The Fantasy Fades. Was it all a dream?

I snapped my eyes open. My hand was still between my legs, the bronze dildo buried in my ass. My mind felt foggy, and I tried to remember what had happened.

I lay in a pool of my own juices, so much… Memory started to come back. I had been masturbating, fantasizing about Mr. Hawk… pretending the dildo was his cock, that he was the one pumping into me… and… something more…

A flash of white fur and a huge monstrous cock filled my mind but as I reached for it the thought vanished and I felt confused, and empty, even with the dildo still in me.

“Lilly!” There was a pounding at the door.

I shook myself out of my stupor, embarrassment reddening my cheeks as I realized I’d allowed myself to fantasize about the Johan Hawk, the blacksmith, my friend, in his own house! A house he was trying to enter but could not due to the long iron deadbolt I had shut earlier when he left…

I got up, searching for my clothes and pulling them on, headless of my still wet cunt. The fire was gone, finally, and I felt… better. My throat wasn’t so dry, my head no longer pounded with a dull ache. I even… felt stronger, lighter, somehow?

There was a thunderous knock and I felt the floor shake, “Lilly! Are you alright!?”

“Yes!” I shouted, realizing I hadn’t said anything to assuage his fears. “Yes, coming!”

I rushed to the door, pulling my shirt down over my breasts, not bothering with my bra, it just felt too restrictive.

I threw back the iron bar with some difficulty due to its weight.