Chapter 9 Hordan
HORDAN
Iwrap Doe-dee in the big fluffy blanket I bought with me, and then I wash her bedding and hang it up to dry.
She watches me with wide, disbelieving eyes as I tidy up the last of our fantastic mess, and every now and then, she rubs the corner of her new blanket against her cheek. She loves how soft it feels against her skin, as I hoped she would. I want to please this female every day until I die.
I know it was dream sex that we explored, but it felt as real as anything, and it was better than I even imagined it’d be.
She called me Sir.
She let me come at her in triplicate, loved that I bent her breasts to my will so I could milk her, and begged me to penetrate her soaking hole with my monster cock.
I don’t know if it was my imagination, her imagination, or our combined belief in the elasticity lotion that resulted in her cunt to stretch for my cock, but we were a perfect fit.
She was tight enough for maximum joint pleasure, but not so tight it restricted our movement for a boisterous fuckfest.
It didn’t hurt that her dream pussy was a fucking waterfall of arousal either — though that seemed to be just as true in reality. She clearly loves acting on her wild sexual urges, and I intend to encourage her to continue.
I come to crouch in front of her and boop her cute little button nose with the tip of my finger.
Doe-dee giggles and swats at my hand. “Wha dar yoo do-in herr?” she asks, and I frown as I try to decipher her foreign words.
It was much easier to express ourselves in the dream-state, where we could somehow project our words into each other’s understanding, like a direct translation or the creation of a whole new language only the two of us could speak or hear.
I try to read her energy, to search for more context.
She rolls her eyes, points at me, and then points at the cave floor before looking at me will her eyes full of questions.
I give her a sideways look and flash a bunch of dreamscape memories at her.
I gesture to the basket of goodies I brought her, and then gesture at the cave entrance before I deliver a barrage of mental pictures that basically translate to: I sent my troops on their next mission — in her very neck of the woods — which is when I got insanely paranoid about her safety, because Doe-dee, my love, you have no fucking door, and anyone could just sneak in here to fuck you while you sleep.
I pause to gesture at myself as the perfect exhibit of such a someone — which makes her giggle.
She waves a dismissive hand at me and points at the machete I’d found under her sleeping furs when I picked them up to toss them in the stream.
I roll my eyes and make no comment about her penchant for strange bedfellows when it largely works in my favor, but her pathetic defenses leave me underwhelmed, and I cannot function safely as High Commander of my forces when my mind is constantly filled with concern for her safety.
Which is why I’ve devised a plan to keep her safe while I hurriedly finish up this annoying war.
Now that I’ve found my forever companion, my orders have become a hindrance, so I’m highly motivated to fulfill my military duties by the end of the week.
If not sooner. I’m more anxious than ever to start my forever with Doe-dee.
She a sweet, funny, and wild little creature, and I foresee her bringing me endless joy if I can maintain her impeccable standards.
Doe-dee gives me strange look, and I sense her suspicion. Can she tell I’m hiding this plan from her? I know she won’t like it, but it’s in our best interest, so it must be done.
She asks me something, and I just know she’s seeking clarity about what I’m up to.
I feign misunderstanding and simply set the goodie basket in front of her, kiss the top of her head, and head for the exit.
She calls after me, her tone warning as she gets to her feet and follows me. “Hordan.”
Already dragging myself under the rock to get out, I tell her how much I love her, and blast her with the emotion so forcefully it stops her in her tracks.
“Hordan?” she whispers, sounding almost scared.
I shove a huge boulder over her entrance. “Don’t be angry, Pet. It’s for your own safety. I’ll be back just as soon as I’ve dealt with this last threat, and then I will only ever make you happy for the rest of you days.”
I do my best to explain myself in projected visuals, but her obvious fury has left her rather unreceptive. I keep trying, but to no avail, and I hurry back to headquarters to rush through my remaining tasks, so I can return to her as soon as possible to make amends.
I find myself at every point of the day, wishing she would take a nap so I could enter her dreamscape and explain myself to her properly.