Veronica awoke in her bed she was warm and tingly as the cotton sheets caressed her naked flesh. She snuggled down deep enjoying the simple pleasure the covers gave her. A hand traveled to a breast and tweaked a nipple and further down to her belly and beyond to her bare sex. When her fingers brushed her lips without encountering any hair she stopped and startled she sat up and pulled the blankets down. Her pussy was bare as a newborn, where did the hair go? It felt nice, but she had no memory of shaving down there. Sure she trimmed but never more than what her bikini required. The chilly air in her room forced her back down under the covers once more. This wasn't the first time something odd happened and she had no recollection. Take the dance last night she remembered being dumped and then walking home in a huff but she couldn't recall for the life of her actually getting home. Oh well, since she was young these gaps had been occurring and nothing bad had ever happened. Her parents just figured she was the typical teenager, her heads in the clouds and her mind far away. She got comfortable again, closed her eyes and drifted back to the dream she was having.
She sat atop her ebony throne, the Queen Bitch ruler of all she surveyed. Her servants adored and feared her for her 'power'. No man could resist her charms and no woman dare deny her the Queen's embrace. The court was assembled at her whim and the moon shone through the stain glass creating a living light on the floor. The musicians at her signal struck up a melody and the courtiers drifted together and the dance began. The brightly dressed nobles moved and glided through the steps as their ruler looked on from afar. She noticed a solitary figure shadowed in the doorway observing the proceedings with great interest. The Queen Bitch directed her guards to bring him forward so that she might see him better. As the moonlight fell on his face her breath was taken away, he was gorgeous! She was getting wet just seeing his muscular frame be led to the base of her throne, the way he rippled as he moved. She licked her lips and rose to greet this stranger to her court.
"Welcome stranger to my domain. How are you called?" He bowed low his gaze brazenly traveling over her flesh.
"I am Simon Magnus, mage and seer to the court of the High King of Ireland. At your service oh lovely one." She could feel herself grow warmer in his presence and his violet eyes were so striking against his long mane of raven hair. As if someone else was in control her hand snaked into his hair and gripped it firmly and she kissed him with a passion she had not felt in long years. He returned her kiss and he took her into his arms, pressing his hardness against her. Her breasts were smashed against his muscular chest and still there tongues dueled in each other's mouths. She broke contact and stepped out of his arms. Looking about at her shocked subjects she saw a lovely red head that would do just fine. She beckoned with a finger, come here and she could only obey.
"What is thy bidding my Queen?" Her eyes were lowered with the proper respect while addressing her ruler. She turned on this mage and knocked him to the floor.
"Make him ready for me." Her voice was cold but held the anticipation of a good long ride.
"Yes my Queen." Without hesitation she knelt before Simon and opened his leggings and freed the mage's wand. Her hands and lips ran over its surface making it harder by the moments. He was huge and the red head was having trouble getting all of it down her throat. But she lubricated it well so it would slide in nice and easy for her monarch. Simon simply looked down and watched the comely woman pleasure him for the Queen's amusement. When he looked up again other courtiers were helping her out of the skirts hampering her easy access to her sex. The Queen dismissed the woman and turning her back on Simon lowered herself onto his magic staff. She eased the head in and then dropped down impaling herself on the rest of the length. The court watched silent as statues as the Queen Bitch rode the stranger like one of her well trained mounts she hunted with. The only sound in the court was the Queen's breath coming harsher and harsher as the pleasure began to build towards its ultimate conclusion. Up and down her powerful hips drove mercilessly, like a machine performing one duty her sex enveloped and then released the hardness the stranger provided. The tide was rising as her voice began to whisper at first but soon it was a shout echoing for all to hear, one word.
"Yes, yes…yes!" Then the dark tide broke over her crashing and drowning her in the orgasmic pleasure of the pure perfect moment of bliss.
Veronica awoke with her fingers buried between her legs and her body in spasms. She blinked a few times and struggled to catch her breath after so intense a climax.
"Wow, what a dream, so real!" Veronica got up and threw on her robe and decided she needed a snack after so powerful a workout. She made her way on tip toes slipping past her brothers room when she heard a noise, a voice. His door was closed and so she put her ear up against it to hear better. It was definitely a feminine voice and she was having as good a time as Veronica had just had in her dream. Whoever she was she was making cute little noises and she could now hear her brother's grunts of passion. She stood up to leave but part of her balked at leaving and not seeing what was going on. As in the dream her hand moved of its own volition and soon she was peeking in the crack of the open door. Her brother was strapped to the bed and our neighbor Cathy was riding him with abandon. The bed creaked under them and her look of bliss was evident as Veronica saw how thick her brother's dick was. He looked to be at least six inches long as well, thick and long what a wonderful thought. Ew! Screwing her brother was out of the question and she closed the door and went to grab that snack she hungered for. She raided the fridge and sat at the kitchen table eating her sandwich and drinking some milk when Cathy came sneaking down half dressed heading for the back door.
"Have fun?" The words were out of her mouth before she knew it. Cathy turned pale and knew she was in trouble. The fear and panic were more refreshing than the food she had.
"Please don't tell Brian," referring to her husband, "he wouldn't understand."
