The dream reaches a climax, and so does Lux

Lux’s breathing becomes ragged as her pleasure slowly builds. The man is on top of her now, pressing her against the bed, and she’s not sure whether to tell him to stop, or urge him to keep going. But no words will come either way.

Above the sound of her own panting, she can hear her imaginary lover’s voice becoming strained. His thrusts are deeper and more urgent, and the rhythm is pushing her over the edge. It feels so good – but it must mean…

Even in the dream, Lux feels a thrill of fear. She can’t let this man cum inside her, no matter how good he’s making her feel. Can she? Her lack of control, facing a sudden abyss where her future is no longer hers to decide, is terrifying – even if the sense of risk seems to somehow excite her –

No, that’s not what I want! She tries to tell him to pull out, but she can only murmur wordlessly, her gasps growing more intense, as…

The sensations are too much. The warmth in her abdomen overflows in waves that overtake her whole body, and she lets out a gasping moan as she surrenders to the overwhelming feeling. All thoughts and worries are drowned out in the flood. And even as the shuddering pleasure drowns her other senses, dimly – even though it has to be her imagination – she’s sure she can feel him against the entrance to her womb, filling her up.

But it doesn’t matter, does it?, she thinks, as she drifts into deeper sleep. It’s just a dream…