Your first satisfaction.

Without anything left to stop the two of you, you grab Charlotte by the wrist and quite roughly drag her upstairs. Turning back to your devotee, she has stars in her eyes as you open the bedroom door and throw her onto the bed. You quickly pull off your shirt, and when you turn back around you see she is already spreading her legs. You know there is no need for foreplay...but inspiration strikes you upon the sight of a certain box peeking out from under the bed. Pulling it out, you instinctively reach for the red ball you see on the top, pulling the straps of the ball gag with it. Walking back to the bed, you see Charlotte's eyes widen and her hands fumbling to pull up her hair as you sit down on the bed in front of her. Albeit quite clumsily at first, you do manage to put the gag onto her and **** her to remain silent. She tries to point at more of what is in the box, but for now this is good enough for you. Without wasting any more time, you plunge your rock-hard rod as deep as you can into her folds, and listen to her melody of muffled cries.

Like with you putting the gag on Charlotte, your first few thrusts are quite clumsy, a sign of your lack of experience when it comes to any sort of sexual pleasure that takes two people, but your stamina prevails as you manage to last enough to get the hang of your well-hung body. Thrusting harder and harder into her at the best pace you can manage, her cries of bliss are near-completely silenced by the ball which she is **** to keep in her mouth. With a smile, you lean down and gently bite down on one of her nipples, eliciting a jolt throughout her entire body. With an eager nod from her to edge you on, you continue to nibble at and tease her erect nipples, thoroughly enjoying Charlotte's quite ample mounds as your cock continues to pound away at her insides.

As your release builds up inside of you, your vision begins to haze over, leaving you only able to focus on Charlotte as you begin to shoot inside of her. You let out a gasp upon cumming into her as it feels as if your load was nearly double that from when you would masturbate. Not just double, though, because it feels like it just doesn't end, spurt after spurt shooting from you until finally it peters off, leaving you panting and collapsed on top of Charlotte's body, your head firmly planted between her titties. With a smirk of satisfaction, you roll off of her, and while you see her remove the ball gag, you don't hear what she says as you pass out.

"Hello, wanderer..."

Suddenly, you find yourself thrusted into the labyrinth, but something feels...off. As your eyes properly open in your dreamscape, what you see isn't the spectre from before, but a very lithe, green-eyed, black-haired woman who stares at you with a grin that you can't quite place. It isn't happy, it isn't smug, it isn't loving...it feels impossible to understand yet at the same time it looks like a grin you have been looking at your entire life. Finally though, you realize something that turns the key in your mind.

"You...you're the spectre!" You yell out, and the shrill, distorted giggle begins to fade out from its altered state into its proper form - a childish laughter that comes from this little girl.

"Yep yep yep! I figured that since you finally got to bang somebody thanks to my gift to you, I could reveal my true form! I mean, you already saw my eyes before, but now you get to see the rest of me!" The once shadow-clad spectre says, and your jaw drops. She looks no older than her early teens, but yet she is here? And for that matter, is powerful enough to change her own appearance!?

"Allow me to explain, Ethan-" the spectre says, conjuring up a set of chairs for both you and herself. "I am what most humans mistakenly would refer to as a guardian angel, a being that in myth is meant to watch over a human for their entire life and guide them to the best decisions possible. That is...technically true, but also they used the wrong methods to get there. It's kind of like using the wrong formula in math but getting the correct answer. So with that out of the way, allow me to properly introduce myself: my name is Lunaris Dunne, your very own personal Dreamspectre!" With a curtsy and a smile on her face, she leaves you with more questions than answers, but the first one namely being...

"Why do you look so young!?" You blurt out loud. A few seconds tick past, and you feel as if you offended her for a few moments before she begins to laugh. And she laughs a LOT. For a few minutes in fact, which feels like an eternity to you as you have nowhere else to look but her.

"Young? I guess my appearance does look childish to your species...to answer you, all Dreamspectres look like this. It's just how our species appear to be, and to answer two things: yes, I am far older than I actually appear, and no, I'm not going to have sex with you or anyone else for that matter. The point of a Dreamspectre is to get other people to enjoy life and have sex and all that fun stuff, not for us to do that!" She teases, before continuing, "Anyways, let me really explain this. So basically, humans throughout history have had Dreamspectres guiding them in their lives. Not all of them, because then chaos and anarchy would be reigning supreme, but more like one every few years? Some people use us for bad, some people use us for good...and then there is you. You're the first person who I have known that has used a Dreamspectre to completely corrupt someone into little more than a sexual puppet like you did with Charlotte, and I got to say...I love it." With another beaming smile, Lunaris rushes over to you, accidentally knocking you out of your chair yet protecting your head from hitting the floor of your own mind with a pillow she makes appear right beneath you. "You are the most fun we've had in a while! Usually everyone either tries to be a goody two-shoes and uses us to go and change the world or whatever, or they go and try to conquer the planet which usually has the same ending: and then they invaded somewhere they shouldn't have gone and died."

Pulling you up to your feet, Lunaris pulls you into a spin that only stops when she grabs you once more and pushes you down onto the ground, your fall once again cushioned by a pillow that grows and evolves into a couch chair of some kind. "But you though, you don't dream that big. You just are a horny vengeful motherfucker who wants to make women who they could never have ever even imagined having talk to them go down on their knees and worship you like a god while they try to get at any part of your body possible! It is exactly what us Dreamspectres have been waiting for, someone who just uses our power for themselves~!" Lunaris lets out a squee that hurts your ears from its pitch, before suddenly summoning a door behind her similar to the one you went through to get to Charlotte's dreamscape.

"Now then, I don't want to waste any more twilight! There's that Regan chick who is absolutely obsessed with you, and you need to go drive that even further into her brain until she goes fully insane without your presence! Come on, go go go go go!" She chants, opening the door and pushing you through it before you even have time to respond to anything that she said.