As with all my stories, this one holds elements of the unreal, fantastic creatures and a strong romantic theme. This is a short erotic story, not a quick stroke, so if you're looking for quick porn, you would be best suited to another story. If romantic intense fantasy based story with hot sex is what you're looking for, have fun and enjoy!
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You belong to me.
The words from the dream I'd had the night before rang in my ears as I stared at my computer screen, working on the boring numbers that was the monotony of my cubicle job. I couldn't get the dream out of my head, out of my thoughts, it'd be the same basic dream I'd had for the past five months, and as I sat staring dumbly at the screen, I relived it once more for the hundredth time.
The room was dark, lit only by the flickering of candles I couldn't see. I was lying on my stomach, wrapped in soft sateen sheets that clung to my hips like a lovers gentle caress, and my cock lay pinned to the mattress from my position. I knew I wasn't alone, and the room wasn't mine, nor was the bed. I turned slightly, my head pillowed on my arms, and made as if to roll over but a rich voice stopped me.
"Do not move." It was soft, a mellow gentle command that send shivers down my spine, and I stilled immediately.
I waited, waited patiently, closing my eyes as the bed dipped and my unseen lover sat beside me on the bed. A calloused hand slid along my spine, brushing the sheet down as it reached my hips, fingertips sliding between the bare crease of my rump. I shivered, I couldn't help it, and a soft breath escaped my mouth as my back arched and my legs shifted further apart almost against my control.
"You are so eager." He whispered to me, that smooth voice like slow molasses, thick and sweet. Just the sound of it was enough to make my cock twitch, and a soft groan flutter from my lips. "And so beautiful." He continued, his fingers pressing against my anus, a gentle brush, a caress, too fleeting to satisfy, but enough to drive me batty.
Hands spread me wide, baring me in the most vulnerable manner and making my cheeks flush crimson with embarrassment. When I began to squirm slightly, one hand released me and came down suddenly on my ass, leaving a warm burn against my flesh. "Still." Came the gentle command. The hand returned to spreading me once I stilled again, my breathing coming harsh with growing excitement. I liked the lack of control, I liked that gave myself to this unknown man, and deep down I felt a sense of safety in the hands of my lover, knowing he'd never really hurt me.
I felt the tickling of breath before the warmth of his tongue slid against my opening, and again, I couldn't help but make a soft sound deep in my chest, almost a moan, maybe more of a groan or a grunt, I couldn't tell, I didn't care. He chuckled deeply, I could feel his amusement vibrate along his tongue and into my body from the connection, and my back arched a little before he coaxed me open and began to lap and stroke at my body with the wet warmth of his tongue.
I couldn't remain still, my fists baling into the sheets, my hips rising up to meet the sudden thrusting into my body. For the first time since this started I spoke, pleadingly. "More... more... please." I whispered, and one hand moved to slide along my balls, cupping them, hefting them gently, closing about them and squeezing slowly, just enough to make me want to cry out, but not hard enough to hurt me, just add pressure.
My hips began to rock against the bed, grinding my achingly hard cock against the soft sheets as he fucked my ass with his tongue with long slow intense thrusts. I could cum like this, I realized, I could explode against the sheets in a million shattered shards of pleasure, and my lover knew it, pulling back to replace his tongue with fingers, using his saliva to lubricate his entrance as I cried out.
"You will not cum without my permission, Sean." He murmured to me, and I nearly sobbed, ceasing the endless rocking my hips were doing. I didn't want to disobey him, I wanted to please him, no matter the costs. It was a soul deep thing, a need, something I couldn't have turned away from even if I'd wanted to. "Good, very good, my sweet lover." His voice was like a soothing balm to me, yet it triggered something deep that I didn't understand. I wanted him, I wanted him inside of me and I could have screamed my desire out, but it would have done little good.
His fingers moved slowly, pressing into my body, sliding out, then back in again, a slow fucking that had me writhing and him chuckling in that sensual way he had. He knew I needed more, he knew and he continued to tease me. I turned my head, wanting to see the man who drove me crazy, I wanted to see his beloved face, I knew he was mine and I was his, I knew we belonged together, but I could not bring the image of his face to mind and I needed to see him.
As I turned my head, he hissed. "Do not." the two words stilled me, and I let out a strangled sound before turning my face back into my pillow, shuddering with the effort to keep still for him as he explored me.
"I need to see you." I whispered, pleaded, and he stilled for a moment.
"You will, Sean. You will." He whispered, and then began to move quicker, his fingers pressing into me, I knew it was only two fingers, and suddenly he was adding a third and the burn began, forcing me to cry out for a moment. "Shh, relax." He commanded gently, and I fought to do as he asked...
"Sean?" the voice broke my reverie, but I had no clue where it was coming from. "Sean!" again, and suddenly I realized I was at work, not on that warm soft bed. I sighed, turning my head and eyed my boss with something close to distaste.
"Yea?" I asked after a moment, arching one brow sarcastically.
"You've been staring at your screen, doing nothing for the past twenty minutes. You need to either go home sick, or start working, I can't pay you for daydreaming." Richard was annoyed; I could tell by the way his left cheek twitched while he spoke. A tick he had when he experienced any strong emotions. He was tall, over six feet tall, sandy blonde hair with a peppering of gray and deep ocean blue eyes. Handsome, I had to admit to myself, but straight.
"Yea, sure, I'll start working, sorry Richard." I muttered, and after a moment of watching me, my boss shook his head.
"Go home." He sighed, rolling his eyes at me. "Get your head set on straight, then come back on Monday ready to work. This is ridiculous, Sean. You need to get whatever has been bothering you off your chest before it eats you up, alright?"
I grumbled, nodding my head, stooping to pick up my briefcase and return my laptop to its traveling home. "Sure, Richard." I sighed as the man walked away from me.
Within ten minutes I was in my little Toyota speeding down the highway towards my home. I lived close to work, so in no time I was opening up the door to my apartment in a dazed sort of funk, I couldn't focus on anything, and I knew this was trouble. I wanted my dream lover, and while I knew it was a dream, it was so real I ached for him when I woke.
I pushed through my door, feeling uncharacteristically depressed as I set my computer case down on the dinning room table and moved towards the bathroom, intent on taking a nice long shower.
Stripping quickly, I turned on the water and waited for the steam to overcome my senses. When it did, I slipped into the tub and let the thick stream of liquid hit my aching muscles, sliding down the smooth planes of my back, over my ass and down my legs. I work out three times a week at the local gym, and while I'm not built like a god my body is nicely formed. I'd never been overly obsessed with my looks, I had a good ol' boy look to me, and I just accepted that I would never been incredible to look at, but I didn't send children screaming either.
