Chapter 4 Not a Dream
Not a Dream
Leo
The view was spectacular. Green hills spread all around me, the sun was just setting, and I breathed in the shimmering fresh air. I stood barefoot in short, soft grass, and it tickled my feet. I grinned. Such a beautiful day.
Where was I? Why was I completely naked outside? I looked around, but only small clusters of oaks and maples dotted the countryside. Who cared if I was naked? Was this the paradise garden? If so, nakedness was allowed.
The wind picked up, and I looked into the sky. Golden-lined clouds floated high above, fluffy and lazy, and among them, a silhouette of the most graceful flier. Magnificent wings waved through the air, and my heart fluttered with excitement. He was coming for me.
The creature sailed noiselessly closer, landed on all fours, and folded his wings.
His head was almost as big as I was tall.
He nuzzled my chest, puffs of hot breath washing over me.
With steady hands, I stroked his forehead and along the thorns lining his head.
He growled, and the noise roused a swarm of butterflies in the grass.
They spiraled around before fluttering away in all directions.
He smelled so good. Tantalizing. My mouth watered, and warmth pooled in my underbelly.
“Close your eyes.”
I’d do anything he asked. With my eyes closed, I felt him changing under my hands.
“Are you ready?”
Instead of a dragon, a man stood in front of me.
A good seven feet tall, with enormous shoulders and a wide, muscular chest. He cradled my face and kissed me, and I got drunk on his taste.
I moaned into his mouth, my nipples tightening and my hole flooding with slick.
I grappled at his hard body, pulling closer and rubbing all over him.
“I’ll fuck you, don’t worry. You’re mine. My wet hole.”
I sank to my knees and tried to mouth his cock, but he stepped away, laughing.
His erection was enormous. Thick and heavy, swaying between his thighs like a weapon. Was I in heat? It surely felt like it. His scent was making me so aroused I could weep.
“Please. Please, fuck me.”
“Turn around.”
Lowering myself on my elbows, I offered him my ass. The position gave me a sense of relief. This was what I was good for. This was my purpose.
He stroked my ass cheeks, and I hoped that soon I’d feel him in my crease, but no. His touches were light and teasing.
I whined, but he only chuckled. He kept caressing my body, leaving scorching marks all over me, but he didn’t touch me where I ached the most.
My ass must have been gaping open, slick oozing out. I felt so fucking empty; the aching void in my womb brought tears to my eyes. My belly was coiling and cramping up. But he’d fill me, and I’d be at peace.
“Please!” I cried.
“Leo.”
“Please, I’m begging you, please…”
“Leo, wake up.”
“Please…”
“Leo!”
The scent. It was him. Except there were no grassy fields and no sunset. Only the dim light of a lamp, the glimmering surface of water, and dark walls. The scent and warmth were the same. I clung to his chest, naked under my hands. So warm.
I didn’t care where I was as long as I was with him. I opened my mouth over his skin and licked. A shiver went through me. He hugged me, holding me tight.
“It was just a dream.”
A perfect, amazing dream. He was about to fuck and breed me in that dream. And I ached for it.
Whining pathetically, I kissed and licked his skin where I could reach. My fingers snagged on the waistband of his pants, and I pulled on them, trying to get to his cock. I found the buttons of his fly and managed to undo at least three.
“No, Leo. I…”
“Please. Need you.”
Because I’d already begged him, so it didn’t matter. Was that a dream too? Somehow, I found the stupid zipper at the back of my shorts and shoved them down my legs. I reeked of old cum and fresh slick.
Again, that growl. It sent electric currents through my body. Taking the shorts off the rest of the way, he rolled on top of me, and I spread my legs so he could settle between them. Hot, hard dick grazed my crease, and he kissed me. So close. Yes! Oh yes!
I fisted his thick erection and guided it in place. I didn’t need any foreplay. I was wet and ready.
When he began inching into me, my lower body lit up like the sky on New Year’s. The girth. God, he was hung like a horse. More. And even more.
I whimpered, and he lifted his face to look at me.
His eyes glowed with fire.
“Leo,” he whispered.
I strained toward him, wordlessly urging him on. I needed this like I’d never needed anything in my life. Groaning, he pushed deeper, stretching my body open. The fullness was nothing but exquisite.
“Do it,” I managed.
He latched on to my mouth and thrust. Hard.
I saw stars. The sharp sting of pain quickly dissolved, and tendrils of pure bliss traveled through my guts when he rocked and thrust back in.
Not nearly to the root, but so deep I felt the pressure in my entire torso.
How big was he? Nine? Ten inches? Thick as my wrist. I’d never seen a cock that big on a man.
He isn’t a human man.
The warning voice in my head was weak. My raging lust drowned it out.
The biggest fucking cock ever, just for my whore hole. Maybe I’d finally get enough.
He squeezed my ass cheeks, pulling my hips up to meet his thrusts, and with his other hand he fisted my hair.
I clung to his shoulders. I wasn’t sure I was awake.
The only real thing was the slide of a hard, warm cock in and out of my open body.
Despite his size, his thrusts were smooth and easy, and so satisfying.
The pumping pressure in my core rose. More. God, I was so slick, my hole squelched.
My orgasm struck me like lightning. Suddenly, the most delicious pleasure exploded in my middle, my flesh yielded, letting him in even deeper, and raw energy flared outward into my limbs.
He clutched me to him, his hips snapping faster, his dick carving me out, and in the middle of the glorious climax, I fell in love with it.
That cock. It was made for me. Made to satisfy me.
Maybe it was the long dry spell, but having this man’s inhumanly large erection stretching my body wider and deeper while I was shivering with an orgasm was by far the greatest sensation I’d ever experienced.
He could be a freaking Pegasus or a swamp monster, and I wouldn’t give a shit. I’d forever love that dick.
When he came, he roared like a wounded beast. The sound almost scared me. Burrowing into me, his cock pulsated, coating my insides with hot cum. Warmth spread through my guts, as if my body could soak the seed up. As if it could become a part of me.
He didn’t soften at all.
I lay pinned under him, helpless, and so content I could dissolve into a cloud of pink fog.
Gentle kisses covered my face, his beard tickling my cheeks and brushing my lips. How come he was suddenly so tender? Where was the promised bench and paddle? I opened my mouth, and our tongues tangled.
To my amazement, he started moving again. Slow, lazy fucks, through all the cum and slick, his cock just as hard as it had been when we’d started. I didn’t mind. At all. The friction felt marvelous.
“Do you still want it hard?” he murmured against my lips. “On your knees while I hold you down? I can fuck you all night.”
Oh Lord, yes. Yes!
“Leo, answer me.”
“I want it. I want everything.”
What if I was hallucinating?
In that case, whatever anyone had given me at that party, I needed to find that person and buy a lifelong supply of that shit. I whined when he slowly pulled out, leaving me empty and stretched.
He flipped me and tugged on my waist, and I got into position, ass up and face smashed into the sofa cushion. Wiggling my ass, I was ready to beg, but he didn’t keep me waiting. He pushed his mammoth dick back inside me, and my brain overflowed with happy chemicals.
I briefly thought how I’d missed fucking, but no fucking had ever felt like this.
Holding me by the harness and with a firm grip on my hip, he fucked me like a god.
Or…no. Not a god. If the devil existed, this was how he fucked.
Long, firm, self-assured thrusts, a proper taking, with an edge of pain and darkness, demanding my complete submission to the greatness that was his cock.
He took his time, bringing me higher and higher, the thick girth pulling on my rim on the way out and shoving my organs aside on the way in.
His firm cockhead battered the mouth to my womb, and I imagined his cum saturating the tissue.
He took up so much real estate in my guts I felt like a cocksleeve, as if it was more of him than me in my own body.
And the stuff he said.
Fucking hell.
“This’s what you want? You want it so hard you’ll sob? You’re meat, omega, meat with holes in it. This’s what you’re good for. I’ll fucking break you, pretty boy.”
In the end, the sex defied basic limits of anatomy.
My pelvis must have turned into jelly because there was no way all of that could fit into me and feel good.
But his balls brushed mine, my ribcage about to burst, and I flew into orbit.
Keening cries poured out of me, and my lower body pulsed and twitched, as if plugged into electricity.
My inner muscles woke up and squeezed his cock, milking it in me.
All of it. To the root. Fuck, it seemed to reach my heart.
The orgasm turned me into something primitive, like I didn’t have two brain cells left to rub together, and only a chorus of voices echoed in my empty head, pleading for more of his cum. Then he thrust harder than ever before, impaling me so brutally I couldn’t breathe.
His dick throbbed inside me, a ball of warmth growing in my belly.
I gasped from the pressure. My poor womb.
He squished it with his humungous tool. I needed it to open up.
I needed the cum in there. But I wasn’t in heat, so he couldn’t breed me.
Breed me. Oh, please, breed me! I gave out an anguished cry of need.
“Shh. Shh, beautiful.”
He enveloped me in his arms and tugged me to his chest. Rolling us to the side, he spooned me, pumping his hips, keeping me full. He fisted my cock, his thumb rubbing the piercing, and he grazed my neck with his teeth.
The tender fucks massaged his cum into my flesh. I was soaked with his essence. My cries turned into contented moans as he stroked me leisurely, gliding in and out of my overflowing hole.
“Mhmm. Good boy. You can relax. Just a few more fucks, and I’m done with you. Just a little more. You liked it when I hurt you deep inside?”
One last climax rose and fell, tingles spreading over my skin, and I groaned from deep in my belly where his cockhead made love to the sealed mouth of my womb.
“That’s it. You like that, hm? So skinny and breakable, but you took me to the root. A big, pliant hole for my dick. You feel like heaven when you’re coming.”
I felt pretty good myself. My inner muscles fluttered one last time, making me hyperaware of the warm hardness still stuck in me, impossibly deep. He hummed appreciatively.
“Yeah. Hug my dick tight and keep it warm. That’s a good boy. You’re a good fuckhole, omega, like silk around my cock. Such a juicy, hot piece of ass.”
His praise made me all warm and sleepy. He peppered kisses down my neck and over my shoulder, and I twitched with delicious aftershocks.
“Good?”
“Mmm. Thanks,” I mumbled. My lips and tongue felt numb.
“See, I said I’d shut you up. You get so nice when you have a big dick in you. A nice, well-bred boy.”
He chuckled, and the vibration went through his dick straight to my womb, making me moan again.
When he stilled, keeping us joined, I took stock.
My cheek was chafed from the sofa cushion, my lips chapped, my throat hoarse and mouth dry like I’d been screaming for my life.
My cock had gotten limp in his fist, but he still held it, cradling it protectively. My belly was smeared with my own cum.
And my ass. Lord have mercy.
When he retreated, his half-hard cock flopping out wetly, I felt air in me. Like my hole became this huge, cavernous space. He reached into my crease and began massaging my taint. He rubbed around my stretched rim and dipped his fingertips inside me.
“It’s okay. It’s over now. You did good, my little fuckhole. Relax.”
Was he reading my mind? How did he know what to say? With every word and every gesture, he was cementing his status as the best fuck of my life.
Ever so slowly, I felt my inner muscles tightening, my body closing up again. His cum remained in me. There seemed to be so much of it; I wouldn’t be able to keep it in when I walked. I didn’t want it to leak out.
I needn’t have worried.
He slid out from behind me and scooped me into his arms. He carried me through the atrium and up the stairs, to the end of a hallway where a door stood ajar. He laid me on a bed and stepped away.
“Davidson?”
I couldn’t be alone. It was imperative he stayed with me.
“I’ll be right back.”
A door clicked, and my chest squeezed with anxiety. I listened to the water running. When he reappeared, the light from the bathroom outlining his immense silhouette, I exhaled with relief.
He held a glass of water to my lips and put another on the nightstand. The cool drink soothed my parched throat.
Unbuckling and removing the harness, he kissed the skin he uncovered.
The bundle of leather dropped to the floor with a thump, and wet lips brushed each of my nipples.
Then he pulled the duvet from underneath me, lay down beside me, and tucked me to him.
With his hot skin against mine and his cock in my crease, I felt so amazingly safe.
I’m full of his cum.
And I wanted to be. I wouldn’t have showered even if he’d offered. His cum in me felt right. It belonged there.
Tender lips brushed my nape, and the duvet weighed on my limbs comfortingly.
If I was still dreaming, I hoped I’d never wake up.