Olive's dream

The cave was small, but at least provided shelter from the howling wind which now blew across the island. The exhausted Olive now lay asleep beside the fire, while Aaralon kept a restless watch. As the girl moaned softly in in her sleep, he glanced at her curiously. Extending his power, Aaralon slipped easily in to her dream....

Disconcertingly the first thing Aaralon saw was himself...or at least an idealised version of himself, a little taller, more muscular, more chisel-jawed than the real thing. Perhaps this was how Olive viewed him? The dream Aaralon was pulling Olive's limp body from the sea, dragging her on to the warm white sand of a tropical paradise, not at all like the rugged, cold little island they were actually marooned on. In her dream, Olive was dressed in a filmy white lace petticoat, which clung wetly to her body. Its hem had ridden displaying her beautiful bare buttocks as the dream Aaralon knelt beside her prone form, pressing his ear to her back.

"No! I shall not allow such a beauty to die!"

Following this somewhat melodramatic declaration, Aaralon watched his dream-self roll Olive over. Knotting his fists in her wet petticoat, he ripped the garment from her body,and, kneeling between her spread legs, he knelt forward, cupping and caressing her small, bare breasts, thumbing the nipples until they stiffened...

In the cave, Aaralon heard the sleeping Olive gave a small moan, rolling on to her back. Her nipples were poking solidly through the shirt he's lent her.....