Chapter 2: A Sexual Dream of the Third Age, and Taking Care of That Boner With Rei

Your dreams are alien. They bear no real resemblance to anything you've done, or read, or thought about. Somehow, they seem definitely, definitively true... memories, not mere dreams. Memories of a time before the world was bent, before the magic of Creation lessened, before the souls of men became the stunted, withered things they are today.

She lived on the edge of an ever-diminishing Creation. On the air was blood, death, toil, suffering. There was a long struggle against a very, very long night. She had lived on the edge of reality for her whole life, her tribe having existed on the marginal lands that even other tribes refused. They were fishers, doing their best with what strange beasts the Dreaming Sea vomited up, and living under the patronage of damned Ysyr, and then Ysyr had fallen. Soldiers of the empire of Prasad had come and taken the island of Ysyr, orgies of debauched violence following in the wake of their conquest. The tales were tall as the hills, and she knew very little of the specifics.

The only reason her tribe had survived was that they were on the other side of the Dreaming Sea from Ysyr; to stretch their tendrils so far was beyond Prasad, if only for a moment.

As the shaman of her tribe, the woman to whom it fell to ensure no Fair Folk princes came a-conquering, it was her solemn duty to stride out into the nothingness that lay beyond reality, where water was thick as soup and the sand beneath her toes glittered like countless shards of glass. Where neither Sun nor Moon shone, but instead alien stars and celestial objects of strange and erratic shapes, that seemed to shift from one viewing to the next, as if they were only fixing themselves when her gaze fell upon them.

An ogre of a thing had greeted her, there. The size of two men stacked on one another's shoulders, with muscled that slithered like snakes between skin like hewn granite. Seven eyes, arranged haphazardly upon its face, stared down at her; an eight glanced up into the sky. It had no nose. Its mouth was a circle, sawblade teeth within seeming to curl and wish to drag whatever they ate in and in.

She had beseeched its mercy, and found it had none. It had broken her limbs, left her wailing on the ground, tears streaming forth from her eyes, and then one of the last sparks of hopes that would ever bloom on that benighted world, rose within her chest. Her shoulders rose as her body twisted, her lips parting, her eyes widening in an ecstatic moment of ferocity. A beak like a hawk's had been the thing that tore the beast's throat open, and a tongue as long as a serpent, barbed atop, was the thing that has suckled and licked at its blood. For a long moment, she was lost in the madness and chaos of the Wyld - and then she had scurried back to reality.

She had found her people, her tribe, but it had been over a moon's turning since her departure. They had thought her dead, and thankful as they were to have her among their number again, they had already begun to move to the north and west, keeping away from the coast for fear of the navy of Prasad. Away from the encroachment of infinite unpleasant possibilities; towards the heart of a singular, indefatigable empire that now drew the world into its gaping maw to swallow everything that there was up.

It was then that she had met him. Her other half. Her cursed blessing. The love of her life. A renegade from among the Abyssals, those whose solemn duty, given by the screaming dying mourning wailing corpses of the forgers of Creation itself, was to end the world. Yet, even with the task requiring only the tiniest push, there were those, like him, who rejected it.

He had abandoned his name, taken on a title of lovely flowery words. [i]Contemptuous Demise[/i], for he had nothing but contempt for the thought of dying for the Neverborn, of taking Creation with him, of everything that had happened and that was going to happen. He was a handsome man, bedecked in strange blackened steel, with soft, dark turquoise hair and pale skin the color of a northerner's corpse.

She had given him her name freely, her heart set aflutter whenever his cool skin pressed against her own warmth.

Her name was Maia; she was the beauty of the tribe, with brown skin and silver-white hair, large breasts and a lithe physique. She was also the chieftain's daughter, the brilliant youth turned wise young woman, and now, something new and strange and wonderful. She brought the living incarnation of Death into the tribe, and he was accepted, if nervously at first, worries that he had bewitched her in the minds of all the tribesfolk for just how happy and fawning and affectionate she was with him.

She sat in his lap, his fingers gently caressing her bare skin. They had made love so many times since they had found one another, it was hard to count. At the moment, he wore a simple silk shirt, and no more; she wore nothing at all. Her bare breasts pressed against his, her hungry lips seeking out his own, her tongue flicking and rolling within his mouth, the heat in her loins still present from their latest round of lovemaking.

She pulled back after a moment, a question in her throat. It had been stuck there for days, weeks, months - since before even when she found him, something she'd hidden in fear of being seen as strange. A curious desire that she hesitated to voice, but this was the day it finally escaped her lips. "Would you like to fuck another woman, while I watch?" She felt herself almost wilt and wither in the moments it took him to answer.

"What brought this on?" His voice was friendly, if confused.

"Nothing," she replied, her voice quick as a coursing river. "I've been trying to ask for as long as we've been together." It had only been a single moon's turning, but she loved him all the same. Her lower lip trembled, as he still hadn't answered her question, though at least he had not rejected the notion outright.

"Why do you ask?" The request was so blunt and fearless, it truly was [i]him[/i].

"Because I want to watch you have sex with another girl... or maybe even help." There was a flush of heat in her cheeks as her lavender eyes stared into his mismatched green and grey pair.

"Help?" She cried for him to simply answer her damned question! To not leave her holding onto a narrow precipice, dangling over the edge.

"Yes... to... thrust her upon your rod." She swallowed. "If it pleases you." Her ears drooped slightly.

"It does," he told her, grasping the back of her head, dragging her into a rough kiss, his tongue thoroughly exploring her mouth, but what brought her such joy and ecstasy was knowing that the man she loved was willing to do such strange and delightful things with her, to make the fantasies she'd had since she was scarcely taller than her mother's waist a reality.

She broke off the kiss scant seconds later, feeling out of breath just from that, her head swimming with lust and desire. "Let me... let me go, please, beloved, let me go get my mother right now." Perhaps part of it was simply her overwhelming fear that he would come to his senses and stop her from doing what she so very much wanted to do.

He let her, and she rushed to collect her clothes. She was lucky that her tribe wore little, to deal with the balmy weather of the Dreaming Sea, because it meant that she could quickly get herself dressed despite the aching between her thighs, and rush off to find her mother.

An even greater fortune was finding her mother was not occupied with this or that matter, so she could approach her. Her mother showed little signs of aging, and had a similar figure to Maia's; perhaps even better. The only true marring of her beauty was the freckles of brown fur atop her ears, and her ruby red eyes. She was overflowing with energy, but of course it almost wilted as her mother turned her eyes to her, a small quirk to her eyebrow, as if to ask what she was doing here, in such a state of disarray. "Mother..." she clasped her mother's hand in hers, grasping it tight. What could she say? "It's been so long for you, since Father died... have you had other lovers since then?"

"A few." Her voice was stern and unyielding, giving no suggestion of her intent or feelings.

"Ah... would you be interested in taking one more?"

Her mother stared her down. "I'm not sure I follow."

"You see, it's sort of, well..." the Wyld shaman, who had been gifted the shape of a great falcon, struggled to find the right words with which to convince her mother to have sex with her beloved. "Demise, he's so fantastic and wonderful and handsome, don't you think?"

"You've said that before."

"Yes, and I meant it then too. I just... wish everybody could enjoy him!" It was a lie. That wasn't really her wish, it was something rather darker, more selfish. She wanted to watch, wanted to help, him fuck other women, simply because it made her aroused. Saying that to her mother felt wrong, though. But what she had said hadn't convinced her mother to come along, either. "If you had sex with him, you'd understand what I speak of, when I say how wonderful he is! You could perhaps convince the tribe that he's done no magic upon my mind, and it's simply the pleasures of the flesh?"

Her mother stared her down, and she wilted just like a child. "Very well. Go to your man, and tell him I'll be there shortly. I need to speak briefly."

Presumably to confide in some trusted confidante, to ensure that if he did bewitch her as well, they would know he truly was wicked. Maia didn't voice such things - she simply fled from her mother's presence, loping back to her beloved, tackling him to the cool dirt, reaching down with her lips for his slick thing, still wet with the slime of their previous lovemaking. She was so wet, so fantastically wet, but if she put him in down there she might not be able to stop. Besides, she owed him one, for the numerous times she'd found ecstasy during their previous intercourse, to his lonely one. He gently teased her ear, making her butt wiggle excitedly, and the temptation to simply take him within her grew and grew with each passing second.

Fortunately, her mother arrived before that dam could burst. She popped off his cock wetly, a long sticky string of saliva stretching from her lower lip to the tip of his cock, her finger swiftly curling in the air to do so. "My daughter says you want to fuck me."

"It's more that [i]she[/i] wants you to fuck me. I have such a beauty right here," he said, reaching up to rub at Maia's ear again, making her leg kick and twitch, "I hardly need another. But if my beloved wishes it, then of course I'm hers to command."

"I do~ooo," she practically moaned, as his fingers rubbed harshly at her ear, almost bringing her to orgasm like that.

"Fine, then," her mother said at last, and there was an imperceptible sigh as Demise removed his hand from her ear. "Let's see what has my daughter so addled."

Demise's eyes flicked over to Maia, as if asking her how she wanted to do things. She was rather out of it, having just had her ears teased like that. "Ah! M-make mother come, with your mouth! You like that so much!" She liked the pleasure the position offered, but in the aftermath, there'd always be this nagging guilt. Every time they made love in any way that wasn't her mouth attending his length, it seemed as if she came a dozen times to each one he did. It made her feel rather selfish, and no matter how she worked, she couldn't quite seem to get him to come any faster. "You lie down on your back, and Mother, you sit astride his face."

He snorted and leaned back; her mother swiftly took off her clothes, Demise's eyes wandering her naked body for a few seconds before she got into position. Maia was so horny that she couldn't resist the throbbing length in front of her, as her mother settled down on her lover's face, as thick wet noises told her that all her dreams were coming through, she hopped atop his cock with a wet shlick as his length slipped inside her, simply slamming her hips down and enjoying the sweet ecstasy of feeling his cock fill her up.

Her mother's fingers were now pressed against his chest, tightening here and there. She made such a lovely face of pleasure, it made it rather obvious to her why Demise so enjoyed driving her to ecstasy. The thoughts made a furious flush of heat appear in her cheeks, but she began to move, slowly at first, then faster and faster.

She was the one setting the pace of her riding, though her gaze admired Demise's bare chest; even her own mother's nakedness now seemed erotic, put in the context of being eaten out by her beloved. She had such perverse tendencies, and yet, her beloved was willing to accept them without a trace of judgement. She only wished she could kiss him right now, but of course his mouth was otherwise occupied.

Her mother twisted in pleasure, her back arching, a low moan escaping her throat. It broke Maia out of her thoughts, made her begin to more rapidly ride and pump herself atop Demise. She felt him spear deep, deep inside her, and worked every muscle she could, gripping and squeezing his entire length. She could hear his muffled little groans, emanating out of her own mother's slick sex, that told her she was pleasing him, and she put that thought highest in her mind, pleasing her beloved, making his cock sing and spurt inside her.

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Despite all that she was doing being for his pleasure, Maia ultimately came first, moaning and biting her lower lip. The sheer erotic reality of this situation, of sharing her man with her mother, of seeing him pleasure another woman, was too intense. The taboo nature of the threesome didn't seem to even register as something that should bother her, not in comparison to the sheer bliss she felt as her hips bucked wildly. Demise had hardly even touched her, all his attention being on her mother, and yet she was gushing forth her pleasure all over him.

When her ecstasy left her, she panted for a moment, catching her breath atop him, fingers pressing down against his abs. He was a well-built man, and her eyes drank in his muscular physique, her cunt throbbing a little as she considered him. She licked her lips, wetting them for a moment, and began to twist her body, leaning down over Demise so that she could begin to kiss and lick at his bare chest.

His only reply was a simple grunt, his cock thrusting up inside her as he suddenly began to work his own hips, pumping frantically. One of his hands left her mother's thighs and ass to instead run down her stomach to play with her clit. The sharp stings of pleasure drove her wild with pleasure, despite everything else - and she soon came again, quivering and moaning into his chest, just burying his face down there as his mother bucked and bounced in her own ecstasy.

Demise took advantage of both her and her mother's distraction, twisting them both around as he rose himself. A scant few seconds of disorienting movement later, and her mother was on her back, and Maia herself rested atop her mother, feeling bare breasts press against naked flesh. She could even feel the little pinpoints of hardness that pressed into her back, and of course her cheeks heated up at the lewd position she was in, draped naked across her mother's own naked body.

Demise simply thrust inside her mother without further ado, grasping her thighs and beginning to properly rut. His eyes, however, were on Maia, loving and warm and full of affection; he leaned forward over her, meeting her in a loving kiss. Maia could taste her mother's juices on his lips and tongue, but she found she didn't care. She embraced him tightly, fingers racing through his messy hair. Arousal rushed through her whole body despite the fact that now Demise was hardly even doing anything sexual with her - they were just kissing while his cock rammed into his mother. She couldn't even see what was going on - the mere knowledge that he was making love with another woman was enough to excite her.

He broke off the kiss, one hand now reaching for her ear, gently rubbing it with his expert skill that always made her putty in his hands. He pulled it up a little, kissing and nibbling the very tip, and then whispered into it. "I think you feel much nicer than your mother," he told her, and her heart swooned. "So much tighter and more muscular," he grunted.

She truly was a degenerate, because those words - the implicit insult to her very own mother, the woman who had raised her from birth with love and care if some severity - brought her to an ecstatic high of pleasure. There was no cock inside her. No fingers pressed against her clit. No excuse but raw sexual delight at those kinds of words, those kinds of thoughts, of knowing her virile lover could and did taste other women's flowers but found hers the most delightful.

She was only dimly aware of the noises her own mother was making, so complete was her focus now on her husband. Little noises, squeaks and hiccups of pleasure, as her body continued to shift and bounce from the forceful thrusts that Demise gave her without end. Maia knew it only in the gentle rocking she received in this position, occasionally interrupted by spasming movements of ecstasy. Demise met her lips again, and she fell completely into empty-headed bliss, the only thing in the whole world being his tongue in her mouth. Her fingers danced through his hair, along his back, tracing out muscular flesh and just enjoying herself. Jiggles and bounces and whimpers beneath her didn't matter so much as her beloved's bare and naked and sweat-slick body.

At last, she heard the wet noise of him withdrawing entirely from her mother. Any confusion was soon alleviated when he slammed inside her, immediately making her orgasm, her whole body writhing inecstasy, her legs snapping around his hips and dragging him deep inside her. Tongue flicked against tongue as she rode out her pleasure, and then at last he simply found release inside her, a sticky wet filling feeling that was the most perfect thing in the world, so wondrous and satisfying and perfect and sweet, a period on a long and impassioned session of sexual bliss.

When he was finished, he broke off the kiss, smiling down at her, not even seeming out of breath; she gave him her own hazy, empty-headed smile back, and let herself drift into unconsciousness in that position, lewdly splayed out atop her mother, trickles of cum running down towards her mother's cunt.

* * *

You wake up with a jolt, your body a little sticky with sweat as your brain restarts. You glance over at Rei, finding her similarly out of sorts, flushed cheeks and parted lips and dull grey eyes that suggest lust. It's your first time really seeing a girl like that, and with that... dream, whatever it was... you are probably the hardest you've ever been in your life. You pull the blanket up from over the two of you, revealing the dampness of Rei's panties, and the obvious solution presents itself to your deeply horny mind.

You loom over Rei, and she stares up at you, wide-eyed and yet clearly unresisting, knowing what you're about to do and not fighting back. After all, she's pretty much you. You think she even had that... weird, wet dream. You put it out of your head, grasping her around the hips and flipping her around onto her stomach, yanking down her panties - she wasn't wearing pants, just a loose shirt and underwear - and teasing your cock at her sex. She looks back over her shoulder at you, her teeth gently chewing her lower lip...

Then you start to push yourself inside her. It feels absolutely fantastic, better than anything you've ever felt before, and Rei looks similarly enthused with this new reality, fingers gently clumping up around the blanket beneath her, her cheeks bright red as she lets you fuck her.

You start off slow. The feelings are so intense, the wet tightness and caress of her warm pussy a positive delight. You're graduating from your virginity right here and now, your cock threatening to explode right here and now, but you resist the urge, gritting your teeth and controlling yourself. Even if Rei is your clone... it'd still be pretty embarrassing to come too quick for your first time.

Rei reaches for the base of her shirt, tangling it up and peeling it off as she sort of flops around beneath you, shoulders rolling to allow her movement. In the process, her tight cunt squeezes and rolls around your length, sending hot waves of pleasure right up through your body. She fumbles with her bra - she's as unused to working with one as you are - and a few seconds later, she's naked. You peel off your own shirt as you continue to thrust, and her gaze is hot as she stares up at you.

You up your pace inside her in response to her movements, grasping her by the hips and just starting to thrust away. She lets out little squeaks at first, otherwise unresisting, just letting you ram her right into the bed like that, cheek pressing against the pillow - then her hands reach backwards, grasping your wrists, gently guiding them along her stomach, up to her nipples. For a few long seconds, you're pumping away at her cunt and playing with her perky nipples - she's only a B-cup or so, lamentably - just gently little rubs and tweaks, then her fingers lace together with yours and really start to force you to maul her tits, making her groan in pleasure, quivering beneath you, cunt squeezing and clenching as she nears an orgasm.

Her hands leave yours, but you keep up the mauling action on her breasts. One of them reaches for her clit, as her shoulders press into the bed, as her entire petite body jiggles beneath you, and she starts to tease it. At first, the gentle brushing is almost imperceptible to you, then she gets into it, really rubbing at the little nub and the vibrations carrying into your cock in the process.

You lean down over her, meeting her lips with yours, it feeling somehow inappropriate to have your first time without a single kiss. She just mewls into your mouth, though her equally-inexperienced tongue begins to flick against yours a moment later. Then her hips start to move, pushing back against you, ramming her hips against your pelvis repeatedly, hot breaths escaping her mouth and rolling into yours as you simply go at it, animalistic and wild in the moment, not caring one whit about anything but the frantic pursuit of mutual pleasure as she mauls your tits.

Sex is seriously fucking amazing. When she comes for the first time, you just bury yourself inside her and enjoy the convulsing delight of her spasming body, the way her cunt wriggles and massages its way all along your cock, practically jerking you off, except it feels so much fucking better than a handjob. You moan into her mouth, barely able to control yourself to keep from coming, the temptation to just spray hot cum all over her insides too fucking good.

Once she's done coming, you start bucking your hips again, making her squeak. You break off the kiss, staring her dead in the eyes as you do so, your cock throbbing at all the erotic potential that this presents to you. "Maybe you should try making an older clone, we can do oyakodon stuff," you tell her, grasping her hair and yanking on it, making her twitch as you pull her up, continuing to thrust up into her, one hand mauling her tits. Your lips find hers once more as her bare back presses against you. Your tongue hungrily explores the inside of her mouth while your free hand just keeps mauling her tit, and she jerks and twitches in pleasure all over again. "Or maybe just a duplicate of you, it could be fun twin sex," you tell her, wild fantasies all now completely possible, with your obedient shapeshifting clone here to make them a reality.

"Muh, maybe," she pants out, too out of it to really offer any speech. "Or maybe, you can just, fuh, fuck me harder, fuck," she sputters, a splatter of saliva hitting your cheek as she says it. Her expression is intensely erotic, and you up your pace inside her, grunting.

"That's not how Rei talks," you tell her, your hand leaving her breast, pulling her wrist away from her cunt and making her squirm and whine, hips twisting as she tries to get a better angle on your cock to bring herself off. "Say it how Rei would say it."

Her eyes roll around in her head as she struggles to put it together. "Please, make it more intense, I want it so badly, Brighton. I love you."

Those words make you let go of her wrist and slam deep inside her, kissing her firmly on the lips. She rubs herself off in short order with a frantic movement of her hand, and you join her in ecstasy a moment later, groaning as you spray all your cum deep, deep inside her. She drinks in a heavy breath through her nose as you both orgasm right alongside one another.

When you're finished, you pull out, and she slumps forward, cheek slapping against the pillow, ass up in the air, a trickle of your cum dripping out of her wet sex.

You take a minute or so to catch your breath, your heart running extra hard in the aftermath of the intensity of your first sexual experience. She's catching her breath too, cheeks aglow in the post-coital bliss or whatever you call it. "That was great, babe," you tell her, giving her a swat on the ass, and she just bounces an inch or so in response. "Come on, let's take a shower before our moms see you sweaty with cum dripping down your leg."

"Oh, yeah, yeah," she says, rising to her knees, then waddling off the bed before standing upright. "I mean... yes. I will do that."

You enter your shower, closing and locking the door, bringing warm water at just the right warmth down on both of you. She's not the prettiest or the cutest girl you've ever seen by any means, with bags under her eyes and a cold, almost withering gaze, but fuck it, you got your dick wet and she came right alongside you, so it was pretty good.

"Did you have the same dream as me?" You ask, once you've had a moment. "The one with the bunny girl named Maia?"

"Yes. It was very... intensely arousing." She licks her lips. "Did you have the dream regarding arriving at school in the nude?"

"Nah, don't think so." It seems that dreams besides that one weren't shared. It might be something special, then. Parts of it seemed reminiscent of your experiences as a... whatever you are. Even if it was in a weird fantasy land.

You chat a little bit about the dream, both confirming that the specific details were the same, and asking if she recognized any of the locations - like, were they from a movie? A painting? You can't really identify anything as seeming familiar, though, no matter how much you go over it. It's just something... alien.

For you, the sexual part of the dream was... distant, perhaps, might be the right term. Almost like you were watching it, rather than remembering or experiencing. It wasn't your cunt that was on fire, it was a sexy woman's pussy that was on fire. For Rei, those sensations were much more direct and physically felt, the arousal and emotions more her own than someone else's, which may partly explain why she was horny enough to let you stick it in, even though you think it'd take more than a hard-on to let a guy stick it in you.

Once you've pretty much exhausted the topic of the dream, you move on to talking about skills you'll need, to kill old "chr". "Firearms may be useful. However, he appeared to be afraid of our monstrous form," Rei points out. "Assuming that shapeshifters are similar, it is logical to guess that improving our skills as a melee fighter... fuck, do I really have to talk like that all the time? Can't I just talk like a normal person?"

"Fine, when it's just the two of us. You're not sexy at all when you talk like that, though."

"It's how you talk."

"It's different. Anyway, when we're fucking, you have to play up the sweet demur voice." For some reason, your cock twitches a bit, ordering around a girl like this, making her just do whatever you feel like. Oh yeah, the reason is that it's really fucking hot.

"Alright, fine. But when we're talking like this, it's fine to speak however I feel like?"

"Yeah."

"Right. Well, like I was saying, if shapeshifters are scary to vampires, they're probably scarier than guns? I mean, Chuckie didn't seem like he was scared we'd shoot him when he tracked us down. Or that Alex would, for that matter. So I think it might be better to learn how to fight with our hands. Or claws, rather."

"Hm. Maybe," you agree. You turn off the shower. "I'll go talk to Alex and see about learning a bit of self-defense. You search online for stuff about lucid dreaming, in case we have a dream like the one from last night again."

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