Slumber

It had been a long day so far. A lot had happened. A lot of questionable things. Emma wasn't quite ready to see just how far down the rabbit hole she could go. The tingle in her crotch begging for orgasm didn't admire her choices, but with a fair bit off effort she was able to calm down.

Sleep came on slowly, with much tossing and turning, and with weird dreams. She saw her parents more than once in her dreams. Never in a happy light. They were dead in her dreams as in life, but still able to watch her with disdain and judgement.

There were also faceless men, and women, trying to seduce and coerce her into enjoying the pleasures of the flesh, but always when her watchful parents were there.

The dreams came in brief broken fragments, as dreams will, sometimes with her pushing away her faceless suitors, sometimes not.

One dream had Emma giving into her admirer. She spread herself wide open, letting a shapeless form that her subconscious mind told her was a woman, put her face between Emma's thighs. She leaned back letting the form lick and tongue her lewdly as her parents shook their heads in disapproval.