An Unusually Sexual Dream

In her dream, May was standing in a clearing in a forest. Great pines towered over her head, and the sounds of grunting and moans mixed with birdsong. The figures from the book were in front of her, rutting like animals on a blanket.

She saw now the man- Niru?- was blonde, his fingers tipped by wicked black claws, digging into the Qara-woman's hip as he thrust into her, missionary. His face was buried into her red hair, and the arm that wasn't pulling her onto his cock was supporting some of his weight as he rammed her. May saw now her tattoos were a vivid blue- Pictish, she realized, blue lines racing up the woman's thigh, a triple-spiral on her ass, her breasts decorated with patterns. For a moment Qara's face emerged from the tangled mass of red and blonde hair, and May saw a blue line descending from her bottom lip and over her chin as a she moaned into the woods.

The man picked up the pace and May heard the slapping of flesh on flesh, bestial grunts, and smelled the scent of pussy in the air. Qara dug her nails, human nail's, into his shoulder, scoring red marks as he strained for leverage, then pushed hard and deep one last time, his claws trying to drag her by the hip onto his dick. Qara let out a sound that wasn't really a scream or a grunt and pulled Niru down onto her and the two lay there, collapsed for a moment, before Qara ran her feet over the man's thigh. She whispered something in that strange language, and Niru pulled out and pushed himself off her, looking May directly in the eyes.

The man got up, and May saw how well-muscled he was- not like a bodybuilder, but like someone who spent all day doing manual labor, defined calves and biceps, a hint of abs. He was hairy, and the sun caught the blonde hair of his chest and stomach so that it glistened. He approached her, blue eyes locked on her face, while his huge cock glistened with fresh sex.

She was stunned into silence. Not afraid, like she thought she should be, just stunned. He towered over her, taking her face in one clawed hand and turning it side-to-side, inspecting her. He did not speak English, just that strange, garbled language, but she understood now.

"A cute one. A Neither-Both," he said.

He ran a slick hand through her hair, gently grabbing a few strands.

"Dark as a raven, but skin not so light as a northerner's. Pretty little thing."

He got behind her, pushed her towards the woman laying on the blanket. He spoke again, but his words were lost on May once more. She saw the woman had her hips pointed towards her, cum leaking out of her snatch. She flexed her thighs, lifting her ass off the ground.

"Well," said Qara, "don't you want a turn?"

May didn't have to be told twice. She fell on the woman like a creature in heat, her dick rock-hard from the spectacle. She saw for a moment that the woman had a blue tattoo in the vague shape of her womb over her pussy as she pulled her onto her cock. Her chest wasn't massive, but it was certainly nothing to scoff at, her boobs bouncing slightly as May took a few experimental thrusts.

And then her face fell, almost instinctively, into the red-heads neck. The back of May's mind screamed "this isn't like you at all!", but her body moved of it's own accord and drowned out the thoughts. It was warm inside Qara's cunt, and May wanted to fuck until her body stopped working and collapsed into the strange woman. She licked salt from Qara's neck as she dug her fingers into May's black hair.

She knew that this wasn't just a woman's wetness she was feeling, but a man's semen was coating her dick, lubricating her further. She imagine the frothy mess she was making inside Qara's hole and it drove her on, pushing quickly with no conscious mind of rhythm. She heard Qara sigh and gasp as she fucked her, felt her pull her head harder, forcing May's mouth onto her neck. The smell of cunt and sweat was overwhelming.

May felt like she was in some kind state of nature as she felt her dick quiver inside Qara's pussy. She **** herself as deep as she could, her ass tightened up, and felt a her cock spray Qara's insides with girlcum. She pulled out with half a thought, and then loosely collapsed onto the woman, nestling her face deeper into that mass of red hair, planting little kisses along the jawline just because that felt like the right thing to do. She felt like she was melting into Qara's body, then she felt heavy cloth, the blanket, drape over her back. Qara gently ran her fingers through May's hair, and for a second May felt like a kitten being stroked.

She heard that strange language in a voice as pretty as birdsong.

"Sweet girl. We have so much to teach you."