From your dream

What happens when a lovely being from your dream visits you in the waking world?

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“Oh, human. My sweet mortal plaything.” You woke with a start – the voice from your dream echoing around the darkness of your bedroom. “Did you think it just a dream? Oh no, honey, you just gave me power. And power given is not easily taken.”

A dark shape formed in the gloom. An outline of wings, of horns. And there, on the face, two pinpricks of light. Eyes. Eyes that pulsed with power. You moved to jump out of bed. But a single word halted you. “Stop.” It rang through you, leaving you stuck.

“That’s it, mortal. Now, let’s shed a little light on things, shall we?” With a click, your bedside light turned on. And now you saw them. Just as they were in your dream. Crimson skin, onyx horns. Wearing the bare minimum to keep decency “Much better, don’t you agree?”

You were frozen still, though you didn’t know if this was their power, or your fear. “Well, mortal. You summoned me here, and I don’t feel like taking all of you. Just a little. Just enough to… Bind you.” They stepped closer, their eyes pulsing, drawing your gaze.

“That’s it. I know, just look. Just stare. Let my eyes pull you deeper into my power toy. Kneel up on the bed for me.” You did as they asked, and they smiled. “Mmm… So good, mortal. So quick to obey.” They seemed to tower over you. Their eyes were still all you could focus on.

“And in a moment, I’ll bind you to me.” A finger traced down your chest, their nail leaving a sweet tingling in it’s wake. “But I want to enjoy this. You, looking up at me. Powerless. Mmm… Kiss me, mortal.” They leant down. Your lips met. The world fell away.

Nothing existed to you but this. Your lips, meeting, this blissful, almost orgasmic kiss. Something inside you was coming undone, being rewove into a bond of submission that felt so heavy, so… All encompassing. And then, the kiss was broken, and your dominant stood before you.