Someday they will all beg for it...

As soon as my eyes closed I could smell something sweet. I never experienced anything quite like it before, but it was delicious. I reached out for it in the dark and I could feel my body stretch and twist like a snake as to get closer to it. It was soft and warm, making me want to squeeze it tight, and as I did I found it leaking juice. My head moved in and I drink up the sticky sweet nectar that wasn't honey, but slightly tangy. It was the single best thing I'd ever tasted and I devoured it wildly like a man finding water in the desert.

Then there is a quiet voice in my head, <Drink, yes more!>, and my hands reached out to explore this treat. They roamed around it and I felt the softness continue up and around the contours of a spindly pair of legs and boney hips. There was also a breathless moan, full of desire and I knew it is a woman in the throes of passion. I didn't stop drinking from the leaking gash and let my hands travel up.

I found her small soft, warm pillows that plumped and swelled to my touch. Slowly my brain started to work and as my hands brushed the hard tips of nipples when I finally realize I'm between a woman's thighs, and the gash I'm drinking from is her womanhood. I got even more excited and thought this was the best and most realistic wet dream I'd ever had and embraced it full ****.

I renewed working my mouth, going up and around the small tight pussy lips, and probed inside with my tongue, caressing every nook and cranny until I found a hard little nub at the top. When the tip of my tongue brushed that the woman under me gasped and I knew I'd found a sensitive spot. I twirled my tongue up and around it, and she writhed with pleasure, her moans now became more gasps and guttural. Her breathing quickened and then suddenly she shook. Her pussy convulsed and a veritable torrent of juices shot out in an attempt to drown me.

I sucked down every drop I could when everything started getting fuzzy and bright. I could tell the dawn must be approaching and I struggled to hold on to this wonderful dream. Then a shaft of light struck me and I realized I was in Kouki's bed, nestled between her splayed thighs. This was the most vivid dream I'd ever had, but it was just a dream, wasn't it?

Then suddenly my eyes snapped open. I was still in my bed, right where I belonged, but Kouki was missing. I wiped my damp brow and thanked the gods that it had in fact been a dream after all. The sun had already risen and I must have slept in. It's no wonder, though as it was a really good dream, despite how wrong it was I still grinned to myself thinking about it.

"Good morning!" Kouki cheerfully greeted me with a smile as she came inside with a bucket of water.

"Morning," I groaned as I stretched off the sleep. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, I'm just starting a stew for dinner before I get to work on sewing your new set of clothes," she answered happily.

"You don't have to rush that," I said puzzled by be sudden good nature towards me. She'd been so angry with me yesterday I thought I'd be in the doghouse for at least a week trying to get back into her good graces.

"Nonsense. You need to replace those old worn-out clothes and I happened to get lucky with snagging that beautiful bolt of fabric. Don't worry, it won't chafe your delicate skin." She said that last bit with a mocking voice at the end, pretending to be Azami, and made me laugh with her.

"Well, great! Thank you!" I said eagerly. I don't know what happened, but Kouki was the friendliest that I'd ever known her, and I didn't want to jinx it. "What more do you need from me?"

"Nothing at the moment," she responded happily. "I finished measuring you while you were asleep."

I felt a little uncomfortable with that, thinking of her pawing at my naked body while I slept, but then I dismissed that with the memory of my very vivid dream. I figured I'd call it even.

I got up and dressed while she cooked and wondered what to do today. I should really find a way to fix the plow, but I'd need some tools for that. Mister Takahashi might have some in his basement, and it's not like he'd need them being away at the war. Then again I had a few coppers. Maybe old Mister Cho's pawnshop had something pretty that I might be able to afford as a thank you to Kouki for making the new clothes for me. Or I could just goof off as normal.