Chapter Ten
Michael found Lucy in her bedroom on the astral plane. She was crying and, he realised was not dreaming because she was barely half asleep. Her mind was tossing and turning over the events of the day, and her body was tossing and turning with it.
"Lucy?" He got no response. "Lucy? Can you hear me?" Still nothing. He guessed her mind was only half in the astral plane. Concentrating, he pushed both of them up and into the dream world.
They appeared on a beach of pure, white, coral sand under a palm tree. The beach stretched away to the left and right. Behind them scrub undergrowth gradually became thick jungle. A warm, tropical sea lapped on the shore a dozen yards away. Lucy, now dressed in a white, halter-necked gown, was still sobbing. She took no notice of the new surroundings and, when Michael approached her, she turned her back on him.
"Lucy, I... really need to talk to you about what happened."
"G-go away. If you d-don't want me anymore, that's fine, but leave me alone."
This statement came as something of a surprise to Michael. He had assumed that she was upset because of what he had done to Julia, but this was obviously a bit more complicated than that.
"I, um, don't understand, Lucy. What do you mean?"
She turned an angry face on him and when she spoke, her voice was raised and hysterical. "You weren't paying attention to our sex all morning. You were just going through the motions. Then, when I need to take a little break, you make Julia... no, you force Julia to let you screw her. I don't think you like either of us anymore and... and..."
"What, Lucy? What else?"
She sagged back onto the sand, hiding her face. The anger was gone, replaced by something like deep sorrow. "I th-think I love you. I d-don't want you to stop liking me."
Michael was silent for several seconds. He knew he had to respond, but this was way beyond his experience level. She thought she loved him. He had not thought about love at all. He knew he liked her, lusted after her, had always lusted after her since the first time he had seen her. Love was supposed to be something else, wasn't it?
"Lucy... I do still want you. God, I want to fuck you senseless every time I see you; I have since I was fifteen, but you can't love me, not after what I've done to you. I turned you into a slut, a sex toy, something for me to use and abuse at my leisure. I made you walk to my house wearing no panties so you could beg me to fuck you. How could you love someone who's done that to you? I should change you back to the way you were, make you forget the whole thing. Maybe then I could have you and deserve you." He felt miserable, ashamed of everything he had done in the time since he had discovered his powers. This made Lucy's reaction to his speech all the more strange.
"Don't you dare!" she hissed. "I like being the way I am. All you did was expose bits of me that I kept hidden. I've always wanted to have the guts to do the stuff you make me do, and now that I can, you want to take it away from me? Sod off!" She scrabbled to her feat, putting her hands on her hips and looking angrier than he had ever seen her. "And if you're so fucking fired up about screwing me, why have you dressed me in this tent?"
Michael looked at the figure-hugging gown and grinned. "I hadn't thought of it as a tent," he said. Her look of severe disapproval was cracking. "Actually, I think I saw it on Naomi Campbell, or someone like that, and thought you'd look good in it. Still, if you want something different..."
Lucy looked down to see that she was now wearing a one-piece swimsuit composed of two strips of white, stretch mesh fabric that dropped from her shoulders, across her nipples, to join into little more than a pouch for her pussy. She could feel the thin strip of fabric that was parting her ass cheeks before dividing to go up her back to her shoulders again. Her nipples hardened at the sight of the almost transparent garment she was now wearing. "That's better," she said. Her mouth was dry. "If we make love here, I'll get sand in all the wrong places."
Michael stood up and ran a finger down the side of her right breast. She shivered. "This is a dreamscape from my imagination," he told her. "The sand will only go where I tell it to." He stepped around to her left side, and his hand snaked down over her stomach, sending tiny butterfly shivers of sensation through her body, until it slipped into the front of her costume. He slipped his middle finger between her pussy lips, feeling the first hints of moisture down there before pushing down and curling, very slowly, into her cunt. Slowly, he began to massage the inside of her pussy, rubbing over the spot at the top that he knew brought her considerable pleasure.
"What are you?" he breathed into her ear.
"I... I'm your sex toy," she breathed back.
"What are you?" he asked again, his finger rubbing more urgently.
"Ooh, I'm a slut." She spread her legs a little more, making it easier for him to gain access.
"What are you?" His other hand slid down the back of her costume, stretching the mesh aside. He slowly pushed a moistened index finger into her anus.
"Oh god, Michael. I... I'm your... ooh, please fuck me."
"What am I?" he asked again. He slid another finger into her ass and began to work them harder. It might have been painful in the real world, but here it was pure pleasure.
"Oh, oh, oh... What do you want... oh, god, me to say? I'm what... whatever you want..."
"You're my lover, Lucy. Now, cum for me." At his words her body exploded into pure, intense orgasm. She shrieked out her passion, filling his hand with cum juice, clutching his arm as though if she let go she would fall off the Earth. After several seconds, she came down. Her knees sagged, unable to support her, and Michael allowed her to drop to the sand on all fours.
A thought left him naked and he dropped to his knees behind her, between her calves. His left hand pulled the fabric of her costume away from her pussy and his right guided his cock into the hot, wet folds between her legs. He sighed as he entered her. She let out a soft moan and bent her arms down so that her breasts were pressed into the sand, her chin resting on her forearms. He could feel the added pressure this gave to the walls of her cunt and began to pump into her.
"Oh yeah," she groaned, "that's what I want, hot, thick cock in my tight pussy." She began to rock back in time with his thrusts, driving him deeper into her. He grabbed a handful of buttock in each of his hands and pushed her ass wide apart. "Ooh, fuck, that's wicked. Oh yeah, harder, fuck me harder." Michael obliged, driving himself into her harder and faster. His hips slapped into her buttocks, each shock sending a burst of sensation up through her body.
