Perchance to Dream

Her dreams had never felt so real before. She could not remember all of them exactly before she woke, only pieces. Even those pieces felt more like memories of another life than dreams as she remembered them though. Bowing naked before a robed figure, raising her head in adoration. A desire to serve and to please no matter how frightened she sometimes was. A feeling of not being perfect, but that could be fixed, she could be changed. She could become something more, something better she knew it. The feeling of darkness and heat entering her, enveloping and caressing her. Of that darkness giving her strength she had never known.

It had felt like moments since she had closed her eyes but she woke fully and suddenly her hips shuddering through a powerful orgasm. Looking down her hand was covered in fresh cum, coting her fingers in a thick sheet where they were still wrapped around her slowly softening cock.