I have a nightmare

It is dark and cloudy. Like night is about to fall, but you don’t know for sure because there are too many clouds. I can see a field full of stones. There are also some people there. People I recognize. Mom and dad. And grandma. Even Emma and Oliver. But they are all dressed in black and they are crying. Why are they crying? Darx is there is well. He is with Amelia. What is that slut doing with my man? More importantly. What is my man doing with that slut! Then I see the stone they are all standing in front of. There is something written on it.

“Here lies Mia, who died while adventuring.”

I wake up with a loud gasp. I breathe heavily and my body is wet from sweating. What the hell did I just dream?! I died? And Darx moved on? No, no, no. This is so wrong. Why am I having this kind of nightmare? My hands are even shaking again. Just like after the ambush. And when did I start crying?

I try my best to stop from crying, but it does the opposite. More I try to stop the more tears come flowing instead. I can’t. I have to be strong. I …

That’s a lie. I am not strong. I never have been. I always pretended to be for Emma. She was my motivation to never show my weakness. But my true self came out when Emma left with Oliver to Riledo. I didn’t just cry. I bawled. Mia the crusader is a fake. In truth, I am just a weak pathetic little girl who can’t even go on a quest without getting traumatized. Darx. Where are you? I need your strength. Because I don’t have any of my own.

“Mia? Are you alright?” I hear next to me.

Shit. My crying must have woken Roland up.

“It’s nothing.” I say and I lay back down with my back towards him. But my tears keep flowing.

“You were breathing heavy. You weren’t masturbating, were you?” Roland asks.

“I said it’s nothing!” I say angry.

I feel Roland turn in the bed, obviously wide awake now and he says, “Ok. With a response like that, now I know something’s going on. So, fess up.”

I ignore Roland, keep my back to him and continue wiping the tears off my face.

“Dammit, Mia. Talk to me.” A frustrated Roland says.

I then feel his hand on my shoulder and he pulls, causing me to roll on my back. Now he can see my face, wet with tears. He looks at me with a combination of worry and concern.

“Mia. What’s going on?” Roland asks softly.

Normally I would have told him to shut up and fuck off. But in the state that I am right now, I told him everything.

“I … h-had a dream … about the ambush … a-a-and you weren’t on time.” I say between sniffles. “A-and then I saw … m-my family … a-at m-m-my grave.”

Rolands expression softens and he says, “Ah Mia. You don’t have to worry about that. I saved you.”

“B-b-b-but w-what abo-bout n-next t-time?”

“Hey hey, shhh.” Roland says with a soft voice while he caresses my hair. “Next time, I’ll be there too, you hear.”

I reach out with my hand and grab his wrist. I need strength, but I don’t have any of my own. I need someone to lend me his.

Roland then cups my face with his hands and he whispers, “I’ll also be there next time. And the time after that.”

I know he’s trying to help me, but tears are still running down my face and are wetting the pillow under my head.

“Y-you … you promise?”

“I do.” Roland whispers. And then, he places his lips on mine.

At first, I don’t know how to respond. But my sniffling starts to slow down and my hands stop shaking. I don’t know how but it feels like, if I were a castle, I would have been made out of snow. And Roland feels like a hot summer sun. I am melting for him.

The tears stop and I feel so much more at ease. I slowly open my mouth and Roland’s tongue gently enters. And when his tongue finds mine, I don’t fight back and my tongue plays along with his.

My resistance is just non-existent now. So, when Roland rolls on top of me and pushes his knee between mine, my legs easily part. When he lies on top of me, and his boxers are touching my panties, I feel a hardness pressing against my folds. Then Roland moves his hips and his rod pushes up and down my slit. I break the kiss and gasp out of pleasure, yet Roland quickly gets his mouth back on mine and resumes the kissing. Which I go along with.

I wrap my arms around his back and I feel his muscles. So big. So strong. It feels like he is a shield covering me, keeping out the dangers of the world. Like underneath him, I am safe and secure. And I latch on to him. Or at least until I can find my own strength again.

As Roland is humping me, my pussy starts to respond. She is becoming very wet, causing my panties to become soaked. Based on how Roland’s shaft is pushing between my labia, I can only assume Roland’s boxers have soaked up quite a bit of my juices as well.

While we are making out like this, Roland brings one of his hands between our bodies. He pulls his hips away from mine, leaving my pussy starving for attention. I thrust my hips up, searching for him. What they find are his fingers, which grab my wet panties and pull them aside, leaving my pussy open and ****. Immediately after that I feel a large hot knob pushing my lips apart and pressing against my vagina. And then it goes inside.

The invader stretches my pussy wider than anything in the last couple of months. It is so hard, and hot, and thick and long. It burrowing inside me feels so good that I moan and for a moment, my eyes roll up. Roland then starts kissing the nape of my neck. And with one hand next to my head to keep his torso hovering just above me, and his other hand on my hip to pull me to him, he starts his rhythmic thrusting.

I lose myself in the moment. Secure in the little bubble Roland has created for me. Here I feel safe.

I place kisses on Roland’s shoulder and also on his cheek. My tears have already dried, my nerves have been calmed and my entire being is telling me to just enjoy this moment. And so, I too start to thrust my hips. To meet the hardness inside me and make the feeling even better.

As mine and Roland’s genitals are pleasuring one another, the hand he has on my hips lets go and travels up to my boobs. There he grabs one of my bra cups and pulls it down. As soon as my breast plops out, his hand goes for it. He squeezes it pretty rough, but I don’t mind it. It is the squeeze of a strong, safe hand. I like it.

Roland then pulls down the other cup of my bra, leaving both my boobs and my excited nipples bare. Too bad he needs his hands to keep himself from falling on me. But then he pulls up his knees and curls his back so his head is right above my chest. Now he no longer needs his hands for that, but it also means his hips can thrust less. But it is alright. I’ll just thrust my hips more.

While fuckign myself on Roland’s dick, he grabs both my boobs with his hands and squeezes them as if he wanted to draw milk from them. The sensation makes my eyes roll back again. Goddess, I have never felt this needy before. And then, Roland takes one of my hard nipples into his mouth and sucks on it. The sensation makes my eyes roll back a third time and I open my mouth wide for a long low pleasure filled moan.

For the next couple of minutes, the world around me seems to disappear. It is just me and Roland now. Me and the guy who saved my life. Just me, my hero and the ecstasy we both experience. He kisses my nipples and gropes my boobs, while I fuck his dick, and sometimes we interrupt to kiss. It feels like I have borrowed so much strength from Roland that I have become like a wild animal. A beast in heat.

Eventually, I feel the moment approaching. I’m about to explode. I ride his dick faster, **** for release. My moans are quick and short. Until eventually my entire body is racked by an orgasm the likes of which I haven’t felt in the last 3 months. My pussy convulses around his dick, which keeps fucking me throughout my orgasm, making it feel even better.

Only when I am finished, does Roland finally pull his dick out. I watch how he holds himself above my belly and masturbates until he too orgasms. Thick ropes of hot white goo spurt from his glistening, well fucked dick and land on my flat belly.

After he has unloaded himself onto me, Roland rolls off me. Back to his side of the bed.

He turns his head in my direction and with a breathy voice he asks, “So, feel better now?”

I look at him and reply in a similarly breathy voice, “Yeah.”

“Well then …” Roland says as he pulls the covers back over our bodies. Once tucked it, Roland and I face each other and that is when he finishes his sentence. “… sweet dreams, my love.”

That is when he gives me one last kiss on the lips and we both fall asleep.