Dreams and Nightmares

A few hours later...

They both laid back on the bed naked and sweaty, Seravana curled up next to him with her head on his shoulder. "That was... intense whew, more than usual" she said looking at him.

Fraum winced guilty "was I too rough?"

She smiled "no I wouldn't say that. Just, you seemed more... pent up."

He smiled wryly "I guess today was a bit of an emotional dragon ride."

Seravana pouted as she sat up and mounted his lap. "I guess seeing such a pretty girl in various states of dress all day is pretty taxing" she said with her hand on his chest.

Fraum took it in stride and said "well that combined with a nerve racking summoning ceremony, where I saw my girlfriend get a dragon meaning she might move to the capital without me. Finding a new world and coming to terms with the fact I'm the only connection and that a lot rides on that. Dealing with a morally stunted guardian. Then nearly dying. And yes seeing her in many states of dress intermixed in all that is pretty discombobulating."

Seravana, having all that pointed out, felt kinda guilty for being a little overly jealous. She laid her chest on his with her face inches from his and said "sorry. It's just seeing you with her, and imagining that you'll spend pretty much every day with her is a little... nerve racking."

Fraum smiled and said "do you wish you were in her position? Being my sexy guardian I summoned from another world? And stay by my side all the time for years on end?"

Seravana smiled, "that doesn't sound bad at all."

"What about the last year we've had together? Would you trade that for her position?" Fraum asked.

Seravana thought it over, the day they met, the classes they had together. The small moments, the big moments. Their first date, the first kiss, their first night together. "I wouldn't trade those moments for all the seven, ah eight, worlds" she said contently.

"Me neither..." he whispered "...now get your tits off me, woman. Before I catch my breath and push you down again. We have to start packing early to get going tomorrow. We need rest."

Seravana sat up and used her arms and shoulders press her boobs together. Though being only slightly smaller then Alia's, on Seravana's smaller frame made them seem more bulbous. She slid herself further back putting her chubby butt on his penis and started grinding a bit. "I'm up for a round two if you are, besides most of tomorrow will be spent riding in a carriage. I'll let you rest then" she said tauntingly.

Fraum, feeling his blood rush, took her challenge.

Meanwhile...

Alia was fast asleep, however a lot was going on in her head.

In her dream she was at home again, with no care in the world. Eating her favorite foods, playing her favorite games, reading her favorite books with no responsibility whatsoever. Then came her dreaded training she never understood why she had to do. Her brothers were warriors, her sisters never had to use the strength they've built and her father was the strongest man in the world. She was always guarded with the highest class experts. Danger would never make it far enough where she'd need to use her strength. And if it did there's no way she could stop it.

However she, like everyone, listened to her father. Well especially her, with limited expectations she rarely ever saw disappointment in his eyes towards her. However those rare few times made her never want to see it again. So she made sure to do the bare minimum to at least keep that from happening, however like this she never excelled.

Arriving at the training hall in her training garb she got ready for her lessons. When she arrived though she was surprised to see her whole family there. Father, mother, brothers, and sisters. To which she was told by her teacher that they were here to inspect her progress. Which seemed weird to her but she accepted it and went on as usual.

First she did the meditation phase, where you'd take in the world's energy until you couldn't anymore. Then the next was physically intense exercise. Which would basically burn and purify the energy as it slowly became permanently infused in your body. From bone, to blood, to muscle. It would strengthen every part of you.

Thinking her session was done she was about to leave until her father asked "how's her combat training coming along?"

Her teacher smiled and said "why don't we test her?"

Her father looked at her and asked "what do you think about Alia?"

"Whatever you want father" she answered nervously.

"Ok let's put her up against an equal opponent" her father suggested.

In walked in a boy her age, he looked fairly average. However he was wearing foreign looking clothing, with a black cloak with white accents. She could swear she'd seen him before but couldn't place him. "Take him down as quickly as you can Alia '' her father ordered.

She nodded "yes father." While getting into a defensive stance. The boy stood on the other side of the arena with a confident smile, with no defensive guard or stance. He left himself completely open like he knew she couldn't ever hurt him.

Her instructor yelled "fight!"

And Alia took off, in less then a second her fist was coming straight for his face with no mercy. However it inexplicably stopped an inch from him with a large gust of wind. Alia was confused, and the boy still had a confident smile. She then went for a roundhouse kick, which also stopped about an inch away from his head. Alia brought her foot back and rebalanced. She tried to think for a second, but didn't understand what was going on. Suddenly she felt his hands on her shoulders, she looked up at him still with that devilish confident smile. She then felt him grab ahold of her outfit and pull in opposite directions.

Shhrip!

She heard a loud ripping sound, before a couple gasps and giggles. She looked to her left over to see her brothers trying to hold in laughter. Her sisters and mother had red faces with hands on their mouths like they'd just seen something shocking. However, worst of all her father had disappointment written in his eyes.

She looked down to see herself in familiar but foreign undergarments. Black stockings and heels with a silver accented garter belt, a tiny black and silver thong, and a matching corset. Though this didn't make sense. For one she was just bare foot in her training garb, and the corset would definitely fall apart after any strenuous movements of her torso. Hearing some more noise she looks over to her right to see... the crowd from the summoning ceremony. Frozen in embarrassment she didn't realize the weird connection of two rooms that shouldn't fit together. She desperately wanted to hide and get away from her fathers disappointment.

However from behind her she heard "well, well what do we have here!"

She looked over to see her entire family held hostage by multiple clones of a familiar rugged looking robber. All holding daggers to their throats, ready to kill. Alia had a reoccurring thought of a certain scene in an alley. Except all that was remembered was being **** to strip, with some recollection of someone in a similar position her family was in.

She looked at the man, or the multiple versions of the man and said "You!? Weren't you dead?!"

The one she focused on, with his dagger to her dad's throat, laughed and said "did you really think I was done messing with you? And enjoying the incredible show?"

Again the embarrassing memories flashed through her head. Taking her dress off, presenting her butt, untying her corset and uncovering her bountiful chest, dropping her thong showing her untouched tulip sticking out of an expertly trimmed silver bush, and finally bending over to display her big butt. With nothing but high heels, stockings and a garter belt on nothing important was covered yet instead made a sexy and embarrassing contrast. Making her feel more naked.

Thankfully the memory seemed to be interrupted there. However, it now seemed the nightmare only just began. The man laughed again "since my fun was cut short I think we should start from the beginning. Luckily you already seem to have gotten started, and with a great audience to watch along. I hope you don't mind I bring in a few more members to see, they are quite frustrated after losing a fight. So this type of show will surely cheer them up."

Suddenly four more men appeared around her, they were the friends who had surrounded the alley and then knocked out. One of them wolf whistled, then said "so that's what was under that pretty dress, can't wait to see the rest. Guess you'll be showing us a good time instead."

They all laughed before another said "sadly I wasn't the one to rip that pretty dress off, but it sure did shut you up like I guessed. Now come on pretty girl show us your titties!"

Alia gritted her teeth in anger from the humiliation, while still feeling extremely ****. The man holding her father slyly smiled before yelling "Well?! You heard him. Take off the corset, show everyone your titties, and for fun give us a shimmy. So we can watch them bounce around. And don't think about hesitating or questioning anything I say for a second, or else I'm going to kill this old man and the two boys. Then I'm going to rip the clothes of these three equally sexy women and show them off to the crowd before letting myself and my friends take turns 'having fun' with them while you watch. Ok? Got it?"

Alia gulped, before slowly pulling the cord on her back out of its knot. Letting the corset fall off her, and her perky breast bounce free. Her big puffy nipples quickly hardened, shrinking to the size of quarters. Closing her eyes and shrinking into herself she gently swayed her chest. All the men and the audience laughed, causing her to cringe. "Good! But just be sure you give my friends a good milkshake, before doing so for your adoring fans out there" the man ordered.

She did as told, repeating the action several times.

"Great, now that cute little ass of yours, be sure to bend over and give everyone a great sight" he ordered next.

Complying again, her heart beat in her chest, and her luckily still covered crotch was burning, as she wiggled her juicy ass for everyone to see. The entire time every face seemed to haunt her. The perked smile of the muggers. The embarrassed and disappointed looks of her family and servants. Then the unclear mass in the audience who seemed to have a range of emotion. Mostly just enjoyment of her misfortune.

Being lost in all the faces, she didn't realize she was still shaking her ass at everyone. Until a firm smack hit her butt. “Love to see your so eager princess! Now time for me to have my fun while all my friends and your family watches” the gross robber said, grabbing onto her arms to hold her from the back.

Alia was horrified and begged for something to save her.

And with that thought the grip on her arms seemed to disappear and a familiar cloak enveloped her body. She looked back and a familiar memory of that average boy beating that perverted robber to **** played over. Here she noticed a look of anger in his eyes. Not the type from having his life threatened, instead it seemed as if he was angry for her sake. Why hadn’t she noticed this before, she wondered to herself.

She felt grateful, then felt guilty for not being grateful in the moment. “I wish that I could go and thank him” she thought.

Once Fraum was done with the man he walked over to her and gave her a comforting hug. His body felt warm against hers, his steady breathing almost hypnotizing. The dreamscape around her seemed to fade.