Dreaming of Raven

You sleep as the nanomachines work the days kinks and other wear from your body. While the machine works you are dead to the world. Deep, dreamless sleep engulfs your body. Eventually however the nanomachines finish their work and you drop back into a normal nighttime pattern. Still deep, but with vivid dreams.

Unsurprisingly considering the stimulus when the dream finds you it's the empath that lives down the hall. You sit astride her knees in a bed. A different bed from the one you feel asleep in, perhaps it is hers? She wears a blue cotton nightie that ends a few inches below her butt. More cute than sexy. But the black panties peaking out for underneath the hemline has gotten your blood flowing.

The way you are sitting presses rock hard evidence of this against her thigh. One of your hands is entwined with a few fingers of each of her hands, nominally holding her hands above her head. But there is no strength in her arms. Your other hand cups her chin. Her violet bangs stick to her forehead with sweat. Her lips tremble as you watch, noting that without makeup they are a pale purple, not the darker shade you are more familiar with.

You press your lips against Raven's and kiss her deeply for a few long seconds. You can feel her body shudder at the contact, but she doesn't pull away. When your lips part you can feel her breath, hot and heavy, against your cheek. You close again and pepper her lips, cheeks and nose with kisses. Your captive moans and sighs in deep contentment as you kiss her. Releasing her chin, your free hand travels down to where her nightie is starting to ride up a bit, coming to rest on her upper thigh. You work your hand into the flesh, feeling small but tight muscles. She turns her head away from the kiss. "Please no," she says breathlessly. You press your lips to the hollow of her throat and slide the hand around so you are now stroking and massaging the inside of her thighs. Your questing lips feel her breath catch in her throat a few times. Your hand moves further upwards, under her nightie and bushes against her panty covered lower lips.

"You have to," her words are interrupted by a gasp as your fingers just begin to explore her sex. "... Have to stop this." You freeze for a second and consider. In addition to being an empath, Raven is an extremely powerful magician. If she really wanted you to stop, she wouldn't be lying here struggling against your hold as you pleasure her mercilessly. She'd have you pinned against the ceiling by your throat without ever needing to get off her bed. You hook a finger under her panties and move them out of the way. Then your fingers begin caressing her slit directly.

A moan escapes' Raven's throat at this. It's very short, but her cheeks heat afterwards. You smile and move from her throat back up to her lips. You capture them in another deep kiss. You run your fingers up and down her sex. She moans, half in frustration and half in pleasure as your fingers continue to languidly caress her lips, never straying too deep inside her or making direct contact with her clit.

Suddenly your eyes snap open. You look around for several seconds before you recognize the bare walls of your room on the Watchtower. You are disoriented and breathing heavily. The dream had felt so real. The door chimes. Someone is outside.