Enter Lanna's dream: the shy girl three doors down

The horse felt powerful, Aaralon could feel the demonic animal's muscles between his naked thighs. To his surprise, Aaralon watched as his dick slowly rose to a full erection. Hmm. It must be something to do with the magical energy, he assured himself, or perhaps the way the dark mane tickled his balls.

He closed his eyes. Girls. Secret lover. Girls. Concentrate. Who would be a secret lover? Someone shy. Someone near enough to slip a note into his room. Ah-ah! Lanna was shy. Lanna was nearby.

The logic made sense, besides, Lanna was quiet. Small, rather flat but cute and good natured. Aaralon lent forward, uncomfortable aware of how that pressed his stiff cock against the demon, and whispered his instructions. He always had to whisper from now on in. Loud talk could wake him up... or something like that.

... and there he was, sitting on top of the Nightmare and looking down at the pretty blonde as she slept in her bed. He had no memory of trotting down the hallway. Just like a dream, he supposed and made a mental note to try and remember the details.

Lanna's room was neat and tidy. She had a pile of study books on the table. She looked rather smaller than he remembered as she slept quietly below him. She'd tied her hair up, had changed into white pyjamas and had even set a glass of water down on the table beside her bed.

Oh well. Aaralon dug his fingers into the demon's mane and dove into Lanna's dream.