A dream is falling through one's own bed.

"Why me?" He rumbled, pushing himself up from the chair. He could feel the room around him fraying, an unraveling tapestry of reality. The animal part of his brain was caught between the primal urges, to run or to fuck, but he pressed them both down with every meditation technique the paladin had slipped into his mind. It took the edge off of being in their presence, but only barely.

"Why does a bear occupy a cave sized for it?" They countered. "I am here and you are here. Coincidence and fate are such mortal concepts. A single event is the inevitable conclusion of uncounted multitudes of improbabilities. Where a mortal might see two or three outcomes to an action, we see four and five. We are the blind leading the blind and deaf." Their hand reached down and pressed between their legs, shoving aside clothing to reveal a thick patch of dark red fur.

He struggled against the raw sensuality oozing from them, his gaze locked stoically to their face. "And who am I to trap?" He could feel the tightness in his pants as his cock pulsed in time to the motions in the chair. He was barely cognizant of his own motions as he rose from his chair and knocked back the rest of the dark, sweet rum.

They worked his pants down, baring his throbbing member to the humid, moonlit forest. It hung in the air, fat and menacing as it intruded on the grove/room/dream. They didn't seem to mind the masculine expedition of turgid civilization into the wilds of their touch. Delicate fingers wrapped him, dragging up and down his shaft while their warm breath flowed across his flesh. "The elves come south, all you need do is your best, breaking each of them until you find one you cannot break overlong. Doesn't that sound fun?" Their hand was thrust down their skirt, working between their thighs unseen.

"Just like that? Then what?" He'd struggled to concentrate since entering the room, but when she touched him, it was as if she were puppeteering his body. His heart raced in his chest, the edges of his vision darkening. It was like diving face-first into a pile of the good eastern powder only to realize there was a slide beyond, and he was skeletoning into the abyss that was their wild, bestial sexuality.

They grinned as the moon slipped behind the clouds, shrouding them in darkness until only those perfect teeth remained. "Do what you will, and the outcome will proceed." They were rising, based on the smile hanging eerily in the darkness, and he could feel oddly-calloused fingers wandering over his chest.