First, a mysterious dream.

Johanna was somewhere warm and dark. She opened her eyes, but couldn’t see more than a couple feet in front of her. Still, she knew she was somewhere underground, and that she wasn’t alone. As the world around her began to shift into place, she felt a pair of gentle arms wrap around her from behind, and a pair of large, soft breasts press against her back. Another woman? Yes. She was with another woman, sitting just behind her. As Johanna relaxed back into the safe, caring embrace of the woman behind her, she realized that they were both naked. For some reason, this revelation didn’t concern her, but another question was nagging at her, so she asked. “Who are you?”

The woman behind her leaned forward, and placed a gentle kiss on the back of Johanna’s head before answering, “I’ve had several names, but that’s not important,” The woman’s voice was soft but strong, and though a part of Johanna realized that she was dreaming, something about the woman and her words still felt very, very real. “The important thing is you, Johanna. You’re very special to me.”

The woman kissed her again, this time leaning forward so that her lips brushed against the side of Johanna’s neck, just below her ear. Johanna caught just a glimpse of bright red hair. The woman’s kisses were at once comforting and electric, and Johanna felt her body reacting positively to the other woman’s attentions, which now included a bit of gentle groping and caressing. The captain had never been intimate with another woman before, but she certainly wasn’t opposed to the idea. The mysterious woman behind her seemed to have intentions beyond mere physical pleasure, though, because even as Johanna’s nipples began to harden and her blood started to pump faster, the woman spoke once more. “What do you want, Johanna?”

The captain reached behind her, burying her hand in the other woman’s thick red hair, “I don’t want you to stop, if that’s what you mean.”

The woman’s laughter was high and musical, and Johanna felt warmer and more alive just hearing it, “I can see that. But honestly, Johanna, now that you’re here on my island, what is the one thing you want the most?”

The woman’s attentions were more direct and powerful, now, and Johanna felt hands caressing both of her breasts, and her abdomen, and her legs, and her sex, all at once. Yet another hand on Johanna’s chin kept her head in place, allowing the woman to pepper kisses up along her jawline without allowing the captain to see anything more than flashes of red hair. Of course, as the pleasure and energy continued to build within Johanna, the fact that she had yet to see the face of the other woman seemed much less important. And besides, she had an important question to think about. “I don’t know,” She admitted between sensual sighs, “I’m not sure what I want.”

The redheaded woman continued to use her many hands to play over all of Johanna’s most sensitive spots, leaving trails of pleasurable fire everywhere she touched. Johanna suspected that the sensations she was feeling weren’t exactly typical of sapphic love, but she was beyond the point of caring about that, lost in the pure sensual dream she had found herself in. A hand hooked its fingers into Johanna’s cunt, and sent the captain tumbling into an orgasm. “I love you, Johanna, but I can’t help you if you don’t know what you want,” Her hands continued to pleasure Johanna, but she began to turn the captain’s head so the two women could finally face each other. If the captain wasn’t in the middle of what seemed like the most powerful orgasm of her life, she would probably have been terrified at what she saw. A thick mane of fiery red hair framed a glowing, golden face that was perfectly feminine and beautiful, but for a few minor, yet alarming differences. The woman had two pairs of eyes, one below the other, and each eye was different: one filled with fire, the next a deep, empty pit of blackness, the third filled with clouds, and the last seemed to contain an entire ocean. Her mouth was framed by pale green lips, and filled with rows of shark teeth, but Johanna knew she had nothing to fear. She leaned towards the mysterious creature and the two women shared a long, passionate kiss. Johanna’s orgasm was winding down, and she knew the dream would be ending soon, too, but the mysterious woman spoke one last time before everything faded away.

“You’ll dream of me again, Johanna. And next time, I’ll expect an answer.”