Fucking and dreaming.

True to her word, Elara’s appetite for sex was impressive. After climaxing no fewer than six more times against Elara’s mouth and hands, the tattooed woman had declared it “Good enough,” and promised to “Do better next time.” Johanna was utterly exhausted and extremely satisfied by this point, so she didn’t argue, and the two lovers held each other snugly atop the soft bed and drifted off to sleep.

And to dreams.

Johanna wasn’t sure whether or not she was surprised to find herself falling through the now-familiar darkness. On the one hand, she was no longer sexually frustrated or pent-up, which eliminated those feelings as the cause for these dreams. But she was still here, on the island, and the rain was still falling outside, and perhaps these dreams would haunt her forever.

At the end of the fall, this time, she was in a cave. And, of course, she was naked. The dark cave was cool, and Johanna instinctively moved to cover herself up, but found her hands quite immovable. As the dream continued to solidify around her, Johanna realized that her hands were bound above her head, and a collar was fastened around her neck, putting her in a position not unlike the one they had left Bone in this morning.

Bone. Right. Johanna took a quick look around the cave, but didn’t see the silhouette of the large man anywhere. She did find another, smaller shape, though, just to her left. A shape she had grown quite familiar with today.

“Elara?”

The woman in question rose her head. Like Johanna, she was in an uncomfortable position, collared and tied to the wall, arms restrained above her head. “Johanna? Where am I? What’s going on?”

Johanna considered the question. She knew, of course, that she was dreaming, though, so she said as much. “It’s okay. This is a dream.”

Elara shook her head. “This is not okay. Something is wrong.”

“No,” Interrupted a powerful, masculine voice, “This is right.”

Johanna turned her gaze away from Elara and found that Bone had made his entrance at last. He was not tied up, though he was naked. He loomed dangerously above the two women, before approaching Johanna. His erect cock bobbed enticingly as he walked, and Johanna felt her mouth watering. It made a certain kind of sense, she supposed. Even though she no longer felt sexually deprived, thoughts of Bone, of sex, and of the day’s events were surely still circulating in her mind. And, given the recent trend of dreams, Johanna didn’t see anything particularly concerning about the fact that, once Bone reached her, her mouth was already beginning to open in anticipation.

“That’s right, Stern. Open up for me.” Bone encouraged, his cock drifting ever closer to her mouth. Johanna strained forward as much as her tether would allow, the soft leather of the collar digging into her throat as she did.

“No, no, no,” Elara’s voice chanted softly, “No, no, no, no…” Out of the corner of her eye, Johanna saw Elara struggling against her bonds, trying to escape. Johanna felt sorry for the poor woman, but as it was only a dream, she allowed her attention to drift back to the more pressing matter, which is to say, the cock currently prodding her face.

Johanna tilted her head in an attempt to capture Bone’s cock in her mouth, but with her limited range of movement, she only succeeded in rubbing the firm rod against her cheek and lips. She panted hungrily up and bone, ready and willing to fall into whatever carnal pleasures this dream had in store. The pirate, in turn, took hold of her hair, holding her in place as he finally shoved his cock into her waiting mouth.

Johanna moaned exuberantly around his meat. In previous dreams, she’d been somewhat restrained, reserved, but no more. She set into action quickly, gurgling and slurping at Bone’s thick cock as he fed it in and out of her mouth. She could still faintly hear Elara, and knew she must be watching as she fellated him, but Johanna didn’t care. She would make time for Elara in the waking world. Right now she belonged to Bone.

“That’s it, Stern,” His voice praised, “Good girl.” Johanna found herself enjoying the praise, enjoying her restraints, and definitely enjoying Bone’s cock in her mouth. If anything, it tasted better than it had in that first dream. Part of her couldn’t wait to sample it in the real world, but then, they would have to find Bone and capture him again, first, wouldn’t they? Or, perhaps, as this dream suggested, let him capture her. “Yes,” Bone spoke, seeming to reinforce the idea in her head, “Keep sucking. Soon, Stern. Soon, I’ll- Ack!”

Elara, angry and suddenly unbound, cut Bone off with a devastating kick. The **** of the blow sent Bone, and his tasty cock, flying across the cave and into the dark. Johanna, dazed, looked up to see Elara glowing in the darkness, her tattoos giving off a strange, blue light. “Weird dream,” Johanna muttered, wondering where the sudden shift in tone came from.

“Yeah, weird dream,” Elara grimaced, before kneeling down in front of Johanna and placing her palm on the captain’s forehead, “But you really need to wake up now. On the count of three. One… Two… Three.”

The blue light intensified, blinding Johanna and abruptly ending the dream in dramatic fashion. As Johanna blinked her way back into the waking world, she decided that this one was the least satisfying yet. Eyes opening, she found herself staring into Elara’s concerned face. “Elara,” Johanna said, still blinking away the lingering memories and sensations of the dream, “Good morning.” Elara frowned at this, and Johanna shifted uncomfortably in the bed, “What’s wrong?”