Wriggle Loose

No. Even though you have no idea of what to do, you cannot let things keep going like this without at least TRYING to get out of it. That is easier said than done though, as the pleasure is becoming a maddening fog that is harder and harder to think through.

That pleasure only grows as Selena/Not-Selena wraps her legs around your waist to pull you in as deep as you can go and you tense your kegel muscles to hold on for just a bit longer. "Oh," you groan, "How I wish I could make you run away with me instead. Not to your kingdom but to some private place nobody could ever find us where you would be mine and mine alone. No longer a queen but simply my mate and mother of my children forever."

"I would!" Not-Selena/Selena gasps, their voices almost perfectly one now as they waver back and forth in time with how their flesh wetly slaps against yours, "I will! Do it, Darling! I would break happily! So, Darling... b-b-BREAK MEEEEE!"

No! you grunt, Gotta... Selena! Snap.... out of it!

You rack your brain in the few seconds you have remaining and the thought hits you that, if you are pulling on the Soul Rein in real life, maybe you can try to "wiggle" it a little. Your shaky magical senses try to probe out through the dream, finding the very small sliver of reality that is the power you are generating between yourself and Selena. It creates a strange situation where the power in the dream is still pulled tight while the power in reality loosens ever so slightly. That disconnect in sensations seems to shake Selena out of her daze a little, and while she is still moaning in pleasure she is looking at you with more focus when she is the one beneath you instead of Not-Selena.

Her hand reaches up for your cheek and then... the dream you loosens his grip on the Rein as well. "No..." you say, "But that would destroy what I love about you most. And... I could never take your free spirit from you."

That slip of control is enough for Selena to power through and you feel your dream self yanked out of the body even as Not-You redoubles his efforts, going to plant his load inside his Not-Selena lover. As you find both your and Selena's consciousness floating away from the scene, Not-Selena screams out the name of her lover as she climaxes.

"R-R-ROH'DEMUS!"

You should probably be more concerned with that but, at the moment, you have other more immediate things to deal with as the dream fades to black. Floating in the now black void, you and Selena lay down side-by-side. Looking over at her, you see her face is a bright red and her eyes are small swirls as she recovers. "Are... you okay?" you ask.

"Will be," she groans, "Panties... gonna be a mess... in the morning."

The two of you are silent for a few seconds as Selena eventually recovers enough to sit up. "I... should get going," she finally says, "And maybe we should keep it to you visiting me until you can control your dream energy better. No offense."

"None taken," you reply as that is a reasonable request given what just happened, "See you soon?"

Selena smiles at you even as she begins to fade out. "Definitely. Have a good night, Darling."

The casual, off-handed way she says "Darling" makes you wonder if she was even aware of how she addressed you before she vanishes from your dreamscape. That could be... interesting to remember for the future too. You sigh and look up, noticing a thin sliver of red light above you.

And you groan as you open your eyes, awakening just at the crack of dawn. Looking at the clock by your bedside, you see it is an hour earlier than you normally would awaken. Which is just enough time that you possibly could fall back to sleep again but not enough to meaningfully add to your restfulness. You yawn in frustration, trying to pull your mind together enough to try and piece together everything that happened during the night.

Thankfully, it seems you pulled out of the dream soon enough that your underwear is still dry. That does leave you with a serious case of throbbing morning wood though that you wonder if you should do something about.

There is a sudden, soft knock at the door. You look over at Liam, who is still asleep and stagger to your feet to open the door. Standing there, clad in a full torso sized t-shirt that hangs off of one of her shoulders, is Amelia. She looks just as sleepy as you feel but she gives you a little smile as she says, "Kin I commin? Gotta talk. 'less it's twirly for ya."