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Despite his huge and manly physique, the man was strangely... Gentle. Aurora let him press his soft lips against hers, his tongue teasing her to open her pretty little mouth and let him in. She could feel the heat of her body rising to her face as she embraced his neck and clinged her legs on his waist. He smiled before pulling away, caressing her cheek.
She knew there was nothing wrong about what she was doing. It was a dream; dreams are supposed to be irrational and confusing and weird. But the mere thought of knowing that she was only dreaming was the sole reason why Aurora never stopped herself from receiving the man's kisses. Who would, anyway? His warmth was different... His body felt different.
"Are you sure you want us to do this, Aurora?" he huskily whispered, making her shiver. Aurora slowly nodded before touching his cheek, rough with stubbles of his newly-shaved beard. She did not mind the space slowly disappearing once more. There was nothing else but her and this... handsome stranger. "Are you giving me the permission to enter your life, my moirai?"
Hypnotized, she nodded once again. Aurora did not even pay any attention to the foreign word he said, or the way his eyes glowed like molten metal heated in a kiln, or the fact that he knew her name despite not telling him. The side of his lips moved as he rashly moved all of the plates on top of the kitchen counter before gently lying her on top of it, completely and utterly vulnerable for his callous hands to touch and tease again.
She was aware that it was all a dream; a dream that would never happen in reality. She was the ice queen. The cold-hearted b*tch who would definitely grow old and die alone. She was well aware of the rumors surrounding her and maybe, tired and scared of getting into commitments and abusive relationships, she just... chose to be who people tell her to be. And this dream was nothing but a need, a figment of her imagination telling her that she also needed someone to take care of her special needs. That relationship and commitment was not really necessary, as long as...
"Wait, you won't be comfortable here, lovely," he told her before pulling her up and carrying her in his arms. "Shall we go to my room?"
"It's... a pleasure," she mumbled as her eyes got stuck on his tattooed torso. She wondered how hard they would feel on her hands, or if he would flinch if she tried to touch his chest. As if reading her mind, he teasingly smiled before taking her hand and placing it on top of his left breast. The fast beat of his heart made her feel at ease and strangely trusting. Strangely...
"You can touch me, Aurora..." He gently placed her on top of his king-sized bed. "I'm yours." He cleared his throat and hovered his hand around the edges of her still-drenched dress. "But first, let's take off your clothes. You're wet..."
Their eyes locked as he mumbled the word, knowing the double entendre underlying. Her gasps were trapped in her throat as he crossed the distance between them once again and owned her lips, all while tearing the wet fabric away from her skin. She did not protest as his hands started to pry her underclothes away from her body. What Aurora did was to return the favor and remove his leather belt and the jeans he was wearing. He chuckled. She groaned. His teeth were lightly nibbling her earlobe, while the stranger's hands were roaming around her body, as if memorizing every inch and corner and feature. His touch was relaxing and heating her up. And for Aurora, with those physical features, he would not spend too much time and effort pleasuring her. He was perfectly sculpted in the deepest and repressed parts of her fantasies, buried deep down to be forgotten. But not tonight. Not in this dream. Not... this once. Just this once.
Just this once, she wanted to experience how it felt like to be pleasured. To be touched. To be owned. Even if it was just a dream.
His fingers worked wonders as he massages her core, his eyes locked on hers. His hot breath was hitting her face as his fingers dug deeper and faster inside her. He steadied himself as she squirmed and arched her back ufner his body, as her hands clung on the sheets as if her life depended on it. She let him reach her spots, her zones, her regions she rarely let someone, let alone herself, explore. She opened herself to him as he let her hand touch his member, working the same rhythm and precision he has taught her. As groans and moans mix into the soft, distant sounds of birds singing, Aurora felt liberty for the first time. She was not the Aurora Celeste shackled on her nine to nine job, or the Aurora Celeste imprisoned by the rumors surrounding her. At that very moment, she was just... Aurora. Plain, old Aurora. That Aurora who was being reckless and impulsive for the very first time of her life. She let the stranger show and make her feel new sensations that she has never felt before. She was free. She was free to pull his hair, to let her hands roam, to—
"Aurora, call my name..." he whispered to her ear as he slowly entered her. "Call my name for me... Say Therion, my love..."
"Ther... Therion—" she moaned as she felt him growing inside her. He was huge but it did not matter. Shee needed to quench that thirst. She needed him and his touch. Why would she still let her inhibitions rule her in this dream? Aurora let her gut move her body and the first thing that came into her mind was to pull his hair as he swung his hips, burying and pulling out himself. He smiled as he softly kissed her on the lips, her eyes slowly closing to feel the moment. Not until she felt his sharp teeth sinking on her skin, sending both pleasure and pain to her. Aurora immediately opened her eyes only to be met by something...
Her mouth fell open as she saw his eyes turning black, irises completely disappearing. Black roots were starting to become visible on his pale skin as he pinned her down on the bed, kissing her roughly and thrusting harder and faster than before. He was becoming more and more—
A gasp and a sudden jolt sent her back to her room. She sighed as she confirmed that she was back to reality once again. There was light already seeping through the cracks of her windows that was wide open. She immediately stood up and closed it while checking her surroundings. Luckily, nothing seems to be missing and her place was still the same as last night. Aurora ruffled her hair before checking her clothes. They were still intact and...
It was just a dream, after all. Why are you even trying to convince yourself that it really did happen, Aurora Celeste? she thought to herself as she stood up and started to fold her blankets. It was morning already, after all. In a few hours, she was expected to arrive at Hotel La Vida and do her job. Fantasizing would not put food on her plate, nor make money magically appear on her bank account.
Maybe it was really just one of her fantasies, after all. And there was no need for her to make it a huge deal, or to think of it over and over again. That dream was just a dream and it would probably not happen again. And besides, who in the world would look like that? Not to mention transforming into that kind of man...
She stood frozen in front of her full-body mirror when something caught her eye. Her hair was wet! And...
"Mud... On my feet..." she mumbled as she stared at her feet. And on top of that, even though she knew she slept wearing a blue pair of pajamas, all that she could see in front of the mirror was a white dress, hem lightly stained with mud.
And on her neck, three marks of somebody's lips.
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