I'm in a strange place. Some kind of big room with a parquet floor. I'm scared. Someone is hunting me. Some
thing
is hunting me. Desperate, I flee towards a doorway. My high heels click loud, the full-skirt of my red evening dress flows around me, but for some reason does not impede or slow me.
Part of me knows I'm in a dream. The other part is terrified. And thrilled.
He's after me. He wants me. He intends to take me. I don't know who he is. Just that he's an avatar of alpha-male power. Big. Strong. Dominating. Relentless.
A shadowy figure swoops towards me from one side. With a scream of terror, I desperately dodge aside.
Suddenly, I'm outside. A bright full moon shines down. My white-satin wedding gown glows in the pale light as I dash across a lush green lawn towards a high, ivy-covered stone wall with a distant wrought iron gate. Somehow I know that if I can reach the gate, I can escape!
For a split second, my rational mind wonders how can I run full tilt in high heels across soft, loamy sod?
Immediately, instantly, I'm tripped. I go down hard, my arms outstretched to break my fall. I end up face down on the green turf, winded, but otherwise unhurt.
It takes me just a second or two to regain my breath and begin to rise up and flee. Too late! A mighty hand from behind flips me over on my back.
I gaze up at him as he looms over me. His face is all in shadow. His hard, sculpted body is covered in dark fur -- soft and silky, not bristly. He's not a person, he's an alpha-male manbeast. Large. Powerful. Naked. Dominating.
A tangled bush of black pubic hair grows between his strong thighs. His erect mating shaft rises out of it like a thick snake, standing up straight and hard and big. I know he intends to impale me on it. Mesmerized, I stare at it. And at the heavy scrotum that swings below it, swollen with his semen, pulsing with seed that he is about to pump into my womb to impregnate me.
Somehow, in this dream I've become virgin again. It's as if I've never before seen an aroused, erect, male rod ready to take and conquer its prey. I tremble in terror -- and maybe something else. I know that once he thrusts his spear into me and gushes his seed into my womb I will be forever changed from virgin girl to fecund woman.
Though I'm not hurt or injured, I'm weak with fear, and helpless with exhaustion. My chest heaves for breath. Aroused by my peril and the presence of this male beast looming over me, my breasts throb, my erect and sensitive nipples tingle and press against my lacy bra.
"Please," I whimper. "Please, don't."
I know it's hopeless. He's determined to take me like a stallion mounting one of his broodmares. He (it?) is going to breed me and I can sense my body yearning for him to do so. But I know that if he does, he will certainly impregnate me. I don't want a baby. Not now. Not yet. I want my youth, a career, a life.
He says not a word. He just stares down at me waiting to see if I'll try to flee again. That forlorn rational part of me wonders if he's even able to speak, is he some kind of pre-verbal, manbeast?
Quick as a striking snake, he grabs me beneath my arms and lifts me up as if I were a small child.
Suddenly we're in a big, candle-lit bedroom with heavy velvet drapes, dark oak paneling, and crystal mirrors. He releases me, and I drop weakly to my knees, down on to a soft, plush rug. I'm now clothed in a diaphanous black negligee that leaves nothing to his imagination.
Again he stands in front of me, his erection looming before my eyes. It dominates me. My body has surrendered to him, I am utterly in his power. I exist now only for his pleasure and his mating.
He has no need to speak, I know what he wants what he demands. He places his large, callused hands on either side of my head and slowly draws me forward until my lips touch his shaft with a kiss compelled.
He strong, power hands hold me in place. I close my eyes as I lick him with my tongue. He tastes good. Sweet. Erotic. Beneath the thin negligee my breasts throb, my nipples are erect and tingling.
Obedient to his wordless command, I open my mouth in a silent O.
He does not thrust himself into me, but rather guides me to gradually move down on him, taking more and more of him into my mouth while caressing him with my tongue. I'm careful not to touch him with my teeth or let him trigger my gag reflex.
My eyes are submissively closed. I'm alive with sensual, sexual current, I arouse him more and more with my lips and tongue and sucking. Of their own volition, the tips of my fingers delicately caress my breasts and tease my nipples through the negligee's thin, lacy fabric.
I feel his seed rising up his shaft. I can feel my own orgasm building. My feminine cleft is sopping wet. He erupts, gushing his semen down my throat. Oddly, it has no salty taste. His flavor is sensuous, decadent -- like
creme brulee
.
Though my own orgasm is now spasming though me, I hold myself rigidly still so as not to cause him any discomfort.
I can feel his ropey white seed sliding down towards my belly. Somehow, in the mystical way of dreams, it's imbued with green sparkles of life energy. I realize that it's both an aphrodisiac and also some kind of powerful fertility potion. I can sense my womb opening, preparing itself for impregnation. My swollen breasts begin to spontaneously lactate, oozing a clear, erotic fluid.
After a long, sweet, eternity he gently, slowly, withdraws from my mouth.
Again he picks me up as easily as if I were a rag doll. He holds me cradled in his arms like a sleeping child. My eyes are still closed. I let my head loll back, exposing my throat as symbol of my submission. My blond tresses flow down towards the floor in a soft wave.
He bends his head to my breast and with his chin pushes the loose negligee aside to expose my diamond hard nipple. He kisses it tenderly and then softly touches it with the tip of his wet tongue. A bolt of sensual energy flashes through me and I spasm.
His lips clamp down on my aureole and he begins to suck the clear erotic fluid I'm lactating.
