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Cove

This dream feels different than the others. More vibrant, more real, more intense.

It’s like I can feel the heat of his hands on my body, caressing my skin.

Every thrust of his hips pushes his cock deeper inside of me, pressing against my sweet spot perfectly, driving me to highs of pleasure I’ve never felt before.

It’s the kind of dream I beg the gods not to wake me up from until dream me is fully satisfied. Or maybe not to wake up at all.

“That's my sweet goddess, my queen,” Sunshine groans, a primal sound that makes my pussy clamp around his cock like I want to keep him inside me forever. “You feel like fucking heaven. God, you have no idea how long I’ve been dreaming of what it would feel like to bury myself inside this perfect cunt.”

I moan, my back arching off the bed as the tip of his cock presses against that spot over and over again.

When his thumb finds my clit, I gasp, my hands gripping the bedsheets. It’s too much, and yet not enough. I try to move, the pleasure too intense. He holds me down, pinning my hips in place as he continues to pound into me.

The sounds he makes grow louder. He sounds like a man coming undone.

“I should have taken you sooner,” he grunts, the sound of my wet arousal evident every time he bottoms out. “You’re mine, Bunny. Mine.” The grip on my thighs grows tighter, the bite of pain from his fingers digging into my flesh only adds to the electricity buzzing within me.

I let out a pathetic whimper, aware that in this dream, this man, this killer, is fucking me in my sleep. And I love it. I love every moment of it.

“That's it, baby, I can feel you quivering around me,” he growls, cursing when my core grips him hard again. “You’re going to cum, aren’t you, Little Bunny?”

“Yes,” I scream inside my head, but the way he chuckles has me believing I said it out loud.

“You’re such a dirty girl, aren’t you, Cove? You’re dripping for me, soaking my cock with your sweet juices at the idea of me taking you, using you, having my way with you while you sleep. I wish I could see inside your head right now, see what your sick little mind is dreaming of. Are you dreaming of this? Wishing it were real, unaware that it is. That every single thing I’m doing to you isn't a dream.”

My brow furrows. Sunshine has spoken in my dreams before, but it’s normally a whisper, as if he’s too afraid to wake me up, to be caught doing something that should have me feeling violated instead of filling me with blinding pleasure.

It’s the thrill, the excitement that comes from doing something wrong, something you shouldn’t be doing and not wanting to be caught.

The point is to stay asleep through it all.

So, why is he talking loud enough that it might wake me?

I don’t dwell on it long, though. Sunshine shifts his position, grabbing my thighs, pushing them up and pinning them in place as he leans his body over mine.

I make sure not to open my eyes, not wanting him to know that I’m awake within this dream, not wanting to break this little fucked up fantasy I’m in.

It feels so fucking real, every stroke of his cock and caress of his hands, that when he brings his lips to my cheek, brushing them against me ever so softly I nearly sob with the aching want for this to be my reality. I want to have him, to have Midnight and Sky in this way, some way, any fucking way.

“Cum for me, Cove,” he growls from deep within his chest, and I swear I can feel it vibrate against my own. “Be a good Bunny and break apart for me. I want to put you back together as I fill you with my cum. I want to watch as it drips from this temptress of a cunt before pushing it back in you. I’m gonna put my baby inside you, Queen. You’re mine. And I’m never fucking letting you go.” His voice is a whisper, a low dangerous promise.

He’s never mentioned wanting to impregnate me before, but something about the idea of carrying his child, making a little human that’s part me and part him, stirs something inside me.

It’s my undoing. I break, shatter, fall apart to pieces. It’s like every cell inside me bursts into a kaleidoscope of colors exploding behind my eyelids.

The scream that tears from my lips is silent, stealing the breath from my lungs. My back bows off the bed as my body tenses up.

I cum hard, pussy spasming around his cock so hard that he lets out a gasped curse.

“So fucking perfect. That’s it, baby. Fuck, you look like a vision when you cum. Breathe, Cove. I got you, my Queen,” he says all this as he fucks into me with slow, long strokes, sending my orgasm to it’s peak again.

I’m clawing at him, unable to keep the illusion that I’m asleep within this dream. Honestly, I’m surprised that I haven’t actually woken up from this dream with how intense it is.

I’m glad I didn’t, because then I’d miss the part where he finds his release, following me right over that cliff.

He lets out a string of curses as his cock jerks inside me. His hot cum filling me, making me feel full.