Whore in the bedroom

“Well then, finally some alone time.” Eris’ voice comes to your ears through the fog of dreams. Your eyes flicker open to see the goddess sitting next to you where Chrissy should be, and you can feel her running her long delicate fingers through your hair. “I’m sure you have a lot of questions, Jimmy. I might have some answers for you. But there’s always a price for everything. Especially knowledge and magic.”

“What kind of price?” As disorienting as this is, even in your dreams you’re pretty quick on the uptake.

“I like you Jimmy, so this is a price I’m pretty sure you won’t mind paying.” With that, she reaches under the blanket and her hand closes around your cock. “Have you ever heard the old saying? ‘A woman should be like a maid in the living room, a chef in the kitchen and a whore in the bedroom.’ We’re not in the living room or kitchen.”

That’s all the invitation you need. You reach up and grab a handful of that wild black hair and yank her down so that her face smashes into the pillow. Maybe it’s lucid dreaming but you’re suddenly behind her looking at that big old butt with the moonlight streaming through the window lighting it up. “That’s it. It’s your dime boy! Use me!” She grunts into the pillows as you rapidly penetrate her, immediately bottoming out. Goddess pussy is a little different from that of mere mortals. Either that or your personal Bitch Goddess does her kegels, because you can feel her hot cunt massaging your manhood as you slam into her repeatedly.

She seems to be pretty eager for it, bucking back against you with each thrust and screaming like a pornstar. If you were awake you’d be concerned that the neighbors would be calling the police. “Yes! Shove that nasty mortal dick in me! Give it to me!”

You grab hold of her hair once more and pull her head back as you plow into her like a piledriver. You’re fairly certain you won’t last long but damned if you’re not gonna try. You snake one hand around her throat and use it as leverage to piston in harder.

Suddenly you’re no longer behind her but on top of her. Your hands are clasped around her neck as she writhes beneath you and you continue to fuck as her face starts to turn red. She’s no longer screaming but her hips still rise to meet your with each thrust. You watch her full breasts bounce in rhythm with your mutual erotic horizontal mambo.

You lay on your back as she sits astride your crotch, riding you with her head thrown back, her hips grinding into yours. She stops suddenly, whole body seizing up, mouth open in a silent scream. Either her anatomy is vastly different from that of humans or she’s cumming like crazy on your cock. Feeling like you’ve somehow won this round, you allow yourself to relax enough to release your own load inside of her sodden cunt.

She collapses on top of you, your slowly shriveling member still inside her, and sighs contentedly into your chest. A blissful moment of peace, and then she looks up at you with that knowing grin and says “You’ve paid your price. Ask your questions. I promise you truth but not clarity.”