Wanda dreams

"Ugh, this room!" Elsa muttered in disgust as she and Wanda entered, putting their candles in the wall sconces. "It's like medieval!"

"I kind of like parts of it," Wanda answered. "It's all so old and full of history! It makes me think of knights and adventure and quests."

"Like that game you like to play?" Elsa snorted. "Pretending to be warriors and wizards and stuff? Why don't you be a wizard and cast a spell to send us all home. Or at least get some electricity and wifi."

Wanda giggled in response as she pulled her shift over her head. "I wish I could. But it's still kind of cool that this place has been here longer than...than lots of things."

"If you say so," Elsa yawned, undressing and getting into her own bed. "Go to bed and dream of ancient adventures. I'm going to dream of boys and having my phone back."

Wanda smiled at her friend and climbed into bed before blowing her candle out. Her eyes felt heavy and she quickly fell asleep, her breathing deepening in concert with the sleeping Elsa.

And she began to dream.

She saw herself, or rather a fantasy version of herself. She was dressed for work. Work of a sort at least.

She was a tavern maid in what looked like a medieval inn. No, a fantasy inn for she could see the hulking figure of an orc quaffing ale from a tankard. She looked delightful; her firm legs displayed by a short skirt and her top low enough to accentuate her breasts. Her arms, unadorned in real life, were wound with tribal tattoos. She moved about the tavern, serving customers and exchanging banter, and Wanda felt that she had slipped into one of the role playing games she enjoyed, but that her friends had no interest in.

As she passed by the orc on her way back to the bar he reached out a massive hand, seizing her wrist as he stood. She gave a squeak of surprised protest, which went ignored by the tavern keeper and the other customers, and the monster lifted her onto the table, grasping and spreading her legs.

As she squirmed, he pressed his brutish face between her thighs, using his thick tongue to push her panties aside and invade her most sacred place, making her moan with surprise and pleasure.

In real life, the virgin Wanda had never had anyone lick her pussy, although one or two boys had managed to finger her. This was unlike anything she had ever felt, his rough tongue lapping and teasing as she writhed, her dress falling loose and exposing her proud young breasts. She was dimly aware that other inhabitants of the tavern were watching with interest, but none of them looked likely to interfere. And in truth she would rather they did not, for despite herself she was enjoying the brute's rough attention, her sweet young folds flowering open and her nectar starting to flow.

The taste of her seemed to please the orc, for he grunted in satisfaction and tore her panties off with his strong hands, then picked her up and dropped her face down on the table with no pretense of gentleness. She moaned and squirmed, knowing what was coming, standing on her toes to raise her hips to offer herself to him.

With a snarl of triumph, he drove his thick shaft home in her trembling body, his heavy balls slapping against her as she gasped with pleasure at his welcome violation.

For in her dream she was no virgin, but rather an experienced trollop, wise in the ways of fucking and enjoying the pleasure of a male thrusting hard inside her. In her sleep, Wanda moaned, one hand fondling a breast while the other sought her pussy, her fingers teasing it open and finding it's growing damp.

The orc was no gentle lover. He held her hips and pounded away at her, making her squeal and shriek with joy as her orgasm started to build. She loved the feeling of his power, his unstoppable strength, and the hot fatness of his cock which filled her to bursting.

She ground and bucked, pushing herself up and reaching back to grasp his shoulder as she writhed on his impaling shaft. Her nipples were stiff with lust, her proud young breasts flushed with her excitement, and she made high squeaking noises as he lifted one of her legs onto the table and pounded ever deeper into her quivering flesh.

She was making incoherent noises of urgent need as her orgasm built inside her, her nerves quivering with each mighty thrust. She could feel his meat throbbing and pulsing inside her and knew he was close, and knew that he cared little for her pleasure but only for his own brutish needs.

She twisted her head, offering her mouth to be taken, and shuddered as his coarse tongue dueled with hers. It was all she needed to send her over the edge, triggering her spasms, as she squealed into his mouth, her cunt convulsing and milking his thrusting cock, his hot seed spurting inside her as he growled in satisfaction.

So much of it that she could feel some running down her thighs, no doubt blended with her own flowing nectar, and the thought, and the muted cheers of the observers set off another series of orgasms.

The orc slowed his thrusts. pushing her forward onto the table as he drained his massive organ into her fertile young body. She squeezed her cunt around his shaft, wanting to keep him inside her, needing to keep her climactic spasms going.

She looked over her shoulder at him, her face a wanton mask of **** need as she bucked back against him, gasping urgently.

"Roll me over! Rip this dress off and roll me over! Fuck me again you brute! Keep fucking me if you're orc enough! Give me that fat cock and let me look in your ugly face while you fuck me stupid! What are you waiting for! Do I have to get one of these puny humans to finish what you've started?"

The orc grunted, his lips curling in a savage grin, and then without removing her from his cock he spun her around, slamming her onto her back on the table and tearing her dress to rags. He pushing her thighs wide apart and started fucking her hard and deep, making her ripe tits bounce. She shrieked as a new chain of orgasms started, wracking her tender body and driving her into a mindless frenzy of lust as he gave her exactly what she wanted, fucking her stupid.

Wanda awoke suddenly, drenched in sweat, her pussy flowing with juices and soaking the sheets. She had three fingers buried in herself, but it didn't seem like enough after dreaming of the orc's monstrous tool, but she did the best she could. Her fingers ravished her tender cunt, as she tugged and rolled her nipples, biting her lips to suppress the squeals of joy she wanted to emit as she orgasmed.

Panting, she slumped back on the bed, only then aware of Elsa whimpering and moaning across the room, her voice a blend of excitement and fear.

The art in this chapter is the work of Mongo Bongo.