surrounding twilight. Next to her stood a few bottles of wine and a basket of fruit. Somewhere music played softly, and there was a faint floral scent in the air. At first, I did not attach any importance to this, but I was not wearing clothes. If it had not happened before the loss of consciousness, I would have decided that in this room a sex marathon is clearly being prepared. Or someone saved me? My thoughts were interrupted by the faint creak of the door. A girl came out of the semi-darkness to me. Tall, beautiful, with fluffy curls of blond hair, freely falling down, barely covering the tucks of the excited breast, defiantly sticking out. Wide hips, flat stomach, barely noticeable blond hairs framing large lower lips. I smelled of spicy perfumes. I almost physically felt them entering my nose, and rushed down the bloodstream, causing the member to swell and igniting the fire of desire in me.

“Where am I?” I asked the question that tormented me

“You are where you should be. Have a rest. All questions later, ”she said, putting a finger to my lips. Following this, she slowly, with distinctly enticing movements, climbed onto my bed and, spread her legs wide, hung her bud over my rebellious flesh. As if fascinated, I watched as from her half-opened in the desire of the lower lips, the pulsating drop of love juice separated. She hung in, taking in the shards of light from the burning candle next to her, and separating herself, fell on the dick that was torn up. Although I could not call myself an inexperienced youngster, for the first time concerning a woman, but I almost finished it only from this. The sensations were unusually sharp. Music, smells, touches - everything was filled with incredible depth.

Once I experienced something similar, when we, with my then “fighting girlfriend,” pulled down the gold and jewels stolen from a rich mansion. I bought an alchemical potion, which, according to the master, was to carry me and my darling to heaven, and leave it there for the next week. After we drank it, the feelings became so acute that you could spend hours watching the motes dancing in the sunbeam. The simple chirping of the inconspicuous bird, which it was a pity to pay attention to, became pearls scattered in the thinnest crystal glass. As for kisses, caresses and sex ... the master did not lie, and we were really able to break away from each other, only somewhere a week later. Of course, then other details of the action of the potion came to light, none of which was pleasant. But the experience itself was unforgettable, fascinating and, to admit, frightening. That is why then I swore to drink all kinds of nastiness. Our ways, with that girl, then went their separate ways, but then I learned that she continued to buy all sorts of potions and tinctures that could change the vision of the world. And she ended up somewhere, completely turned into a slave of her own pleasures, which she could no longer receive without the next “miracle of elixir”.

These thoughts took me a few moments, until the girl who did not name herself slowly descended on me. It was a sweet torture - her movements were so slow to keep me on the edge of an orgasm. Unable to endure this incompleteness, I twitched, filling it with hot streams from the inside. But it helped a little - the thrill of the sensations became only a little more muffled. She laughed loudly, starting to move more intensely. Breathing, bouncing in the twinkling of the candle of the chest, the tight slipping of the heated flesh - time stubbornly stuck around us, slowing down in exhilarated pleasure. I forgot to count how many times I twisted in the cramp of pleasure. Just like I forgot that men tend to breathe after sex.Black as night hair, pleasantly tickling my chest. Stop. Weren't they light? And curly. I looked more closely at the girl, not recognizing her. Another, although also a beautiful face, a larger chest. Even this mystery could not delay the inevitable, and I again felt my body being flooded with a wave of pleasure. That's just ... it was somehow ... more bland. It seems that everything was in place - and the music and the flavors and pretty girl. But the feeling seemed to erase, as her spiny pubis rubbed against my skin. Wasn’t she naked there? I looked up, again noticing that she had changed. Muscular, short-haired, she exuded primitive strength. About which I was not slow to tell, roughly grabbing me by the neck and leaning against my chest. I shoved her hand away from her grip, and rolled from the bed to the floor. Rather, I thought that on the floor. Because the room disappeared, replaced by a carpet of grass in the night forest.

Looking back, I saw elves coming toward me. High, covered in a barely perceptible foggy mist, which showed more than hid, they were the embodiment of the sensuality of nature. Although they did not touch me, I again felt how the body shook, pulling out drops of liquefied pleasure. Which has become even less noticeable. As if I was very drunk. Anxiety, and previously nested in my heart, replaced fear. The unreality and irregularity of what was happening became more and more apparent. As my senses faded.

The elfs disappeared, Illen looked at me instead. Fully dressed, she expressively stroked the swelling on her pants. Taking my eyes away from her, I saw my first love standing nearby, untie the garters on the skirt. Even panic that makes your heart beat louder (what a heart, it is not beating!)began to seem only an echo of the feeling that makes you run without thinking, or to fight against ten people at once. What was the most unfair - that it does not run away from and not stand in a fight. You can’t run away from your thoughts. Even in a dream that many compare with death, they overtake you in the form of dreams.

I closed my eyes and, gritting my teeth, began to repeat “you are not there. There is not anyone. I am alone". My voice sounded quieter, no matter how hard I tried to scream. The sense of integrity disappeared, got stuck, like flies in honey, thoughts and almost completely extinguished feelings. It was scary to die like this — being slashed apart by demons woven from one's own consciousness.

Not remembering myself, and already having difficulty understanding why, I ran. Side cut a terrible pain, and I opened my eyes. Through a waving jelly-like thing, I could discern the vaults of a cave. In which fell. Deprived of even the remnants of clothes, I literally hung in some sort of, obviously lively mucus. With disgust, I felt that its particles, like the threads of a mycelium, penetrated under the skin, a hundred, as if in a part of me. There was no pain, but it was still creepy. Around the member flowed, gently stroking it, a whole bunch of tentacles. Which, obviously, also played a role of my companions from a dream. Lumps of sperm floated around them, absorbed by the monster in front of their eyes. I tried to wrest my hand from this slippery prison. But no matter how hard I strained my muscles, my hand still did not want to move. Stopped by the opposite team, which gave her a creature. Feeling the rage boiling inside, more volitional than muscular effort, I forced her to move. The hand went up, along with it the monster tentacle slipped out. Now not he commanded my body, but I told him what to do!

My exultation did not last long. I again felt a tearing pain, somewhere below. Moving my eyes there, I saw a short, flexible figure that waved something and twisted me again in a fit of pain. A large layer of slime fell off the monster, spreading in a puddle on the floor. Someone tried to kill the monster (me)! Two sets of feelings - my own and monster, flowed through my mind, dictating opposite commands to the body. I wanted to free myself, it wanted to escape.I wanted to feel again on solid ground, it wanted to continue sucking the outbursts of emotion from the prey, saturating my perverted hunger. This struggle between us, reminiscent of the struggle of two hands of one body - the same senseless and stupid. Only bet was my life. Keeping this in my head, I forced the monster to “open up”, revealing its body hidden in its depths. I hope the opponent of this creature will understand correctly ... Read more →