I listen to Doe-dee’s quiet, rhythmical breathing and fall into a sort of hypnotic trance, where she has my full focus. She has fallen asleep on her back, and the edge of her fur blanket rests diagonally across her chest, covering one breast fully while revealing most of the other. I gently reach forward, desperate to tug the blanket lower, but my sense of duty to her sees me tug the fur higher so she won’t get cold.
She stirs a little and murmurs in a way that feels like a soft, needy pull at my heart. Does she dream of me? My mind wanders through all the possibility her unconscious self could concoct about me, and I consider probing at the edges of her dreams, to see if I can ascertain the truth.
Would it be an unacceptable invasion? There’s a fierceness to this female that I adore, but I’d prefer to stay in her good graces than become one of the many who have wronged her. I lie back and stare at the rugged stone ceiling. She deserves better than to live in a cave where she must crawl through the dirt to access safety and peace. I sigh, and recall how defensive she had been about the home she has created here. She lives in such a harsh environment, and yet she has softened it with greenery and personal touches, to make it her own.
I suspect the warm, soothing energy she exudes is one of her many magical qualities, because I too have felt my hardened soul be softened by her presence. Able to feel far too much from the world around me, I have always had to practice moderation and restraint when it comes to how I walk through the world, so I can prevent being overwhelmed by the emotions within it; but when I’m with Doe-dee, she makes me want to feeleverything.
Though I do not know details, I can sense the depth of betrayal she has experienced, and I don’t ever want to break her trust. No matter my desire or how passionately I feel for her, I refuse to do anything that would cause her to see me in the same light as those who have mistreated her. I will respect every inch of her and maintain her best interests as my own.
I gaze upon her sleeping form and smile. I will not take advantage of her while she sleeps, and nor will I trespass into her private dreams. But perhaps I can test the capabilities of our telepathic communication? Could I create a dream for her to enjoy by sending her love and pleasure in a way she could opt to receive them while she sleeps?
The thought intrigues me, and I lie back with my hand on my cock as I think of all the tremendous things we could do together without the limitations of the physical world…
8
DODIE
Iroll over with a moan, and my hand brushes against warm velvet.
Hordan?
I push back the furs to find him sleeping soundly beside me. His big monster feet are sticking out the end of the furs, along with half his legs, he’s so tall. He doesn’t seem bothered by the cold in the least, and feels toasty warm to the touch. Almost hot. Sure he won’t mind, I boldly throw back the covers to see more of him.
Once his huge, muscular body is on full display, and my jaw falls open as I stare in awe at the utter perfection that is this monster. I carefully sweep a lock of dark hair away from his handsome face, and his lips twitch in an almost smile, as if maybe he’s dreaming of sweet things.
I’m a little surprised by his presence in my bed, but not at all unhappy about it. Nor am I disturbed by being able to see every inch of him. He’s so gorgeous, it seems wrong to cover him back up before taking my time to really appreciate the sight of him.Allof him.
I drag my gaze down his body, noting every scar that I intend to honor with a kiss if he’ll allow it once he wakes. His physiqueis that of a warrior, and I keep getting the urge to curl myself against him, as I would if seeking shelter from a storm.
I lean closer, enjoying how the heat of him warms my skin. He shifts his head my way, as if drawn toward me, and when the tip of his nose nudges against the skin on my shoulder, he gives a soft, sleepy rumble that makes my heart race, because I canfeelhim appreciating the way I smell.
“Doe-dee,” he murmurs through lazy lips that gently graze against my upper breast. He shivers, and his massive cock twitches and then plumps. I watch in awe as it swells into a thick, full erection. The size of it should scare me, but I only feel desire and curiosity.
Would it fit inside me? Would it hurt?
Somehow, I don’t think it would. I feel as if Hordan is a very mature and respectful monster who is capable of working miracles with my body. If there’s a way for him to successfully penetrate me with his monster cock, then I’m sure he’ll find the most pleasurable path to make it happen. Even now, my core ripples excitedly with the knowledge of how he affects me. My mind might still be adjusting to his steady aura of dominance, but it almost feels as if he could command my body to accept him and it would obey.
Does he feel the same way? As if he’s at my mercy? Or am I at a disadvantage? I ease back, wary. I’ve been there before, and I refuse to be controlled by anyone ever again, so if I my position in this strange relationship is weaker, then I need to keep him at a safe distance.
Hordan sits bolt upright as if startled wide awake. He stares at the cave wall for several long breaths, and then he turns to me with soft, almost mournful eyes.
I frown and inch closer. “Are you okay?” I ask, searching his face. “Did you have a bad dream?”
“We’re still in the dream,” he says in plain English without even moving his mouth.
I look around, confused, and then he points to different parts of the cave, making fanciful furniture appear out of nowhere until my cave has turned into a throne room. I find myself suddenly seated on a throne as he kneels before me, and when I reach upward, my fingers brush against a crown.
I rip it from my head and stare at the gold as it shines in the light from the crystal chandeliers. “What is this?”
“It’s whatever you want it to be,” Hordan says, gazing up at me though his thick, dark lashes. “You somehow make me feel infinitely powerful and yet absolutely powerless when it comes to how I feel about you,” he says softly through still lips. “Please know that while I’d appreciate a certain amount of authority on matters of your safety and the provision of resources to meet your needs, should you want to assert your dominance overme,I will be unable to deny your desires. The thought of your pushing me down and climbing on top of me to satisfy yourself is one that brings joy to my heart and hardness to my cock.”
I glance down to observe the truth of his words.
He tucks his erection away, trapping it between his legs as if suddenly shy to be on display.
I view him side-on. “Are you suggesting you want me as much as I want you?”
“Possibly more,” he admits while pressing his lips into a firm line. “But I will never hurt you or give you cause to doubt or fear my intentions. I am certain that you are mine, and I am fully committed to serving your highest good, because it is inmyhighest good to do so.”
