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Dream Lover Ch. 01

By: MrImagination



(WARNING: This story is rated MATURE for adult content and explicit imagery. Keep this story and all other material like it out of the hands of children.) 



Dream Lover Ch. 01



The hot afternoon sun beat down on Edmund as he walked along the dirt road. Sweat ran down his back making the heavy frame backpack that he was carrying uncomfortable. There was not a cloud in the sky and when he looked at the thermometer that dangled from his pack it read 90. It was too hot for this kind of trek, but he had wanted to get to the hostel by sundown and he knew he had at least five more miles to go. Exhausted, he stopped and pulled off his pack and sat down on tree stump along the side of the road. Sitting down on a tree stump by the side of the road he took the canteen out of his pack and took a drink of water. The trees provided a bit of shade, but without a breeze he was still warm.

Edmund had decided that he would trek across Europe in this the summer before his senior year of college. He had asked his girlfriend Sandra to come along with him, but she had told him that she thought it better if they would spend some time apart. During his trip, he called her every chance he got, but she was never at home when he called. She had gotten a job at a local library and seemed to be working there late most nights. At least that is what her mother had told him when she answered his calls.

Looking at his watch it was about 3:30. No way he was going to make it five miles to the hostel before night at the rate he had been walking. He resolved himself to the fact that he would spend another night under the stars. At least the weather was nice and it surely would not get too cold tonight. He hoisted his pack up onto his back and kept walking.

The trees in the forest he was walking through had gotten taller as he walked along. This morning when he started there had been small farms and people along the road, but now there were just tall trees. He imagined that there were elves running though the forest around him. They were gathering for a hunt, out to nail some unsuspecting hiker as he intruded on their territory. The elf chief telling his warriors what would happen if some no good human were allowed to intrude upon their forest. He laughed at the thought of being confronted by a squad elfin hunters, with bows drawn, as he walked around the next bend. It was just the late afternoon light playing tricks on his eyes.

He walked around the bend in the road and came upon a wooden Roma style wagon set off to the side of the road. Sitting in a small patch of grass, the wagon was about 15 feet long and was painted bright red and yellow. There was no sign of a horse anywhere about. At the back, there were three steps up to a brightly painted red door. Next to the door was a sign that said "Fortunes Told" in gold letters. There seemed to be smoke coming from the metal chimney at the side of the wagon. Who would need a fire in weather like this he wondered. 

He debated if he should knock or not. He really didn't believe in fortune telling, but he admitted that there was more to it than he realized. Maybe he could find out what the deal with Sandra was, he laughed to himself. He took off his backpack and set it aside, propped up against a tree. He then climbed up the three steps and knocked on the door.

"Come in," said a woman's voice from inside the wagon.

He opened the door and walked into the wagon. The inside of the wagon was richly decorated with tapestries that showed all sorts of strange animals and symbols. They reminded him of the paintings by Hieronymous Bosch he had studied in art history. In the middle of the wagon was a table covered by a dark green tablecloth. On the table sat an incense burner emitting sage flavored fumes. A golden lantern that hung from the ceiling lighted the wagon.

Behind the table sat an old woman with long grayish black hair tied up in a scarf. The woman wore an enormous amount of gold jewelry, bangles about her wrists, dangling earrings at her ears and several chains around her neck. She wore a simple, low cut black dress that Edmond thought would have been flattering, were she not so old. The low cut of the dress allowed him to see that she had a rose tattooed on her shoulder.

"Come in, sit down. Would you like some tea?"

"Yes please," said Edmond.

The woman walked over to the stove and got a teakettle that had been sitting on it and poured tea into a cup she put in front of Edmond.

"What brings you to my woods, young man?"

"Oh, I was just passing through on my way to a youth hostel on the way to Nijmegen."

"I hope you don't think you will make it there tonight."

"No I was planning to sleep in the woods. I have a warm sleeping bag, so I shouldn't be too cold. The weather has been nice enough.

"So it has."

Edmond took a sip of the tea and found it very pleasant. It wasn't any type of tea he had before. It had a sweetness to it he could not identify.

"Would you like your fortune told?" the woman asked.

"Sure," said Edmond.

"That will be ten Euros."

Edmond reached into his back pocked and pulled out his wallet. He took out a ten Euro bill and handed it to the woman.

"Thank you," said the woman, taking the bill and putting it into the bust of her dress. Edmond tried not to wince at the thought of what he assumed were wrinkled breasts. He sipped his tea to cover his expression.

The woman reached under the table and pulled out a wooden box. The box was made of a reddish colored wood and was brightly lacquered. The woman opened the box and took out a black velvet bag. From the bag she removed deck of cards, which she began shuffling. After she had shuffled the cards for a few minutes she placed deck on the table.

"Please think of a question and cut the cards."

Edmond thought for a moment. His mind came to Sandra again. Was she really working at the library late each night? Why had she been so insistent that they spend time apart? The question that came to his mind is what did his future hold as far as romance was concerned. With this thought in mind he picked up the top half of the deck and sat it down beside the bottom half.

The old woman picked the bottom half of the deck and placed it on top of the rest of the cards. She took three cards off of the top of the deck and placed them in sequence, half way between them, on the table.

"These three cards represent your past, present, and future. Now what was the question you asked?"

"I wanted to know about my romantic life. I am worried about my girlfriend. I have been having trouble getting in touch with her."

"That's enough young man, let the cards tell their story."

The woman reached across the table and turned over the first card. It showed the picture of a man holding up a bunch of staffs.

"Ah the ten of wands. You have been suffering in your life. Your girlfriend has burdened you. Wondering if she has been faithful to you. Judging by the card I would say that she hasn't."

Edmond felt as if his suspicions had been confirmed. Her wanting them to separate for the summer and then her not being home at night when he called had been a burden on him. He imagined she was with his best friend Chad. They had seemed suspicious, to him, before he had left, but he had tried to put it out of his mind at the time. Although he was sad, now he felt better knowing the truth, or at least thinking he knew the truth.

The woman turned over the second card. It showed a tower that was on fire being struck by lightning and collapsing.

"The tower. Now is a time of change. I would say that you and your girlfriend are breaking up. This will leave you free for new things."

Edmond laughed. "Well that is true," he thought. Without his girlfriend he might be able to hook up with one of those hot European girls that are always staying at the youth hostels. They always did seem to go for Americans. Maybe breaking up wasn't so bad.

The woman turned over the third card. It showed an angel above a naked man and woman. 

"Ah the lovers," the woman laughed. "Looks like your romantic life is looking up. You will find a new love and you will be happy together. This is a happy fortune."

Edmond was skeptical. Before the last card was flipped he had been going along and believing what the woman had said, but now he wasn't too sure. It would be nice to hook up with one of those cute hostel girls. But fall in love, No, that wasn't going to happen. Sure he might tell the girl that he was in love, but he still had a plane ticket back to America. He saw no reason not to enjoy a few nights of sex.

He finished sipping his tea. He thanked the woman for the tea and the fortune, and got up to leave the wagon.

"Thank you for stopping by," she said, "see you again soon"

"Yes, see you soon," Edmond tried to say with a straight face. He didn't plan on coming down this road anytime soon, but there was no reason to be rude. He put his pack back on and started walking down the road.

As he walked, it was starting to get dark, and he began looking for a place that he could stop for the night. He looked up into the night sky he saw that the moon was full. The moon gave an eerie light to the forest around him. This was a night for madmen and poets, crazy drunks and witches, satyrs and nymphs to play in the moonlight; a night of magic spells and Bacchanalian revels. He laughed, maybe he would have to get into that flask of brandy he was carrying after dinner.

Soon afterward, he came upon a deserted barn. The doors of the barn had broken off and the barn was full of hay bales. They might be a bit scratchy but they would be warmer than the ground he thought.

He got his portable stove out of his backpack and began to prepare dinner. Taking some water from a nearby creek and began heating it to boil. Dinner was a dehydrated meal, which he used the boiling water to prepare. After he ate dinner he got the flask of brandy out of his pack and taking a few sips he began to relax. By the light of the moon, he rolled out his sleeping pad and bag on a couple of bales. He got into his sleeping bag and read for a bit by the light of his flashlight. Soon he was getting drowsy so he turned off his light and drifted off to sleep.

During the night he began to dream. In his dream he was in bed with a beautiful black haired girl. She wore a skimpy black dress that did little to cover her curvy figure. Her lips were bright red and she had on purple eye shadow.

"Well, you finally made it," she said.

"Yes," he said, not really sure what to say.

She laughed a delightful, giggly laugh, and bent over him, planting a big kiss on his lips. With her tongue she explored his mouth. His tongue responded and they caressed each other. As they kissed his hands he began to explore her body. First rubbing her shoulders and then working his way down and fondling her breasts. He could feel her erect nipples and nipple rings under her dress. He reached his hands around and began to unzip the back of her dress. As their kiss broke, he pulled the straps of her dress off of her shoulders and slid the dress down her body, revealing the red silk bra. She reached under the hem of her skirt and pulled the dress off, over her head, revealing matching red silk panties. 

He could feel his erection start to grow, blood pulsing into his cock and it fighting against the confines of his pants.

Reaching around her he unhooked her bra and pulled it off. He began kissing down the side of her neck. Taking the dangling gold earring out of her ear, he took her earlobe into his mouth and sucked on it. He heard her breathing start to get faster as he continued kissing down her neck. He licked his way to her ample breasts and started licking them. Each of her nipples was pierced with a golden horseshoe shaped ring through each. He took each hard nipple into his mouth in turn, nibbling and sucking on each.

He felt her hands undoing his belt, and working at his fly. Opening his pants she took his rapidly hardening cock into her hands and began to stroke it.

"Let's get all naked, already," she said impatiently.

She stood up and pulled her panties off. He also got up and quickly undressed.

"I want to eat your pussy," he said. "Sit on my face."

"To hear is to obey," she laughed.

He lied back down on the bed and she mounted his face. Her shaven pussy was right at his mouth and his nose was filled with her musky smell. He began to lick her. Slow at first and then building speed and she began to breathe faster.

"Oh, that is so good. Oh yes, don't stop." Saying this she bent her body over and took his cock in her mouth. Just the head at first, licking off the precum that had built there. And soon taking it all the way into her mouth and twirling her tongue around the head.

"Stop, stop" he said. "I want to fuck you and I am won't last very long at this rate."

"Okay," she laughed. She got off of his face and turned her body around so that she was facing him. Still straddling his legs she took his cock into her hand.

"Mmm, what a nice cock you have. I have been waiting for a cock like this for a while. I really don't care how long it lasts, as long as there will be more later," she laughed. 

"Sure," he said, "no problem."

"Good"

Taking his cock in her hand she guided him into her.

"Oh yeah," she said as she began to pump up and down on him. He thrust his body upward meeting her bouncing.

Oh yes, yes, yes, yes," she moaned. He looked up at her face, her eyes staring at him, grimacing in ecstasy as she rode him. As he watched her he noticed a rose tattooed on her shoulder. He could feel her pussy begin to contract around his cock, and he didn't last long, sending his seed into her cunt.

"Mmm, that was wonderful," he said after a few seconds of silence had passed.

"Yes, I'll see you soon," was all she said, and he awoke from his dream.

He awoke to the bright morning light streaming into the barn. As he crawled out of his sleeping bag he noticed that it was soaking wet. It had been a while since he had had a wet dream, having a girlfriend and all. He laughed at himself as he got out of the bag. The boxer shorts he had slept in were also wet. He opened the sleeping bag up so that it could air out while he fixed breakfast, as he didn't want to put it away wet. As he opened it he found a golden earring sitting inside.



Dream Lover Ch. 02



(WARNING: This story is rated MATURE for adult content and explicit imagery. Keep this story and all other material like it out of the hands of children.)

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It has been more than a week since you were visited by your mysterious mirror-image...since you and she made love together. That incident has stayed in your mind every waking hour of the day...and somehow, each time you recall it, an involuntary wetness emerges between your legs. You can't explain it; you don't know why...it just is.

You have not mentioned anything of the strange visitor to your man—he would likely believe you were making it up, or worse, trying to come up with a fancy way of saying you were cheating on him. And the sheet you were on when she made love to you—you have tried washing it with every kind of disinfectant, but somehow the blue stain she left from your heated moment of passion has refused to be removed. You know that there is no logical or rational way you will be able to explain this stain to your man, so you have resorted to keeping this particular sheet locked up.

Ever since that night, you have found yourself constantly and carefully examining your own body. Up to now you haven't found any noteworthy differences in your physical appearance, nor have you noted any other significant changes from before. Since the mysterious woman ejaculated her fluid inside you when you made love, you've been expecting at least some form of change to come over you—but none has, and for that you are grateful.

Now...

It is nighttime once again—9:55 to be exact. Vaguely, you remember that this was the same time you had gone to bed when that stranger showed up. Now, though, you push it to the back of your mind, though you have certainly not forgotten the experience. After all, what are the chances she will come again?

Once again you are alone in your room, clad only in your nightgown. Moments ago, you had a long hot shower, to relax your nerves in preparation for sleep; the heat of the water on your bare skin in the bathroom is still radiating off of you as you climb in between your sheets. Today, your room was sprayed with strawberry scents; the fragrance lingers in the air as your head hits the pillow. The beautiful colors of the drapery combined with the paint on the walls and the redness of the carpet provide something of an illusion for your imagination: that you are resting yourself in a garden. The only flaw is, here you are Eve, but tonight you must sleep without Adam.

A delicious warmth fills your chest and stomach as you think of your lover. Since that tantalizing night when your mirror-image came to you, your lovemaking with your man has gotten far better than it had ever been before. The time you spend in each other's arms has become longer, slower, more teasing, more fulfilling. Perhaps, then, that incident with your other self was just your mind's way of expressing your desire for him, to feel him inside you, slowly taking you. Although that logical explanation doesn't give an account for the mysterious blue stains on your old bed-clothes...

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A peculiar scent hits your nostrils. Your nose twitching, you rouse yourself and sit up in bed. The scent is strange, but not unpleasant...almost like the smell of nature after the rain has fallen. Rubbing your eyes, you glance around—

Then suddenly your eyes fly fully open.

You are in your bed, but...somehow...you are no longer in your own room. All around you, there are flowers of many brilliant colors; underneath all of this, the grass shines a lustrous shade of green. To your disbelief, rays of sunshine shoot down on your body; not bright enough to be blinding, but warm enough to create a tingle on your skin.

"Am I dreaming?" you wonder to yourself. On impulse, you look at your wristwatch. 12:00. But you went to sleep only moments ago...have you overslept? And if that is the case, how on earth did you end up out here, in this paradise-like garden? Surely this has to be a dream!

Suddenly, at the foot of your bed, you notice something like a creeper vine growing on the bedpost. It is growing at a steady pace; with eyes filled with wonder, you watch as the vine covers your bed's entire frame. As you continue to watch, white and yellow roses bloom from the vines, some larger than others.

Right above your head, one particular white rose is growing on a longer-than average vine. It swings and shifts as though it has a mind of its own, hovering above your body the whole time. Its petals open a little; to your surprise, small drops of a clear gold fluid leak out and drip onto your face. The white rose's stem grows downward toward you, its petals brushing the fluid all over your face. You recognize the scent of this fluid: it is honey. Instinctively, you reach your fingers to your face and dip them into the honey; putting your fingers to your lips, you have to admit that this is by far the sweetest honey you have ever tasted in your life.

As you continue to taste the honey, the rose moves along the curves of your body—and you don't know how to explain it, but somehow, it seems that nature is acting as its own aphrodisiac for you. The sight of such a rich and beautiful blend of colors; the scent of the fresh vegetation; the smell of the honey, the feel of it on your skin, the taste of it in your mouth...it is all exciting to you.

You feel a soft, gentle nudge on your thighs. Looking down, you see that the white rose's stem has gotten much longer, long enough for the flower itself to have reached down your body. As you watch, the rose's petals open up again. For a moment you start thinking that it's going to deposit more honey on your body...

...but as the rose's petals open and its center is revealed, your eyes widen in astonishment. You have never seen any flower that was like THIS!

Growing from the center of the rose is a long shaft, cylindrical and gold in color. It is not explicitly penis-shaped, as your mirror-image's clit became when the two of you copulated, but it is very suggestive nonetheless. It's not very big, only about an inch and a half around, but it is quite long, about nine inches. There is, you notice, a small round hole at the very tip; from that hole honey is dripping in small, steady amounts.

The shaft nudges underneath the edge of your nightgown, probing your now hot and aching pussy. You blink, realizing what is about to happen; but by now your senses have been so touched by the power of nature, you can't tell whether you really want to resist or not. So, with only the slightest hesitation, you part your legs a little. That is all the rose needs; it thrusts forward immediately, burying its shaft into your moistening hole.

You suck your breath in between your teeth and close your eyes, enjoying the feeling of the rose's grown shaft slowly sliding in and out of you. Your hands unconsciously run up and down your body, squeezing your breasts and tracing outlines on your stomach, even as your hips thrust forward to meet the pushes of the rose's shaft. You can feel the rose's petals brushing against the insides of your thighs; in your mind's eye, you know what is happening: the flower is pushing and pulling, pushing and pulling, like a piston, working its shaft in and out of you...

Now your breath is coming out, in low moans that start from the throat and work their way out through your mouth. In and out, in and out, the thrusting continues; and as your moans become a little more vocal, you only barely note that the rose is working your pussy a little faster, a little harder, a little deeper, going further and further with every push...

Your hips are thrusting faster now; you desperately want to feel the shaft even deeper than ever inside of you. As if sensing your need, the rose pumps its shaft harder, giving slow, powerful thrusts into your body. Three...two...one...

And then you arch your back and cry out as the blissful wave of orgasm hits you. And even as you come, the rose's shaft continues to pump inside of you...and then you feel an immense heat coming from within your body, and that combined with the pleasurable feeling of your climax sends you even further over the edge. You let out a scream as your hips shoot upwards, as the rose buries its shaft all the way inside of your pussy.

Finally, after what seems like forever, your body calms down. You slump on the bed. The rose slowly pulls the shaft out of your pussy; a small spurt of honey squirts from the shaft's tip. A whole lot more honey leaks out of your hot pussy, mixed with your own body's fluids...

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BZZZZT! BZZZZZT! BZZZZZZT!

The buzzing noise of the alarm clock jolts you awake. You breathe heavily, even as you unconsciously reach over to disable the clock's alarm. You glance over at the time: 6:30.

Once again, it is morning. Glancing around, you see no sign of a beautiful garden...you are, once again, in your own bedroom. A glowing feeling passes over you, a feeling you can't really explain...you are relaxed, satisfied, and exhausted all at the same time. And in between your legs feels sticky.

You are immediately reminded of what happened the last time...has it happened again? Filled with suspense, you reach down between your thighs with one hand...and it feels sticky. Raising your hand to your nose, you take a sniff, and the smell is like that of—honey. You pull back the covers...and there, oozing out of your pussy, is indeed a golden-brown puddle with a sweet scent that you instantly realize is more than just your womanly reaction to sex.

Just what is happening to you...?

END



Dream Lover Ch. 02



It was a cold misty morning as Edmond continued his journey through the forest. The icy droplets of mist condensed on the broad leaves of the trees and fell to the muddy, moss covered ground. All around him, in addition to the sounds of birds in the trees, he could hear the sound of water dripping to the ground. 

Usually when he carried his pack, the body heat he generated was enough to keep him warm, but this morning even with his heavy jacket on he felt the chill of the morning mist against his body.

As he walked, the trees began thinning and he started to come upon signs of civilization. Here and there he came upon farms and animal pens, and warmly dressed farm workers, out in the morning chill, beginning their tasks. Occasionally one would look up from their work at him as he walked by, but none spoke to him. 

Edmond arrived at the hostel at about ten in the morning. It was an older building, much in need of a new coat of paint. It stood next to a highway, leading into Nimejen. He went into the glass front doors and up to the front desk. Behind the desk stood a young man, not much older than himself, with long brown hair and a goatee. Edmond paid for three nights in advance and took his things to the room he had been assigned.

The room slept eight. It was furnished with bunk beds with thin mattresses and upright standing storage closets. Two guys were still sleeping in their bunks. Taking one of the unoccupied lower bunks, he put his things into the nearby storage closet and quietly lied down to read. He planned to spend a few days here, relaxing after his four days of walking. He wished to do nothing more than sleep, read and socialize with some of the young women also staying at the hostel. 

The book he was reading was a science fiction novel about human colonization of the galaxy. The humans had come upon a race of demon like creatures that had magical abilities. The protagonist of the novel had been plagued by one of these creatures that had entered his dreams and made him do things he didn't want to do, only to wake up and find that he had done them in reality. He laughed to himself thinking that maybe the old fortuneteller he had run across yesterday was one of these demons from outer space. It wasn't a very good novel, but it was the only book he had to read.

At noon, as the room's other occupants were finally waking, he decided he would go out and get some food. He left the hostel and went to a coffee shop down the street. Entering the coffee shop, he saw that it was relatively deserted, with only a few other customers. He ordered himself a cup of coffee and a bagel with cream cheese, and he sat down in one of the big puffy chairs that were gathered around a small table, to contemplate his predicament. He wasn't completely resolved to have Sandra out of his life. While at times being with her could be troubling, all in all she wasn't all that bad. He did enjoy having sex with her. The way she was always willing to go down on him, the way that her face got all scrunched up and all the noise that she made when she came. It was these things that had made him fall in love with her in the first place. Her distance now was more than just geographical. Was he still with her now, he just didn't know, until she would talk to him? He looked at his watch. It was one thirty in the afternoon, so it would be five thirty in the morning back home. Maybe he would call her before she went to work in a few hours.

He thought about the wet dream that he had last night. It had seemed so vivid, as if that dark haired woman was actually real. It was obviously the fortuneteller, with her love card and her rose tattoo who had sparked the dream, since the woman in the dream also had a rose tattoo. And how the woman had insisted that they would see each other again soon. It was just weird. Not that he would mind meeting her in a dream again. It was just that he never had recurring dreams, and he didn't expect to now. Finding the earring in his sleeping bag had really freaked him out though. It was as if she really had been there with him. Where had she gone during the night if she really was there? Was she maybe some kind of ghost? He just didn't know. He laughed at himself for thinking such silly thoughts.

He took a sip off coffee and looked around him. Sitting in a chair next to him, working on a laptop, was a very attractive auburn haired, young woman. He hadn't noticed here there when he had sat down. She had shoulder length hair, pale freckled skin and small breasts. He checked himself, hoping not to get caught staring at them. Working on her laptop, she appeared to be just as oblivious to him as he had been to her sitting down next to him. After a moment she looked up, and he tried to use it as an opportunity to strike up a conversation.

"Cold weather we have been having."

"Yes, it was cold this morning," she said, looking back down at her laptop.

"Hi, what is your name?" he asked, hoping to get her to turn and talk to him.

"Rika," she said, flashing him her blue eyes.

"Hello Rika, my name is Edmond. It is nice to meet you"

"Nice to meet you."

"What are you working on?"

"I am working on a paper for my creative writing class."

"So, what do you do for fun around here?"

"Some times bands come to the bar down the street. But, mostly it's pretty dead around here. There is a band coming tonight."

"Cool, maybe I'll go see them. Are you from around here?"

"No, I'm from Norway."

"I am from, America"

"Yes, I know."

"How can you tell?"

"Well your accent for one thing. I am sorry but I really must get this paper done." 

"Goodbye, I hope to see you tonight," Edmond said as he got up to leave.

"Goodbye."

Edmond decided to go back to his room. By now all of the other residents had cleared out, so he had the room to himself. He spent the afternoon reading his book, which, as he read, didn't get much better. As the afternoon wore on he became aware of the fading of the light coming through the window. Soon also he was starting to feel hunger. Sick of the dehydrated food, it seemed that he had been eating so much of in the last weeks, Edmond thought he would spend a few euros and have himself a nice dinner. He went to the front desk and talk to the clerk there, asking him where he might find a good meal around the hostel. The clerk advised him that there was an Italian restaurant and an American style steak house just down the street.

Though it might cost a few more euros, Edmond decided that he would try the steakhouse. Edmond had a steak and potato with sour cream and bacon bits. He also ordered a glass of the local beer to drink. Thoroughly full he left the restaurant and walked to the bar where Rika had told him the band would be playing. Things were already in full swing when he got there. The band was a three piece with a guitar, drums and keyboardist playing the bass parts. They were playing mostly blues songs.

He saw Rika and went over to talk to her. She was sitting with several other girls. He pulled up a seat to the table they were sitting at, and she introduced him to her friends, or at least she tried to. The music was very loud and it was hard to hear anybody talk, so he sat and listened to the music.

The singer, a very attractive black woman, was dressed in a black form fitting evening dress with thin red stripes and knee high black leather boots, came up to the microphone after the band had played a couple of instrumental numbers. She began to sing, clasping the microphone stand in her hands.

I come around in the evening after the sun goes down

I come around in the evening after the sun goes down

I am an evil woman baby, I'm the nastiest bitch in town

The truth isn't always the way that it seems

I tell you, the truth isn't always what it seems

I'll haunt your days, and torture you in your dreams

So if you want me around, I'll tell you how to behave

So if you want me around, I'll tell you how to behave

If you think you got me, you know I'll make you my slave

After the band had finished, Edmond, entranced by the singer, sat motionless, staring off into space.

"Hey, you there?" Rika asked, waving her hand in front of his face.

"Yes, sorry, I got distracted."

"Yes, I could see that," she said laughing.

"I was thinking about.."

"I know what you were thinking about," she laughed.

"It's late, I really need to get some sleep. Maybe we could meet tomorrow?"

"I'll be in the coffee shop tomorrow morning, I still haven't finished my paper, why don't you come by?"

"Sure, that sounds fine. I'll see you then," he said, getting up out of the chair.

"God natt"

"Good night," he said, turning away and leaving the bar.

When Edmond got back to his room he found that all the other guys that were sharing the room were already asleep and snoring loudly. Quietly as he could he changed out of his clothes and got beneath the covers. Tired from the day, he quickly fell asleep. As soon as he fell asleep he began to dream.

Like the dream he had the night before he found himself in bed with a woman. This time he found himself in bed with Rika. Both of them were naked.

"Miss me," she said, smiling and snuggling up next to him, her warm flesh rubbing up against his side.

At first he was stunned. It had only been a short while since he had said good night to Rika and now here she was in bed with him, and naked at that.

"Uh, yeah," he said playing along.

She rolled up on top of him and looked down at him. Her beauty entranced him, as she smiled down from her position on top of him. Her sparkling blue eyes seemed to have a light of their own, in the dim light of the bedroom. He could feel the blood start to fill his member as he felt her small breasts pressed against him and the faint smell of her perfume filled his nostrils.

"How much?"

"Well, I think if you wait a few moments you'll be able to feel for yourself."

She laughed and bent her head down to kiss him. He felt her tongue enter his mouth and responded with his own. They held the kiss for several seconds, their tongues caressing each other.

"Mmm, that was nice last night, but I wanted some more," she said, looking down at him, her unsecured red hair falling around his face and blocking the light.

"Your wish is my command," he said. He rolled over on her so that she was bellow him and began kissing her again. Kissing her on the lips first and then working his way down her neck. He could hear her breathing increase as he continued kissing, and that spurred him on to continue his kissing. He kissed his way down to her breasts. He took his time kissing around her right nipple, licking it but not taking it into his mouth. He could feel its growing hardness as he licked. He switched over to her left nipple, teasing it with his tongue until it also hardened. He kissed his way up her chest, up her neck and back to her mouth, where he inserted his tongue, feeling her tongue respond and fighting his for supremacy.

Bringing himself up so that they were face to face, he could feel her snatch hair rubbing against the tip of his cock, as they kissed. As he continued to kiss her he pivoted his hips so that the tip of his cock would rub against her pussy. He continued to tease her with his cock, feeling her hot wetness against the tip as they kissed. He felt her hands grab a hold of his cock and position it to enter her and he pulled away teasingly.

"Fuck me already," she cried in frustration, pulling away from their kiss.

"Not yet," he teased, bending down to kiss her again, reinserting his tongue into her mouth.

She responded with a muted cry of frustration and by quickly rolling over on top of him. She sat up on top of him with her legs straddling him and his erect cock gently nestled between her buttocks.

"Two can play that game," she teased and lifted herself up so that her pussy was right above his cock. He smiled noticing that she was a natural red head, with a field of red hair surrounding her untrimmed pussy. She rubbed her pussy against the tip of his cock, smearing the precum that had formed there around the head.

"You want it as bad as I do, don't you?"

"Yes," he grudgingly admitted.

"Say please," she chided.

"Please."

"Please, what?"

"Please let me fuck you."

"Do you promise to last longer this time?"

"Yes."

"Well you better, or we're only going to have to do it again, until you get it right" she laughed.

So saying she allowed herself to slide down on his pole. He held on to her hips as she began to slide up and down on him. Soon he was meeting her thrusts, pushing himself up into her as she came down on him. 

He watched her face as she went up and down on him. He watched her breasts bouncing in rhythm as she jounced up and down on him. He reached up and cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples and listening as she squealed with pleasure. He watched as her expression began to change, as her mouth fell open and eyes went partially shut. Soon her breaths were becoming quick and ragged and she began to moan.

"Uh, uhh, ohh, yessss," she cried.

He felt her pussy start to contract around his cock, and that started his own slide down into orgasm. Building like a wave at the base of his cock, the contractions slowly worked their way down his length. Soon he was spraying his seed into her pulsing cave. He pushed up into her with one final thrust, burying himself as deep as he could go into her.

She collapsed upon him, his length still in her. After a moment she lifted her head and looked at him.

"Mmmm, well that was better, but we're still going to have to work on it," she said teasingly, "see you tomorrow night."

He awoke from his dream to find his sheets were wet again. 



Dream Lover Ch. 03



(WARNING: This story is rated MATURE for adult content and explicit imagery. Keep this story and all other material like it out of the hands of children.)

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Two weeks have passed since your last mysterious, erotic dream where you were made love to by the very forest itself. Since then, nothing out of the ordinary has occurred; your dreams have been more or less as they used to be, with no extraordinary aftereffects waiting for your waking the next morning. Yet even after all that, you still have not told a single other soul of your two experiences. Not that you are afraid of being called crazy; after all, you could easily say that both experiences were dreams, and barring the strange discoveries you made in the morning after each one, you would be right. Rather, you have not told anyone because, for some inexplicable reason, you harbor a small fear that doing so would rob the two experiences of their magic.

The first incident is still quite fresh in your mind, in spite of the stretch in time between then and now. Some nights, if you think about it, you can see it played out again in your mind: the mysterious blue-skinned mirror image of you with the clitoris that could transform into a fully erect penis, touching and kissing you in areas that leave you tingling and dripping wet and silently pleading for more. Likewise, the second incident is well remembered, too, and more strongly since it was much more recent: your seduction by Mother Nature's children, with the white rose that grew an appendage that could spew honey like semen, slowly pumping in and out of your body before filling you with its love-nectar. Just recalling either of these is enough to stir your arousal, particularly at night.

Now...

It is 8:30, nighttime, and you have just arrived home after a long day out. You want, more than anything else, to just jump in the sack and let your head hit the pillow...but you manage to restrain yourself a little. After all, even though your man is not here with you tonight, you still have to prepare yourself for bed the same way you always would if he were here with you—a hot shower, followed by perfuming and lotioning yourself before dressing for bed.

As the thought crosses your mind, inexplicably you feel warmth in the pit of your stomach. Each time your man was not there to satisfy you, those were the times when those dreams started coming...will you have one tonight, since he is again not here? The very thought is deliciously tempting.

Hurrying to the bathroom, you kick off your shoes and strip your clothes off, to the last garment, until your body is totally bare. Stepping carefully into the shower, you turn on the pipe for the hot water and feel, immediately, a sense of wholeness as the drops pour down on you. You adjust the hot and cold water pipes until the shower is at the temperature you desire; then you proceed to pick up the nearby bar of soap, and slowly begin lathering yourself.

Moments pass as you revel in the slick, slippery feeling of the soap on your body, especially on your most private areas. A little reluctantly, you eventually replace the soap and allow the water to wash your body completely clean. Reaching for the towel, you turn off the water and then commence drying yourself.

A few minutes later, the towel wrapped around your nakedness, you emerge from the bathroom and into your bedroom. Walking over to the bed, you slowly unwrap the towel, allowing it to fall to your feet. You pick up the bottle of lotion from the night-table and, as is your custom, pour out some and spread it over your skin. As you do this, you note that your nipples are sticking out quite prominently; the warmth that was in your belly has now transferred itself to between your legs. The tingle in your body has become stronger.

For one moment, though you have never had to do so before, you debate with yourself whether to simply wear your nightgown without any underwear, or go without any single piece of clothing at all tonight. Either option would be completely erotic for you; and should your lover come by, either would be a delightful surprise for him. Thinking about it for a moment, eventually you decide to go with the former option...if anyone else should come by to see you, after all, at least the nightgown will protect your shame somewhat, and they won't have to know you're not even wearing your panties underneath.

That decided, you slip into the nightgown, and then tuck yourself in between the sheets. As you do this, you look at the alarm clock on the nightstand. 8:50 now. At least you can get a decent amount of rest tonight and get a fresh start tomorrow morning, if nothing else...

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A warm, sweet-smelling, gentle breeze caresses your face. The scent is extremely pleasurable, akin to the scent of the ripest array of fruits. A smile crosses your lips, even as your eyes remain closed.

"Awaken, little one...awaken..."

Who has spoken? You do not recognize the voice at all; yet it has spoken with gentle surety, sounding almost motherly. The tone is definitely melodic in a quiet sort of way; it is enough to rouse you. "Who...who's there...?" you manage to say. As you sit up, you rub your eyes.

"You will soon see me, little one...in but a moment..."

Your vision comes into focus, even as that same gentle breeze blows on your body. As your eyes focus, you realize that you are lying near a riverbank, with crystal-clear water running in the river and a beautiful array of flowers growing on each side. Hanging overhead on the side you are on, tall trees provide a sort of cover of darkness. Off in the distance, you see the sun is setting...but wasn't it already nighttime when you turned in? Then you remember—this isn't the real world, but merely a dream.

Yet again the breeze blows on your body, and this time as it does so you feel a tingling sensation in your nipples. Involuntarily you glance down—and you are stark naked, as bare-skinned as the day of your birth! You instinctively cover yourself up, glancing around quickly...but there is nobody in sight. Relaxing a little, though still not dropping your guard completely, you lower your hands from your breasts.

"Yes, little one, do not be afraid...there is no-one here to see what they do not deserve to see..."

There it is again—that same mysterious voice from before. You wonder, where is it coming from? "Who are you? Where are you?" you want to ask.

And, as if divining your thoughts before you can voice them, the voice says, "Fret not—I shall reveal myself to you now."

All at once you hear a bubbling noise—coming from the river itself! Turning, you are just in time to see a large pillar of water rising up from the river...but strangely enough, a portion of sand from the ground and several nearby flowers are rising up to join with this watery pillar. What could this possibly be? You inch back a little, watching this phenomenon with wonder written all over your face.

"I have a special surprise for you, little one," the voice goes on. "Look behind you."

Puzzled, you turn around—and are quite startled at what you see. Emerging from the vegetation, as if pulled by some invisible force, is your lover—and like you, he is quite nude. His hands are tied behind his back, and his feet tied together, by numerous vines. As well, many leaves are covering his mouth so he cannot make any noise. His eyes widen in recognition of you.

"Do not be alarmed for him; he is not injured in any way," the voice comes once again. "He is here to bear witness...and to learn and understand from his observation."

The pillar of water bubbles again; as you watch, it seems to flow onto the riverbank. As it does so, the sand and flowers mix together with the water...and, ever so slowly, the water begins to take shape before your eyes. Your lover is watching this as well; from his nature-made gag, he mouths his confusion. You are just as clueless as he is at the moment, but continue to watch in hopes that your mutual questions will be answered soon.

Then...the shape that the water, sand and flowers have taken gradually becomes much more solid and recognizable...and as the metamorphosis occurs, what you see emerging astounds you. For now, standing before you, is a creature of immense beauty. Your eyes widen at the sight; you blush as you take in this vision of seemingly lovely art standing before you. "Oh, my..." is all you can say.

Standing before you is a woman—or at least, what appears to be a woman. Her hair is extremely colorful, composed of the flowers that made up one-third of the transformation you have just witnessed. Her skin is copper-colored, a sure mixture of the water and sand of moments ago, and it is glazed as though it had been passed through a potter's flame. She stands at least three feet taller than you, towering over you like the Amazons of legend. But it is her body structure that has you mesmerized: her skin, naturally made, is without the slightest hint of a stretch-mark or unwanted fat, perfectly toned in every area. Her breasts are full and firm, not sagging, but as firm as firm can be. And her face...it is her face that has your attention most, for her face is a slightly older version of your own face, but still stunningly beautiful regardless.

You hear heavy breathing coming from behind you. Glancing back, you see that your lover is also mesmerized by this beauty; already his dick, unrestrained by the vines, is starting to rise. But the woman speaks up, in the same beautiful voice of earlier, catching your attention again. "Now, my child," she speaks to you, "come to me..."

You turn to look at her—and are astonished at what you are now seeing. From the woman's chest, inexplicably, two more firm and luscious breasts are growing underneath her original two, with full, hard nipples. Two extra arms are growing seemingly from her sides. And from between her legs, from the depths of her pussy...a huge shaft is growing, circumcised, with veins inside, and it is dripping wet from having emerged from her soft, warm hole. You blink, unable to believe what you are seeing, yet your body is immediately speaking a different language from that of your mind.

Smiling with purpose, she steps toward you, wrapping you in an embrace with her four arms. You couldn't pull away if you tried; her grip, while gentle, is at the same time as firm as steel. Her four breasts are pressed tightly against your own two, her nipples seemingly poking into your skin. Her newly-grown penis throbs against your belly; it feels quite big. She leans her head forward and presses her lips against yours, swiftly inserting her tongue into your mouth.

Your mind is in a haze as she takes your body for herself. Vaguely, you realize that this is just like your previous two experiences, only those two experiences have become combined as one. You are here, with a mirror image of yourself sculpted and shaped by the very essence of nature. You feel an intense fire inside your body as you recount these past two incidents; now, the realization runs through your mind again, these two incidents are simultaneously repeating themselves.

Her four hands are roaming all over your body. One hand is caressing your back; two are kneading your breasts; the fourth is squeezing your ass cheeks. Her mouth feels hot against yours; her tongue is quite deep in your mouth, seemingly wrapping itself around your own. Her vaginal cock throbs harder against you, feels hotter on your skin with every second; you can feel wetness leaking on your belly from its tip.

Gently laying you down to the soft grass, she trails her kisses down your neck as her four hands continue to fondle your body. One of her hands now teases you, as she trails her fingertips down your chest and stomach to the soft, small patch of hair covering your pubic area. She gently caresses this hair patch, even as the two hands she has had on your breasts continue to caress and stroke them.

You moan aloud as she takes one hardened nipple into her mouth, varying between sucking, biting, and teasing it with the tip of her tongue. Her hand is now exploring the heat between your legs; she dips her fingers into your sex, and you suck your breath in between your teeth as her fingers probe you. Her mouth shifts to your other breast, licking and sucking as before. As you arch your back in response, you get a look over at your restrained lover...

...and see a slender vine snaking along his shaft, almost like a hand, stroking him up and down as he watches you being taken. Never in all your life would you imagine him being stroked in such a way by nature; seeing it now is at once amusing and, admittedly, very erotic in its own way. Just the mere fact that he is there watching you is turning you on more and more by the second.

After a moment the nature-woman's kisses trail downward, past your belly...you gasp as you feel her strong arms pull your thighs apart. Then you cry out in pleasure as you feel her lips wrapping around your swollen clitoris; her tongue dances underneath the clit, teasing you, causing a tingling sensation to sweep over your skin. Your hips rise up off the ground as you come for the first time...

But even as your love-juice flows into her mouth, the nature-woman does not stop. Her tongue wiggles into your soft, wet hole, then back out; she licks your sex up and down, brushing both your clit and your pussy lips in every pass. You grip at the grass with your fingers; a sharp electric surge seems to pass out from your pussy to the rest of your body. She tongue-fucks you slowly, then reaches down and replaces her tongue with two fingers as she sucks harder on your clit. Again your hips arch upward as you come for the second time.

Finally she removes her mouth from your pussy. Your eyes are closed; you are breathing deeply, heavily. Your clit feels as if it will explode if given even the slightest touch; your nipples are standing prominently, almost painfully. You feel her climbing back up onto your body, and offer no resistance as she places her lips on yours, as her tongue darts into your mouth again. You can taste yourself on her mouth; it makes you woozy, a little.

Presently she sits up so that she is straddling your chest. Eyes opening, you see her seeming to tower over you. Her four breasts are wonderful to look at; the nipples are rock-hard, almost begging to be sucked. Her vaginal cock is standing up stiff as a pole. "Now...you..." she whispers, beckoning you to come closer to her with her finger.

A little hesitantly, yet seemingly mesmerized by this older version of you, you sit up, and she positions herself so now she is straddling your lap. She places two of her hands on your shoulders; with the other two, she grasps your wrists and guides your hands to her two lower breasts. You grasp them, marveling at how soft they are in spite of their firmness. One of her hands, previously on your shoulder now holds the back of your head, pulling you towards one of her upper breasts. You know what she wants; you take one inviting nipple into your mouth, while your hands fondle and massage the lower tits and nipples.

Her soft moans of pleasure are encouragement enough for you; her fingers stroking your hair tell you to continue. Her cock throbs against your belly, causing a shiver to pass through your whole body. You switch from one nipple to the other of her upper breasts, licking and sucking as before; she arches her back, causing her two lower breasts to rise up and be more easily accessible to you. Bending your head down, you lovingly give those nipples equal treatment with your lips and tongue, and inwardly smile at her bodily reaction.

Hearing a groan behind you, you turn your head slightly to see your lover, still bound and gagged, watching you. His eyes seem glazed over, as if he is daydreaming. The vine continues to stroke his prick; you can almost see drops of pre-cum dripping from the tip. Any moment now, he might shoot off; the thought that that will soon happen, and that he is so turned on from watching this spectacle, turns you on as well.

"Please..." The older mirror-image's husky voice brings your attention back to her. She is pointing downward, at her throbbing dick. "Please...kiss it..."

You swallow, out of nervous reflex, but you nod. Pulling herself away from you, she stands up even as you position yourself on your knees before her. She grasps her cock at the base, right where it protrudes from her vaginal opening, and touches your face with its tip. Just looking at it up close, it is so big; you wonder if you can actually fit it into your mouth. But she is so beautiful, a work of art literally sculpted by nature, that you determine to try.

You open your mouth, and she promptly pushes it in—not too hard or fast, so as not to choke you. You take the initiative from there, grasping the cock where her hand has been holding it, and bob your head forward. The taste of it isn't so bad; it feels like actual warm flesh in your mouth, just the way her tongue felt when she kissed you, only thicker and throbbing. Your lips travel up and down its length, only able to take about half of it without feeling the natural gag reflex. Your mouth is warm, soft and wet and you suck on her member.

You glance up at her. She is looking back down at you, out of half-closed eyes, and breathing heavily. Her two lower hands are on your shoulders; her two upper hands are kneading her four breasts, two at a time. You almost swear that milk is oozing from her nipples; the sight prompts you to suck her cock harder. Then, suddenly, she grabs it and pulls it from your mouth, jerking it off rapidly. Before you can guess what is happening, something erupts from the tip of her cock and hits you in the face. She jerks it harder, groaning as she does; a sticky white substance pours out, flying all over your breasts. It feels warm against your skin, specifically like the lotion you always cover yourself with when going to bed.

After a moment, her jerking stops; she reaches down with one hand and dips her fingers into the fluid on your breasts, then brings her fingers to your mouth. Amazingly, it tastes like a perfect combination of milk and honey. You stare at her in wonder, even as she suddenly pushes you back down to the ground, spreading your thighs with two of her hands once again. Glancing down, you realize that in spite of her orgasm moments ago, her cock is still as hard as it was before.

"I want you," she whispers.

Behind you, the vine continues to stroke your lover's cock; looking at him, you can see that it is taking him all of his willpower not to explode. Suddenly, you feel an intrusion at your pussy opening...and before you can say anything, the nature-woman has slipped her dick inside. You flinch at the largeness of it as it slowly invades your inner walls; you suck in your breath between your teeth as you feel the tip of it almost touching your womb.

Wrapping two of her arms around your waist, using her other two hands to grab your breasts, she pulls her hips back, then sinks them down again. You make no effort to stifle the cry that comes from your mouth as she strokes you this way; your pussy feels on fire as she grinds herself onto you.

She stands on her knees, lifting your feet onto her shoulders without breaking her pumping momentum. She takes one of your toes into her mouth, briefly sucking it; the added pleasure causes you to moan out again, now cupping your own breast with one hand and frantically rubbing your clit with the other. Her tongue runs up and down your foot-bottom, between your toes; she rests that foot on her shoulder and gives the other one equal treatment. Your breath comes in sharp gasps as you watch her sucking your big toe the way you were sucking her cock only moments ago. Her slab of meat is pounding in and out of your tender sex; as your third orgasm rolls upon you, your eyes roll back in your head and you let out a low, throaty moan.




Dream Lover Ch. 03



Edmond woke up again with wet sheets again. He looked around the room, and saw that fortunately all of the other guys that were sleeping in the room had already woken up and moved out for the day. He carefully got out from under the covers and changed his boxers. Putting on his bathrobe he headed to the shower. As he took a shower he thought about the dreams he had the last two nights.

For two nights straight he had wet dreams. In his experience he had never had wet dreams on back-to-back nights and he found it unusual. So unusual that he thought, there must be some other explanation. It had all started when he had met that old Roma woman, and had his fortune told. What about the gold earring, which he still had in his backpack. Could it be that the woman was somehow possessing him, inhabiting his dreams? He had heard about succubi, female demons that inhabit the dreams of men, but he had always thought that it was just a legend told by monks whose celibacy had gotten to them. Whatever it was, for two nights in a row it had haunted him and he had a feeling she would be back. Maybe there was a library nearby that he could use. He would ask Rika when he met her later this morning.

After breakfast he headed to the coffee shop where he was supposed to meet Rika. When he arrived there he found her sitting at a table working on her laptop.

"Good morning," he said to her.

Looking up from her work she said "good morning."

"I am going to get some coffee, do you want anything?"

"Sure, a bagel with cream cheese would be nice. Thank you."

He walked up to the counter and ordered himself some coffee and a bagel with cream cheese for Rika. After he had paid his money the woman working at the counter poured a cup of coffee and handed it to Edmond. She put a bagel into the toaster and when it was done toasting, smeared a glob of cream cheese onto it, put it on paper plate and handed it to Edmond. Taking the bagel and coffee Edmond walked back to the table where Rika was working. He put the bagel down on the table in front of Rika.

Looking up from her computer she said, "Thank you, I have been working here all morning. I think it is about time I take a break." She picked up the bagel and took a bite.

"I was hoping you could help me," Edmond told her. "Is there a library around here?

"There is a public library in town that I go to. Why what are you looking for?"

"Nothing important, I just wanted to look something up." He was afraid to tell her that he wanted to look up information on succubi, afraid that she might think him some kind of weirdo.

"I'm going to have to go look up something myself this afternoon, why don't you come with me?"

"Sure,"

"I got to get back to work on this paper, why don't you hang out and we can go when I have gotten this part written."

"Okay," said Edmond. He opened his book that he had brought along with him and began reading. The book had not gotten any better, but since it was the only book he had he sat and read. As he read he sipped his coffee. For two hours he read and Rika worked on her paper.

"Argh, I've had enough," Rika said, looking up from her laptop. "If I do any more I'm going to go crazy," she laughed.

Edmond looked up from his book, smiling. " So do you want to go to the library then?" "Yes, lets go," said Rika, closing her laptop and putting it into her book bag. 

Edmond took the last sip of the now cold coffee and got up to follow Rika as she walked out of the coffee shop. They walked to the bus stop outside of the coffee shop and stood waiting for the bus. After about twenty minutes the bus came along and they got on. They rode the bus to the library. The library was a white stone building with columns in the front. Rika went directly to the periodicals and Edmond sat down at a terminal with the library's catalog. Edmond started his research by typing in the word "Succubus", the library had a few fiction works with succubus in the title, but no non-fiction works. Edmond thought that he would have to be more general in his search. He typed in the word "Demon" and looked at the results. Again most of the results were works of fiction, but as he scrolled down he saw that there were a few nonfiction works. Clicking on the description of these works he found that they were mostly general works on demonology nothing with specific information about succubi.

Closing the library's catalog, he opened a web browser. He went to Google and typed in "Succubi". The first result was a Wikipedia article on "Succubus". He clicked the link and read the article.

In folkore, A Succubus (plural succubi) is a demon who takes the form of a highly attractive woman to seduce men, in dreams to have sexual intercorse, according to the medieval European legend. Its male counterpart is the incubus. They draw energy from the men to sustain themselves, often until the point of exhaustion or death of the victim. One such story relates to a man in the town of Koblenz, who has been bewitched by a succubus, with whom he is forced to repeatedly fornicate, whilst in the presence of his wife. The story goes on to say that "after an incredible number of such bouts, the poor man at last sinks to the floor utterly exhausted and disgusted beyond belief." From mythology and fantasy, Lilith and the Lilin (Jewish) and Lilitu (Sumerian) are in redactive Christian fables (folktales not part of official Christian theology), considered forms of succubi.

According to the Malleus Maleficarum, or "Witches' Hammer", written by Heinrich Kramer (Insitoris) in 1486, a succubus would collect semen from the men she slept with, which incubi would then use to impregnate women, thus explaining how demons could apparently sire children in spite of the traditional belief that demons were incapable of reproduction through generative or gestative means. Children so begotten were supposed to be those that were born deformed, or more susceptible to supernatural influences. 

"What are you looking at?" The spoken question surprised Edmond. He turned his head and saw Rika standing behind him, looking at the screen over his shoulder.

"Nothing," said Edmond, quickly clicking on the close button at the top corner of the web browser, closing the window.

"What are you looking at articles about succubi for?" 

"I was just doing some research for a story I am going to write."

"You write stories?"

"Well, I try to."

"What is your story about?"

"About a man who is seduced by a succubus. He attracts her attention when he goes to have his fortune told. She visits him that night and well, I am sure you can figure out the rest from there." "Yes, I'm sure," she laughed.

"I'm getting hungry, how about you?"

"Yes, are you offering to buy me dinner?"

"Yes, what would you like? How about pizza?"

"Sound good."

As Edmond and Rika left the library it was starting to get dark. When the bus came along they got on and rode back to the hostel. Near the hostel they got off and went into a pizza place. Complete with red-checkered tablecloths, the restaurant reminded Edmond of places he had eaten pizza growing up. They ordered a pepperoni pizza and a pitcher beer. After they had finished their meal and drank the beer, Edmond was beginning to feel tired.

"Rika, I'm tired. I'm going to go back to the hostel and get some sleep."

"The succubus is really wearing you out huh?"

"What?" asked Edmond defensively.

Rika laughed. Edmond felt embarrassed and hoped that he was not turning red.

"I'll see you tomorrow, I'll be in the coffee shop all morning. I have to get this paper done tomorrow." she said and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"See you tomorrow," said Edmond and headed for the hostel. When he arrived at his room he found that all of the other occupants were already asleep. Taking off his shoes and pants, Edmond climbed between the covers and quickly fell asleep.

Edmond started dreaming almost immediately. Again he found himself in bed with the dark haired woman he had slept with the night after he had his fortune told, the single white sheet on the bed covering both of them.

"Hey there sexy," she said, her ruby lips curled up in a smile. She was wearing a black satin babydoll trimmed with red lace that fit snugly over her ample curves. She lie on her side, the tips of her breasts just barely rubbing against his shoulder. It was as if her touch was electric, giving a tingling sensation as they rubbed against him.

"Hi" said Edmond feeling the blood start to flow to his cock. He checked himself. His desire to know who had been sharing his dreams the last couple of nights outweighed his desire to have her once more. Doing his best to fight down the arousal that was building up in him, he finally spoke. "Who are you?" he asked.

"Baby, I am anybody that you want me to be." As she spoke her appearance changed. The long raven hair was now shorter and auburn, and her large breasts had shrunk, leaving only small breasts to fill out the babydoll. As Edmond watched the dark haired woman had changed into Rika.

"How do you like that?" she smiled at him. "Or how about something else."

He watched as the red haired Rika turned into Sandra, his girl friend. Her pale white skin had turned into the deep brown of his Asian girlfriend. Her babydoll had disappeared and her naked nipples rubbed against him.

"You are a succubus aren't you?" he asked, trying to keep up his courage.

"Yes I am," she laughed. "My name is Naamah." She had turned back into the large breasted, dark haired woman, now with two small ivory colored horns sticking out of her brow. "I am the consort of Samael. You might know him as the Angel of Death. But don't let that bother you, he always lets me have as long a leash as I want," she giggled.

"But, you're a demon."

"Yes, but I prefer fallen angel."

"Okay, fallen angel. But, what do you want with me?" "I should have thought that would be obvious," she said, her had reaching beneath the covers and holding his cock through his boxers. His cock responded to her touch and instantly began to harden. "Hmm, do you have something for me there?"

With that she flung back the sheet and pulled his boxers down, exposing his rapidly hardening cock. Without another word, she bent over him and took his cock into her mouth and began to run her tongue over the head. As she massaged the underside of the head his cock with her tongue, he felt his cock begin to throb in her mouth. He did not want to cum this quick, and he tried to fight it, but the rhythm of her tongue on the underside of his cock was too much for him. He moaned as he sprayed his cum in her mouth. She took it all and licked his cock clean.

She looked up and him, licking her lips. "Ready for some more Tiger?" 

Looking down he saw that his cock was still hard; it felt as if he had not already cum. 

She smiled at him. "With me you can stay hard and cum as many times as you want. A little trick I use to keep my lovers ready to serve me. Now what do you say I take a little ride." Saying that she climbed up on top of him and guiding him into her she slid her wet cunt down on his pole. "So tell me lover, who would you like to fuck?" As she started gyrating on him, he watched as she turned back into Sandra. 

"How about Sandra?" He smiled as he saw Sandra's small body gyrating on his cock, her small tits bouncing as she rode him. It had been months since he had fucked Sandra, and seeing her here aroused him, but still in the back of his head he knew this was not Sandra, and somehow it was not what he wanted. 

She sensed his thoughts, and as he watched the woman riding his cock changed from his small Asian girlfriend to the slightly taller redhead, her longer now red hair flying as she jounced up and down. "How about Rika, you want her don't you?" She was right he did want to fuck Rika, but again something was not right. He knew this was not Rika and that made all the difference. 

"How about your sister?" The woman riding his cock was now his sister Donna, her freckled face smiled down at him. "Is that what you want?" From the look of disgust on his face, she could tell that it wasn't his sister he wanted to fuck. "Sorry, I know, incest taboo. Sometimes you humans are so silly." 

"Oh I know what you want. How about Sonya?" Sonya had been the captain of the cheerleading team when he had been in high school. He had been infatuated with her and had tried to ask her out. She had humiliated him, telling all her friends that he had asked her out and she had refused him. For weeks afterward when one of the school's cheerleaders saw him they had laughed at him. It had been horrible, every time he turned around it seemed like there was another of the cheerleaders laughing at him. Now here she was riding his cock, her long brown hair tied in ponytails, flying she bounced up and down.

"Yes, Yesss, Yess," he moaned.

"Oh that's it. I'll be Sonya. Maybe later I'll get out my pompoms and do a little cheer for you."

Seeing Sonya again was too much for him, his desire exploded; he wanted this demon. "If you're going to be Sonya, I'm going to fuck you till it hurts," he moaned. He reached up and grabbed her shoulders and rolled her over so that he was on top of her. Putting his hands on her waist, he began shoving his cock into her as fast and as hard as he could.

"Oh that's it baby," she moaned "fuck me like the dirty little cunt that I am. I look like the proper little girl in my cheerleading outfit, but really I'm a dirty little girl, your dirty little girl. That's it baby, fuck your dirty girl." 

He felt his cock begin to begin to throb again. The thought of fucking Sonya, after she had humiliated him brought him to orgasm. Now she was his and he could have her anytime he wanted. He listened to her moaning as he felt himself coming again. His cock throbbed and he spilt his seed into her cunt.

He woke up again with wet boxers.



Dream Lover Ch. 03



Reaching down for you, she briefly exits your pussy and nudges you with her hands. Realizing what she wants, you turn over so that now you're lying on your stomach, your back to her. You feel her mounting you; feel her cock penetrating your pussy from behind, disappearing into your body once again...feel it throbbing inside you...As it slams into your wet hole, she reaches under you with one hand and gropes around for your clit. As her fingers find it and roll it between them, yet another orgasm takes hold of you, and you surrender wholeheartedly.

Only then do you realize that you've been shifted so that even as you yourself are getting fucked, you can see your lover's reaction to all of this more closely. His breathing is shallow now; the vine is stroking his cock faster and faster. His body is covered in sweat from the exertion, yet the vines binding him maintain a firm grip that does not allow him to move. Seeing him in such a helplessly horny state gets you even more juiced up for the cock that is ramming your pussy.

Suddenly, the nature-woman's thrusts slow down, but now they are even harder and deeper than before. You moan as you feel her cock seemingly burying itself into your stomach, but she doesn't let up. She is now moaning, as well, in an almost savage, animalistic voice. You realize she is going to come again...

All at once, she gives you one last hard thrust—and throws her head back and screams as her cock erupts once again. Feeling her fluid splashing inside of your pussy, you can't help yourself; you arch your back and cry out once again as orgasm takes you. At the same time, you hear your lover groaning out loud from under his gag; turning your head slightly, you are just in time to see his eyes shooting wide open; as the vine continues to rub his cock harder and faster than previously, his cum shoots out with violent force, and his whole body twitches as his cock spasms with each shot.

But the nature-woman's orgasm isn't done; you feel her dick squirting even more of her cum into your pussy, and the warmth of it triggers another orgasm for you. And then, she pulls it out of your body and jerks it with two of her hands, and even more of it splashes over your skin, onto your breasts and stomach. Some of it even flies over your face and into your hair; your close your eyes, receptive of her milk and honey...

Finally, the flow of fluid ceases. Your body is a mess, covered with her cum. More of her love-juice is leaking in bulk from your sore pussy. And as she reaches down and kisses you full on the lips, you can hear your lover in the background groaning as his own orgasm subsides...

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BRRRRNG! BRRRRNG! BRRRRRNG!

The noise of the phone jars you awake. Moaning, you shake your head from side to side as the fog of sleep clouds your mind and forces you to keep your eyes shut. What time could it possibly be, and who could be calling you at this hour? Your eyes barely crack open as you turn your head to look at the bedside clock...

7:30? Already? You need to get up, and soon! Sitting up, paying almost no heed to the fact that the phone has stopped ringing, you raise your hand to your face to wipe your eyes...

Hmmm? Why is your face so...sticky? And for that matter, why does your body feel wet? Have you been perspiring in your sleep? Your hands travel over your body—and you find yourself with a major surprise. Whereas you went to bed wearing your nightgown, now you are completely naked! And on top of that, your whole body seems to be covered in an odd mixture of milk and honey, with some of it seeping from your pussy as well!

Running your hands through your hair (and noting that the milk and honey has stained your hair as well as your face and body), a small smile forms on your lips. So...that dream last night...

The phone interrupts your thoughts with its renewed ringing. You reach over and pick up the receiver. "Hello?"

The voice of your lover comes through, clear and strong. "Hi, baby. I hope I didn't wake you..."

"No, it's okay," you reassure him. "How are you? I missed you last night."

"I missed you too," he tells you. "And I'm going to make up for that tonight, I swear it. Just you wait."

"I'll hold you to that promise," you reply, smiling as you do.

"Well..." His voice falters for a moment. "Actually, there's a reason I called. I had a really crazy dream last night, and I just had to tell somebody about it while it was still fresh in my mind. And I thought, who better to tell than you?"

"Aww, how sweet," you say. "Tell me."

"Well," he speaks again after a short pause, "I dreamed I was in this forest area, right? I was walking along, and then next thing I knew I was being tied up by all these plants...and then I saw you, and another version of you, and the two of you were having sex..."

As he continues to describe what he dreamed, you simply listen and smile. He'd very likely never believe it was anything other than a dream...although, if you don't get started on cleaning up before he gets there, you will have a hard time explaining to him how your whole body and your pussy got coated in milk and honey. But then again...perhaps this experience, whether it actually happened or not, could be inspiration for when you and he get together later...and you can't help but grin as you wonder whether Mother Nature might step into the picture in real life as she has done in your dreams...

THE END



Dream Lover Ch. 04



The next morning when Edmond went to the coffee shop he found Rika there working on her paper. She looked up from her laptop when he came to the table and sat down next to her.

"Hello Edmond, good morning," she said.

"Good morning. Can I get you anything?"

"I could use a cup of coffee. I have been working here for hours and I need a break. A cup of coffee would be good."

Edmond walked to the counter and ordered two cups of coffee and a bagel with cream cheese for himself. Taking the coffee back to the table where Rika was working, he set the two paper cups of coffee down on the table. He walked back to the counter and got his bagel and then went and sat down next to her.

Rika picked up the coffee cup and took a sip. "Mmm, thank you for the coffee," she said smiling, her green eyes sparkling.

"Your welcome. How is your paper coming?"

"I'm almost done."

"What are you writing it on?"

"It is about T-cells."

"What are T-cells?"

"They are a type of lymphocyte that helps the body's immune system fight infections"

Edmond did not know anything about immunology; he was majoring in literature and found science to hard for him to understand. Rika could tell from the look on his face that he was not going to be able to follow her description of what T-cells did so she cut it short, just telling him, "that they were necessary for the body to mount an immune response." He smiled as if he understood what they did. After they had talked about the sunny weather for a few minutes, she went back to working on her paper. He opened the book he had been reading. The action in the book had progressed and now the protagonist of the novel had gone to a priest to have the demon that was haunting him exorcised. The priest told him that before he could perform an exorcism that he would need to have a psychological exam to show that he was truly possessed. The hero then went to a psychologist who first asked him about his childhood. The man was telling the psychologist about his youth, when Rika screamed out.

"I'm done," she cried.

Edmond looked up from his book and smiled at her.

"Finally," she exalted as she saved her work. "Want to go get a beer?"

Edmond looked at his watch. "It's not even noon."

"I don't care. I want to celebrate."

"Sure, why not."

Edmond stood by and watched as Rika packed up her things and they left the coffee shop together. Right next-door to the coffee shop was the bar where they had seen the blues group two nights before. It was just opening for the day as they went in and sat down at a table they were the only customers in the bar. The man that was opening the bar said that none of the wait staff was due for another hour so he would take their order. Rika ordered a pair of beers for the both of them and the man brought them to them a few minutes later.

"I am so happy to be done with my paper," she said.

"When is it due?"

"It was due yesterday. I was able to get an extension from my instructor. I will proofread it tonight and email it to him. Do you want to read it?"

"No that's all right. I am sure I wouldn't understand it anyway."

"Does it bother you to be with a woman who is smarter than you?" she said, teasing him.

He was a little taken aback by her brashness, but thought it best to play it cool. "No I like smart women."

"So tell me Edmond, do you have a girlfriend?"

"No, I guess not."

"What do you mean by that?" She asked taking a big swallow of beer. Her glass was almost empty, with only a small amount still remaining. His was still mostly full.

"Before I came to Europe I had been going out with somebody, but I have not been able to talk to her since I got here."

"Have you tried to talk to her?" she asked, waving at the man behind the bar to bring them two more beers.

"I have tried to call her almost every day. She works in the library at school and I have been trying to call her about the time that she gets home. She can't talk while she is at work. But, I have not been able to speak to her. I have only talked to her mother, who tells me that she is not home. I kind of got the impression that she was out with somebody, but her mother wouldn't tell me."

"Poor thing," she said looking at him with at sad look on her face.

The man had brought two more beers and set them down on the table. Edmond had still hardly touched his first. Rika dove into her second, taking a big swallow. They sat and continued talking, Edmond sipping his beer, Rika rapidly drinking hers. After she had finished her second glass of beer she asked Edmond if he was going to drink his second. He was still working on his first. He told her it was okay if she drank the second beer the man had brought for Edmond.

After she had finished the third beer, Rika yawned. "Mmm, I'm tired. Maybe we should go take a nap?"

After his beer Edmond was feeling a bit tired himself. "Sure, I could use a nap myself."

"Well, why don't we go back to my apartment? My roommate is out of town and we will have the place all to ourselves."

"Sure," said Edmond, a little bit surprised.

After Edmond had put a few Euros on the table to pay for the beers, they left together and walked to Rika's apartment. They entered the two-story apartment complex and Rika led him up a flight of stairs. She led him to the door of her apartment and unlocked it with her key. He followed her into the apartment. She walked down a short hall to the main room of the apartment and flung her book bag down onto a couch.

She turned around and smiled at him. "I'm so horny, come here you." She took him in her arms and kissed him on the lips. He felt her tongue in his mouth and responded with his own. They stood on the rug of the main room kissing for several minutes. All he could think about was how much he wanted to fuck her. Although he had had her in his dreams two nights before, to really have her, right now, made him happier than he could remember being for a long time. He did not know what would come of this, but he really did not care. Feeling her body next to his, her small breasts rubbing against his chest was paradise.

After what had seemed like hours their embrace broke. "What do you say we go into my bedroom and take that nap?" she laughed.

"Sure."

She led him by the hand into the bedroom. Her bedroom was decorated just about how he would have expected a dorm room to look, with band posters and a bookshelf. The only thing that seemed unusual was a poster of the periodic table of the elements hanging over the desk. There was a quilt on the bed, which she pulled down to reveal clean blue sheets. After pulling down the quilt she sat down at the foot of the bed, and beckoned him to stand in front of her. He stood in front of her and watched as she lifted her white t-shirt off, over her head. He was surprised to see that she was not wearing a bra. Her small teacup shaped breasts stood out, the dark pink nipples the size of two small peanuts. She smiled at him. After taking off her shoes and socks, she stood up and unbuttoned her blue jeans, sliding them off her legs to reveal a pair of orange thong panties. He realized he had been staring at her, dumbfounded to see her undress in front of him. 

"Well are you going to get undressed or not?" she asked, laughing.

He quickly sat down on the bed and took off his shoes and socks. He pulled his shirt off over his head throwing it to the floor. He then stood up and slid his pants off of his legs. Dressed in only his boxers he walked over to the bed where she was.

"Come here," she laughed. As she sat on the bed he stood in front of her. She looked up and kissed him again, her tongue entwining his. She broke the kiss and licked her way down his chest, taking his nipple in her mouth, first one and then the other, tweaking his nipples with her teeth.

Deciding that he would take control he pushed her gently back on the bed. Climbing on to the bed, he climbed over her to put himself above her, his arms holding his body above hers. Leaning his head down to hers, he gave her a kiss, his tongue penetrating her mouth. They kissed for several seconds and again the only thoughts going through his head were about how much he wanted her. After the kiss broke, he began kissing his way down her neck. As he kissed he listened as her breath rate increased. He kissed his way down her shoulder and down to her breast. Taking her nipple into his mouth he sucked it and felt it slowly harden in his mouth. He then took her other nipple into his mouth and massaged it with his tongue until it also hardened.

He then continued kissing his way down her stomach. When he reached her panties he lifted his head. He was pleased to see a small wet spot on the orange material. Kneeling between her legs, with his fingers he pulled the sides of her panties down and pulled them off of her legs. Taking the panties he held them up to his face and breathed in her scent.

"What a perv you are," she laughed.

"Yes, but a perv that likes to eat pussy. Do you have a problem with that?"

"No, not at all," she said laughing.

Throwing the panties to the floor he looked down over her body. She lay below him, her legs spread around his knees. He was pleased to see that she did not shave her pussy; there was a thick thatch of pale red hair wrapped around her cunt. Sticking out a finger he ran it along her pussy lips. Feeling the moisture on his finger he brought it up and put it in his mouth. The salty taste of her juices turned him on.

"Well, are you going to eat it, or just stare at it?" she chided him.

Getting off of his knees, he bent over her and licked around her pussy lips. Running his tongue back and forth over her lips he listened as she started to moan. He avoided her clit, spending his effort licking back and forth over her lips. As her salty taste began to fill his mouth, he started licking her faster. Soon he was burying his tongue in her hole and she was moaning, urging him to lick faster. As he began licking her clit her legs were banging against his ears. With her hands she grabbed the back of his head, pulling him into her.

"Oh god, oh god, yes, yes, yes," she cried and his mouth filled with her juices. He continued licking as she came, enjoying the salty, musky taste of her juices as they filled his mouth.

"Oh fuck me, I need your cock in me," she cried.

Getting up from between her legs, he stood up in front of her. Pulling his boxers down he was alarmed to see that his cock hung down like a limp noodle. For several seconds he stared at her with an alarmed look on his face, not really sure what to do.

Seeing his plight she got up off of the bed and kneeled down in front of him. "Don't worry, I'll take care of that." With her fingers she took his cock into her mouth and began to run her tongue over his cock head. For several minutes she massaged his cock with her tongue, and soon she took his whole cock in her mouth and continued sucking on it. As she sucked his cock he tried to imagine fucking her. The thought of his cock running in and out of her filled his brain, but despite his desire for her and her sucking his cock, he could feel that his cock was not getting any harder. After about five minutes of her ministrations she gave up.

"Don't worry," she said, "it happens to lots of guys."

Edmond was distraught. This had never happened to him before and he did not know what to do. His mind raced for what to say.

Getting off of her knees she walked to the nightstand and pulled open the drawer. She removed a clear blue plastic vibrator and held it up. "Here, why don't you use this?" She held it up and took it into her mouth, sucking it for a few seconds, making a show of sucking on the vibrator for him. Pulling it out of her mouth she handed it to him. She lay back down on the bed, spreading her legs. "Come on, bring that thing over here."

He had never pleasured a woman with a vibrator before, so he was not really sure what he was supposed to do. He figured that he would start slow. After turning the vibrator on he started by running it over her clit, and was happy to hear her start moaning.

"Mmm, yes, good, but fuck me with it already."

He slid the vibe into her pussy, slowly bringing it in and out.

"That's it, fuck me with it," she moaned.

He increased the rate of his thrusts, happy to hear the volume and rate of her moaning increase as well.

"God yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she moaned.

He continued penetrating her, wishing it was his cock and not a vibrator that was doing the work.

"Yes, Yes, Yes," she cried as she came. Her cunt was now a sloppy mess and she lay back down on the bed at least somewhat satisfied. He pulled the vibrator out of her and set it down on the nightstand.

"Why don't you lay down, maybe we will take that nap after all," she suggested.

"Yeah, why not. I didn't sleep that well last night," he lied.

"Maybe we can try again later," she said, giving him a gentle kiss on the mouth.

He climbed into bed next to her and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

In his dream he was in bed with Naamah standing over him with her arms folded across her chest. She was in her dark haired Roma woman form and was wearing a white peasant dress.

"Thought you would have some fun with Rika?" she laughed at him. "Didn't work out the way you wanted it to did it?"

Edmond was speechless. He had not seen this side of her before and was a little bit scared of what she might do, she was a demon after all.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. Just remember that your cock belongs to me now. I control it. Remember that the next time that little red headed hussy gets all hot and bothered."

He awoke alone in bed, covered in sweat.