How are we doing this? Is our connection strengthening the more time we spend together? Is it enhanced our sexual chemistry? Because that’s escalating too.
I don’t know what kind of magic fuckery was at play earlier with those dream-shenanigans, but it felt real as could be. I had that endurance-level orgasm, and so did he. I glance at the bedfurs drying over on the rocks. We were practically swimming in fluids when I woke up, and I know he didn’t actually fuck me, because I’d be shredded if he had. There’s no way I could take his cock in reality.
I don’t think.
One of the lotions in the basket catches my eye. The tube looks just like the one from my dream. The elasticity cream.
I look through the basket and find two more alongside a jar of purple berries I haven’t tried yet, and several larger screw-top jars of what looks like… Is that…? I open one and take a quick sniff. It smells just like… I count them and shake my head. For what purpose did my sexy monster provide me with a dozen substantive samples of his semen?
I sniff the jarful of cum again. It does smell incredibly good. Tastes good too, as I recall. I snort softly to myself, glance around the empty cave and shrug. With nobody here to judge me, I take the jar to my lips and take a sip. And then a bigger gulp. Several, in fact.
Is it wrong that I enjoy this flavor so much?
Hordan floods my senses with adoration, and I just about spray cum all over the floor as I choke in surprise.
Oh God. Did he just read my vibe?Shit. Does he know what I just did? And how I felt about it?
I’m flooded with what feels a lot like praise.
Oh, heknows.
I groan. Of course he knows. Intuitive beast.
I cast my eyes over the other eleven jars, and then take the one in my hand back to my lips.
Yup. That monster knows I’m a filthy little human who loves his cum. Why else would he package it up for me in a goodie basket like ready-to-go meals. He fucking loves that I’m enjoying it too. The more I swallow, the more of his approval I seem to feel.
I lower the empty jar and run my finger around the rim to collect the last of it. Is that how it works? The more I consume his essence the stronger our connection grows? Hordan sending me an image of him nodding while he applauds my cleverness. I send him a visual of me sucking his cum from my finger and then opening another jar.
He sends me the state of his expanding cock, and then ushers me out of his head so he can work.
I chuckle to myself, sip at my next jar, and separate one of the slippery purple fruits from its friends. I give it a sniff and then taste it.
Not bad. Not as sweet as the red ones, or as wholesome and nutrient-dense as the blue ones taste, but not bad. I take another swig of monster cum and then set the jar down in a rush as my stomach gurgles and the need to defecate arrives with great urgency. “What the fuck?”
I get to my feet and then glance around the cave, remembering I’m trapped inside. My bathroom is on the other side of Hordan’s giant fucking boulder-shaped security door.
Shit.
Literally.
Where to go?
I barely have a chance to pull a bucket from my kitchen area shelf before I need it, but the craziest thing happens. All that comes out of me is a pale purple ball that fills the cave with the scent of flowers.
“What the…?”
What other weird food science have these monster introduced to our earthly realm? Because this one I like. In fact, I like everything I’ve found in the gift basket so far. I head back to my half-consumed jar of my dashing monster’s semen and finish it off before I pick up a tube of the elasticity cream.
After a few moments of consideration, I insert it directly into my pussy and squeeze the entirety of it inside me.
Now what?
In the dream, Hordan had massaged it in and then stretched me by hand. I give it a go, but my ability to stretch myself to a degree that would help me to take Hordan’s cock with ease, is hindered by the sheer awkwardness of my limited reach. I move about the cave hunting for suitable items to assist.
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