Dream or Vision

A piercing silence filled the dim, cold room of his highness's chambers. Filled with luxurious jewels and diamonds of all sizes, his majesty truly spared no expenses. Atop the Emperor sized bed, a young man laid. His eyes were shut, and his chest heaved periodically.

Thus was how the Emperor preferred to spend his days: asleep. To be honest, he truly deserved it. He alone brought down an empire, an institution of power that had stood for centuries.

Deep in the slumber, the emperor shifted in his bed. A bead of sweat ran down his forehead as his heart beat furiously in his chest.

"Your Highness..." a low voice called out from within the darkness of the dim room.

The emperor lifted his eyelids, his gaze latching onto the woman before him. She lowered her head dutifully, unknowingly granting the young man a view of her large breasts. "Mother." The man... no, boy's voice was akin to a hushed whisper.

The woman veiled by darkness lifted her head, and a smile formed across her plump lips. "The Dukes await you, my lord." She said, her voice an alluring mixture of admiration and passion.

The young emperor sat forward from the warmth of his bed, his gaze darting around the familiar chamber. "What do the Dukes want now?" He asked. Thunder boomed in the skies with every word.

"I believe they are requesting formal assistance with the bandit crisis," the woman's voice carried a wisenese only earned with age.

The emperor helped himself to his feet, yawning. "Hadn't I sent the demons to deal with the bandits?"

"They met a challenge, it seems. John, get ready. You have little time," she urged.

John's eyes darted down as he examined his attire. Too laid-back, he decided, and swiftly changed into his usual formal attire.

Wordlessly, the lady lifted a glass mirror from her dress and positioned it before John. The young emperor smiled, taking in the sight of his exotic blue eyes, and messy blonde hair. This was the trademark look for every ¿?¿? before him.

"Thank you, mother."

The lady extended her arm to cup her son's cheek. There, she held tightly, unwilling to let go. "It truly does make me happy to see you following in the steps of your father." She remarked.

Emperor John placed his hand above his mothers' and smiled. His second hand slowly reached out, and wrapped along her waist, resting firmly on her hip. "I think the Dukes can wait a few more... hours,"

The lady giggled, her raven hair blowing with the cold winds filling the room. With her eyes as green as emerald, she peered into her son's blue eyes. "... Maybe, we have some — "

Before she could finish, she found herself being lifted off her feet and thrown onto the bed. Her giggles filled the room as she struggled underneath her son's weight. "John. Stop it. Come on." She laughed.

John fought with his mother's dress, searching for a zipper. The lady continued her cacophony on laughter beneath him, as he reached out and tugged at her dress. Finally, the dress slipped down his mother's waist, leaving her only in her undergarments.

"You look beautiful," John said dreamily as he planted his lips onto his mothers'. The lady let out a low breath, fighting down the urge to moan into her son's mouth.

John leaned further onto his mother, overflowing with glee as he felt his mother's bare chest pressing against his chest. The lady was a wonderful kisser. Her lips danced with his in a passionate, yet brutal fight for dominance. Her lips were soft, amazingly so. It was almost as if she had prepared herself for this.

"Oh — John, my love," she moaned into the boy's mouth, all matters of doubt or uncertainty fleeing from his mind. She indulged herself, allowing herself to press deeper into a world she wasn't aware of. This kiss would symbolize the beginning of something wonderful.

Then, the two pulled away, panting and breathing heavily. John reached out and grasped his mother's firm, supple behind, eliciting a gasp from the lady. He dug his hand deep, fondling her exquisite ass-cheek.

"I want to take you, now. I won't wait, nor will I settle. You will be mine, and the entire galaxy shall know it."

The lady only bowed. She too had accepted her faith long ago. Now, she trembled in anticipation of how her son would have her. Would it be gentle, or would he have his way with her?

"Ah, yes, my lord. As is your right to have — ugh! — any women you desire."

Without much fanfare, John wrapped his hand forcefully around his mother's neck and flipped her around. He was as prepared as he would ever be to fuck the lady. The lady wiggled her curvaceous rear.

John didn't respond to her teasing. He couldn't. Lust had filled his mind, rendering him blind to any goal other than fucking his mother's cunt. With his cock out and ready, John pressed himself into his mother unceremoniously, sheathing his cock inside of her from behind.

The lady leaks a heavy moan as her son wiggled around inside of her. "Mhmm... John — FUCK!!" She moaned out as John's cock slipped out of her wet tunnel, only for him to slam it back inside with remarkable ****.

John reached out and held his mother's bouncing breasts in his hands, playing with them as he thrusted his hips forward. In no time, the proud lady is reduced to a panting and moaning mess beneath him.

The young emperor pulled away from his mother's breasts, and grabbed hold of her ass-cheeks, squeezing tighly. A muffled grunt leaks from his mouth as his pushed his waist forward to impale his mother's cunt.

"Aahh... mmh... ahh — HNG! — FUCK! — faster... ahh — FASTER!!" Shs begged, her eyes rolling back into her skull. John watched his mother display an emotion that can only be referred to as euphoric.

Unwilling to slow down or relent, John ensued, fucking her hard into the bed, the bedframe in turn rocking and shaking with his powerful and punishing thrusts. "Fuck... slut..." he hissed.

"Yes! Yes! I'm your slut. Fuck your — UGH! — Fuck your slutty — MMH! — MOMMY!!"

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I blink owlishly as the memory replays in the head. That had been my dream earlier this morning, and yet it stays constant at the forefront of my mind. It is as if my mind wishes for me not to forget it. With increasing hormones, I'm no stranger to wet dreams. But, none of them ever included my mother, and none ever felt so... vivid, surreal even.

I lean down against my bedframe; a sense of uneasiness flows through me. As I reach down to pick up my book, hoping to distract myself from my visions, a golden orb of light materializes in the room. Before I can react, I'm suddenly accosted by a magical assailant. It takes me a few seconds to realize that it's actually just Kitty, my dimension-hopping assitant. This time, she's chosen to appear in the form of a cat. Heh, can't judge.

"Master! I've returned with the information you asked me to acquire," she shouts excitedly.

"Alright. What do you have for me?" I lay down my book beside me.

"I spent all day looking for your friend, master, but she wasn't in her room. In fact, I scoured the entire campus and I couldn't find her anywhere. It's as if someone's blocking my powers."

"So, you came back empty-handed," I said harshly. "Do you think it has something to do with Al'Azar, and whoever may be working with him?"

My assistant nods. "I can't see any other reason for it. It's very difficult for a regular human to hide from my abilities. It's tough for the irregular ones too, for that matter." She stares silently after making that last comment.

I swallow, refraining myself from getting too curious. Hot as she is, it's still to be decided if I can truly trust Kitty. "So, Monica's missing and you have no means of finding her?"

"I apologize for not being more useful, master. Though there is one useful bit of information I do have. Before Monica disappeared, her last known location was in the liberal arts building. She was there with her roommate, Suzie, and Suzie's mother, Zoe Barberry. Perhaps they might have more useful information in the future."

Suzie and her mother are part of Monica's disappearance, I note. "Thank you,"

With those final words, a golden burst of light fills the room, disrupting my vision for a moment. When the light dissipates, Kitty is gone.

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Just before I can prepare myself to sleep for the night, the sound of Jake's ringing phone reaches my ears. Before I can complain, my own phone also begins to ring.

I let out a breath of air, my energy ursurped by the events of the days. With shaky hands, I reach out and grab my phone.

"Hey, mom," I say casually as I answer the phone.

"Hi, sweetie! I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" She asks.

I glance at Jake, who is having similar troubles attempting to to assure his mother's that he's fine.

"No, it's fine. I was just about to go to sleep,'

"Oh, that's good. I was just curious how your first day of classes went. Did you learn anything exciting?"

"I don't care about my classes, I just miss you," I lovingly say. There's something about my charismatic declaration that catches my mother off guard, and causes her to make a slight gasp over the phone.

After a moment or two of shocked silence, my mother eventually speaks: "I'm glad to hear that, baby. I miss you too, but always remember that schoolwork is equally important." There's a pause in the conversation as she ponders on what to say next. "Your father's already planning another business trip for next weekend. We just got back and he already wants to leave again. And without me this time," my mother eventually says, offering the next potential topic.

I sympathize with her plight. My father's frequent 'business' trips had been a major topic during my childhood, and was the cause of many arguments and fights. Still, I'm not entirely sure what to say. At least, not until I overhear Jake speaking to his own mom about her upcoming trip. "You know, you're more than welcome to come up here."

There's another long pause on her end, before shs finally comes back to the phone, almost at a whiper. "Really? You wouldn't mind having an old woman like me visit?"

"Of course not, mom. Jake's having his mom visiting this weekend, but there'd be plenty of room for you the weekend after that." I inform.

"Well... Robert is going away that weekend. And I don't want to be all alone in the house. Oh, what the hell, I'm in!"

"I'll see you soon, mom."

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(AN: You know what they say – "Throughout universes, fictional or otherwise, **** shall prevail." Anyway, what do you think about the chapter? And I must ask, Dream or Vision?)