I climb back into bed. Exhaustion overrides everything else, even the arousal still thrumming through my body. I fall asleep within minutes.
And of course, I’m back in the dream.
I’m standing in the corridor again, my hand already on the red door’s knob. I groan in frustration. I know exactly what’s happening. I want desperately to end the dream myself and force myself awake, but I can’t. All I want is to go inside, climb on that table, and have Zeth take me with that massive cock of his. I don’t even know if what I saw was real or just what my imagination conjured. The uncertainty doesn’t matter. I can’t resist the temptation pulling at me.
I open the door and step inside. The table waits exactly as before. I approach it again and take one of the metal chains in my hand, pulling at it to test its sturdiness. The chain holds firm.
Zeth appears from the shadows again. He sighs deeply as he approaches me. I can see the strain on his face. He’s struggling. It’s difficult for him to end the dream a second time. He wants this too. After all, we agreed to do things in dreams. This should be okay, a safe space for both of us.
But Zeth shakes his head.
“Wren, you need to wake up.”
“It won’t work,” I tell him. “I’ll just come back here again.”
“I can stop it from my side. I can sedate your mind, so you won’t dream at all tonight.”
I bite my lower lip hard. My eyes roam over his broad chest, and I can’t stop myself from looking down. I stare openly at his massive erection. As I watch, his cock jerks, and a bead of dark liquid appears at the tip, hanging there, threatening to fall.
My eyes widen. I can’t look away. I hear Zeth groan low in his throat. His breathing becomes heavy and labored.
“Is this real?” I ask. “I mean... I know this is a dream, but... are the details real?”
Zeth understands what I’m asking, but he responds with a question.
“Do you want me to end it? You need sleep, Wren. You need to rest.”
“Please answer the question,” I insist. I feel terribly embarrassed, but I have to know.
“Yes,” Zeth admits. “It’s real. Your dream turns me on. It’s inevitable. I’m doing everything in my power to hold back.”
“Don’t hold back.”
“I must. I promised you I would end this. Just say the word, Wren.”
I can’t tear my eyes away from his cock. My pussy clenches around nothing, and the sensation is so intense I moan out loud. My mouth fills with saliva. I swallow heavily, my throat working. I want that cock inside me desperately. My mouth or my pussy, it doesn’t matter which. Any way I can have it.
But Zeth is right. This isn’t the time.
I squeeze my eyes shut and force the words out.
“Okay. Sedate me. Do what you must. If I come here a third time, I won’t be able to hold back. I will ask you to do things to me that will make me feel horrible in the morning.”
Zeth hesitates. I feel like he wants to say something, but he thinks better of it.
The next moment, my consciousness slips away. There’s nothing but peaceful, dreamless slumber.
I open my eyes hours later and look at the clock on the wall. Late morning. My body feels rested, but I tense up when I remember everything from the night before. I blush furiously, heat spreading down my neck and chest. I’m still painfully horny. The arousal hasn’t faded at all, and I would love a long shower with the water jet aimed precisely where I need it.
But Zeth is inside me. We can’t unmerge.
“Good morning,”he says, as if knowing I was thinking about him.
“Good morning.”I want to die of shame and embarrassment.“I’m sorry,”I add.“About last night.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“I need a shower.”
