You have a strange dream

You sit up with a start. Looking around you find yourself laying down inside the little hut from your dreams, a fur blanket pulled over you. It's still just as dark and musty as you remember it being: bone tools still lie scattered about the place, roots and dried meat hanging from the ceiling, wooden bowls balanced on the rocks around the firepit, and a lazy whiff of smoke drifting up in front of your face. You eye the smoke as it curls and winds up through the air as though a snake dancing in the single shaft of light coming from outside.

You feel your eyes drawn to the seat beside you.

There sits Marcy, who meets your gaze with her green eyes and a smile. She sits cross-legged, her naked breasts hanging down pendulous on her chest. Your eyes drift lower down, and you watch as she moves to cradle her stomach in both hands. You suppress a gasp as you see that she's sporting a very obviously pregnant belly. She idly rubs her distended belly back and forth, and you cannot help yourself but stare. You don't know how or why you know, but you know that this is your doing. Your brow furrows. You can sense, somehow, that there are two distinct somethings in her belly.

"Twins." You mutter. You do your best to remain calm. You're pretty sure this is a dream. But it feels and looks real, it's not the kind of off brand reality that most of your dreams are. You can't look away from Marcy, sitting there, softly smiling at you and gently rubbing her pregnant belly.

Marcy is the first to move, scooting around the fire ring towards you, her breasts and body jiggling all the while. She looks up at you, her eyes flicking from yours to your mouth. She stretches her neck and gives you an innocent peck on the chin. You feel your member stir and then instantly harden. Marcy kisses your collar bone. You feel a unstoppable need to pin Marcy down. You answer that need with passion.

There's no words shared between you as you lay Marcy on her back on the skins that carpet the hut. You get on top of her, pressing your chest against hers as you feel out her opening by touch alone with your now painfully hard cock. Both of you gasp as you connect, and you slide easily and deeply into her insides. You start rocking your hips back and forth, sawing deeper and deeper inside her. You can only get so much purchase though, not wanting to squish her big belly or what now lives inside it. Her eyes are full of admiration, love even, as she stares up at you from under you. She wraps her arms around your neck and pulls you down for a heavy kiss, her tongue invading your mouth before you have time to react. Your thrusting slows as you focus on kissing Marcy back, leaning down on her as you do. The smell of her hair, the taste of her lips, the sensation of her hands on you, the wet heat of her pussy. It all feels good to you. You start to thrust into Marcy again. You feel her bring her legs up around your hips and locking her ankles together behind your back in a classic leglock. She starts to gyrate her hips, fucking you back just as much as you are fucking her.

"John." Marcy whimpers between her wet kisses, grabbing you tighter, squeezing you.

"Marcy." You grunt back, a line of spit dripping down to the floor.

"John." Marcy coos, cinching her arms tight around your neck, her tongue diving into your mouth.

"mufti" You groan as Marcy attacks your lips. Marcy whines into you ear, trying to make words. Then she breaks the kiss.