Cassie dreams

Both Belinda and Cassie were yawning as they entered their room and shut the door. Cassie gave a low groan as she sat on her bed and pulled her sandals off, rubbing her feet for a moment.

"I don't know why I'm so tired," she said.

"Stress maybe," Belinda replied. "It's been a weird day."

"Yeah and we've got a whole year more of them. Oh God I wish I was anywhere else." She pulled her shift over her head and rolled her panties off, sliding naked into bed and pulling the sheet over herself, falling almost instantly asleep.

She found herself in a surreal dreamworld, a place where the landscape blended and changed with each step she took. With one step she was in verdant woodland, in the next amid the ruins of some great building, in another in some swirling surreal place where dimensions meant nothing.

And she sensed that she was not alone.

Something was seeking her.

Hunting her.

Something wild and fierce and terrible. Something that wanted to catch her and....and what? She looked about wildly, trying to see what sought her, trying to make sense of the bizarre world she was in. She bit her lip, anxious, her heart beating rapidly, her belly tightening with dread.

And then she heard the howl. The long eldritch howl of the hunting wolf. And she knew that it was her that it hunted and she began to run, gasping with terror. Suddenly there was another woman running, a blonde, nearly naked, holding a sword, her breath ragged and panicky. The howls were closer now, and the blonde gave a little shriek of terror and glanced over her shoulder and lengthened her stride.

But as she turned she stumbled and fell, her sword clattering on the pavement. Cassie checked her stride, intending to help her, but in an instant a terrible beast was upon her, half wolf and half human, seizing her hips and driving his immense cock into her as she squealed in horror.

Knowing the blonde was beyond help, Cassie turned and fled, sobbing with guilty relief, thinking that the blonde had taken the fate she had expected.

And once again the landscape changed, melding and blending from forest to desert and back to ancient city and she darted through a dark doorway at the end of an alley to find herself in a dank stone room, resting against the wall and panting as she listed for the sounds of pursuit.

Where the beast came from she didn't know, didn't have time to scream before it grabbed her, clutching her to his powerful body, his hot breath searing her as he tore the clothes from her with razor claws.

She squealed in panic, writhing in his grasp, her nostrils full of the hot male scent of him. His jaws open, his tongue lolling out to lick her breast as she nearly fainted from the combined fear and excitement that flowed through her. She was terrified, but she was hot and wet and oh so aroused, wanting desperately to be free but wanting him to take her just as desperately.

She whimpered into his mouth, her voice liquid with need, and her growled softly, letting her slide down his body, his fat cock engorged with his lust. Without hesitation she slid to her knees, starting to lap at his throbbing hardness, suddenly finding her wrists chained in some weird dream logic.

She looked up at his terrible lupine face, as she licked at him, **** to please him, needing him, wanting him to take her and use her like a bitch in heat. For all her hints and pretense of worldliness, in real life Cassie was still a virgin, although she yearned for the feel of a cock inside her. Her dream persona ached for the werewolf's massive organ, her pussy flowing with hot nectar as she lapped and moaned with frantic need.

He didn't make her wait long. With a snarl he seized her, turning her onto her hands and knees, holding her shoulder with one powerful hand while he grasped a handful of her hair with the other. His thick, hot cock was poised at the entrance to her dripping portal, and with a feral snarl he drove it home in her tender young body.

She squealed in shock and delight as she felt him fill her, so big and thick that she felt that she'd split in half with each pounding thrust. She ground back against him, offering herself, surrendering completely as he made her his bitch, wanting nothing more than to be mounted and fucked until...oh God...until he killed her with his magnificent cock if that's what he wanted.

And with that thought she exploded in orgasmic frenzy, bucking madly on his cock and screaming her maddened bliss to the darkness. Her body quivered and shuddered as he kept hammering into her, so long and deep it felt like it was touching her heart.

With a sudden snarl he pulled out of her, making her scream in anguish at the loss of his glorious cock and the fear that he was done with her. Her panic lasted only for a moment, as he rolled her onto her back, seizing her legs and lifting her hips as he drove into her again, howling in triumphant conquest.

She howled back, the new sensations sending a fresh wave of spasms through her shuddering young body, her hot cunt convulsing around his impaling shaft. She'd never imagined being so full, so thoroughly fucked, so completely owned. She was a **** to him, to his glorious meat, and she lived for being mounted and used and pounded like the slutty bitch she yearned to be.

Growling, he bent her almost in half, hot saliva shining on his fangs as his body strained, his cock swelling inside her, suddenly thickening and knotting, plugging her tight young cunt. She felt the jets of scalding seed spurt into her, drenching her womb, filling her completely as he kept coming and coming and coming.

And so did she. Screaming with bliss, begging him to fill her with cream, begging him to put a werewolf baby in her belly, begging him to keep fucking and fucking and fucking and fucking....

And she woke with a sudden start, panting in the dark, finding her sheets soaked with her nectar and her fingers buried in her sodden cunt. Her nipples were stiff and hard with need, and she moaned as she fingered herself, holding onto the fragments of her dream, urging herself to come.