Dream X George Ao3 Novels & Stories

The bond thrummed weakly, and I reached for it. For her. Even as everything in me broke. **************************************************8 Valkhara The dream was soft at first. A flicker of flame. The scent of cedar and blood. Then it darkened. Smoke. Pain. Screaming. Daxos screaming. I jolted in bed, heart racing, body drenched in sweat, shirt twisted around my hips. “Daxos?” I croaked, sitting upright, throat dry. And then I felt it. The bond.

Roxie strolls away, slamming the door after her, leaving me to my own mess. It was a dream? But it felt so fucking real! I pull up the sheets and as expected, I seriously messed up the sheets during that erotic dream of mine, a wet dream induced by Amanda and her friggin perfect breasts. " It was a dream?" That's impossible. It felt so real!

Cassandra POV: What the hell did I just dream of last night? It was so weird. I opened my eyes and realized that it was already morning. I, Cassandra Moore, had never once made love with any man after breaking up with Riccardo Xavier. But last night, I dreamt about having some steamy intimate activity with someone that looked just like him. That was funny! I must be really craving to have sex that I ended up having such a filthy dream.

the Lycan King says. “She has haunted my dreams since I was very young,” Malleus replies. “Kaiya has helped me to fight her in my dreams, without her, I wouldn’t be able to sleep most nights.” “Are the dreams dark, depraved, violent and sometimes sexual while also bloody?” Damien asks. “Yes,” Malleus replies. “I had those too, for a short while, though they were infrequent…often ending with a climax while covered in blood on a battle field being fucked by or fucking very sexy men with long dark hair,” Damien confesses.

I hit send, my heart thudding against my ribs. Almost instantly, the screen lit up. Damon: Do you? I blinked. Aria: Do I what? Damon: Wish I was holding you tonight? My thumbs hovered over the screen. And then I typed, without hesitation— Aria: Yes!!! Sleep refused to come. I tossed and turned under the blanket, my skin too warm, my thoughts too loud. The pendant lay on my nightstand, still glowing faintly like a soft heartbeat in the dark. Every time I closed my eyes, the dreams came rushing back—forests burning, silver eyes watching me from the shadows, flames licking at my fingertips like they knew me.

All of this felt like some sort of crazy dream to her, or at least she preferred to think about it that way, even though she knew that all of this was probably really happening. It could still pass off as a dream because she was asleep before she found herself here but she shook the thoughts off, she didn’t want to be distracted by anything that’ll keep her from enjoying this total pleasure. “Shove your big cock inside of me,” Dahlia pleaded, she was still horny as hell and she was going to make the most of this surreal orgy. “I want more. I want you to fuck me until my pussy is in shambles.”

Hearing the thunderous sounds, she opened her eyes, looked around, the clouds were still rumbling as if God has opened the gates of the dam. She shivered feeling cold and snuggled up with him holding him tight. Hardeep was still sleeping with a smile on his face. Putting up her plan into action she slid off her robe wearing just purple lingerie. Opening her kit which she kept near the bed, she took out oil and spread on her body, then sliding away the quilt, making him open his eyes, she started working on his toes first giving fleeting kisses, then moving upwards like a fish, she kept her eyes on his face. She was looking like a voluptuous making him touch her but ...but there she said, mov

Valerose I was dreaming about Lexi again. She is all I dream about when I do dream. The dreams just keep getting better and better. I swear I can feel her every time I dream. I can smell her in the room. I’m in bed with her and we are making love. I’m not fucking her in this dream. I have fucked her plenty of times in other dreams. Not this night. Lexi is on my lap slowly riding me. My hands are firmly on her hips not doing anything but holding her. I’m letting Lexi take what she needs from me. She is wearing nothing but a sheer white teddy, her head is thrown back in ecstasy. Her sweet soft moans fill the room.

But instead, she asked, “Really? Artimous died?” I giggled then went on explaining my dream. I expressed every emotion I had felt in it and the emotion and movement that Laylan had felt and made. As I finished the boys rounded the corner into the room. Mitchell heard me say the name Daemon and his tan face twisted in shock. “What? Are you saying you had a dream about Daemon, too? Veda has always dreamed of him though she never really says much about it. Who is this guy? I mean what are the odds that you both would be having dreams about two guys with the same name.” He looked first at me then to Veda and finally over to Josh, who had already taken a seat in his usual recliner.

The short dress rode up, exposing her bare, still-swollen pussy. Damien sat in the leather chair in front of her like a king on his throne. He studied her exposed sex with clinical hunger. “Today you’re mine alone,” he said, voice low and controlled. “My brothers will watch everything through the cameras. But only I get to touch you.” He rolled closer and ran two fingers slowly through her folds, collecting the remnants of last night’s creampies. “Still leaking our cum. Good. I want you messy all day.” Without warning, he pushed three thick fingers deep inside her, curling them against her G-spot. Aurora gasped, her back arching.