night's dream in my head. I dream-walked Ava's dream, and she had let me in. Her subconscious called me and I could not say no to it. Ava. The mere thought of my mate made me stiff as the cover that was over me rose. I got up to take a cold shower but my dick would not go down. Would it be such a bad thing, to jerk off to my mate? Her smooth skin as I held her in my arms, pumping her with all ten inches of my dick? Her moans last night were heaven and I couldn't get enough of them. I wanted to hear them so badly. So fucking bad. I wanted my tongue on her inner thighs, hearing her bright laughter. Her full lips. Her purple eyes. "FUCK" , I groaned out as I came o

I felt her emerge, bright and vivid within me. “I wasn’t expecting my heat to come back so soon. I had…” my cheeks flushed warm. “A very realistic dream. About Lucas and Xavier and Sebastian.” Diya made an inconvenienced sound. I do not understand your obsession with the leech. And now a lizard? She gave a scoff. But I will admit, your fever seemed to cool after that dream. Perhaps there’s a reason for it. I reached for the cool washcloth and rubbed my hot cheeks with it.

I cry out, my voice filled with desperate need. “Come for us,” Dylan commands, his voice thick with authority. My body obeys, and I shatter under their touch, a powerful orgasm tearing through me. The two Alphas waste no time, lapping up my juices with fervent hunger. The sensation prolongs my pleasure, leaving me trembling and breathless beneath them. Suddenly, I wake up, gasping for air. My heart pounds in my chest as I try to shake off the vivid remnants of my dream. The door to my bedroom creaks open, and I see my mother standing there, concern etched on her face.

She felt the dampness between her thighs as, in her imagination, Blake moved there, stroking and circling her clit. Shasta clicked the on-switch and the dildo began to vibrate, slowly at first, but more rapidly with just another couple of clicks. She positioned the object at her entrance, gasping as the buzzing elevated her arousal. Moving the dildo into her core, she instead pictured Blake holding himself over her, sliding his rock hard cock into her.

As the time tick away, cocooned by my strong emotions, I drifted into a deep slumber. In my dream, Alpha King Damien was romancing me. I was writhing in arousal and wanting. His scent invading my senses. My entire body trembled with unfulfilled desires. I want to come apart in his hands. I urged him on as his fingers traced down my thighs. My legs parted instinctively, and I arched my back to meet with his touch. I want him to touch me there where it's slick and wet, ready for him.

She quivered beneath my touch, a whimper escaping her lips. In my dream, the act of BDSM was a dance of power and passion, a ritual that bound us together in a way that transcended the mundane. My cock, thick and hard, strained against the fabric of my pants, begging for release as I approached the bed where Elysia lay. She watched me with a mix of excitement and trepidation, her breaths coming quicker as I stood over her, the crop still in my hand.

Whatever happens, we face it together. Relief washed over Levi instantly. He grinned like an overjoyed puppy, curling into my arms before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against my lips. That night, I had a dream. I saw myself being dragged back to the Grant family estate. Silas had prepared a wedding gown for me, forcing me into a marriage I didn't want. Vivian sat in a chair with an eerie smile. My hands were tied, so my struggles were useless. Despair settled deep in my chest—I could already see the miserable fate awaiting me.

Y one final time whether we could meet. He refused again, saying he was busy with work and maybe another time. I steeled myself and sent the message I had prepared. "Darling, if we can't meet and I can't even hug or kiss you, we should just break up." I blocked him without a second thought. After the breakup, no one lulled me to sleep at night. My sleep deteriorated sharply, and the nightmares came one after another. In my dreams, a secretary led me to his office. I pushed open the heavy door alone and found nothing but darkness.