Forbidden Dreams

Finally, the dragon returned. In contrast to the absolute blackness in which Katharina had waited, its inner glow seemed bright, almost radiant. It showed its fearsome teeth, which it may have meant as a smile. To Katharina, however, it was neither friendly nor reassuring.

He grabbed the end of her chain and pulled her towards him on the bed. She braced herself for the worst. But he did not attack her. Instead, he lay down on his side and pressed her onto the soft furs, one arm draped over her.

Satisfied, he grumbled: "I've never had two human females on the same day. And you really showed me something completely new and exciting out there. Maybe I'll let you live if you keep doing it. But now I'm tired. Sleep to gather strength. You'll need it tomorrow to satisfy me."

Moments later, his quiet breathing showed that he had fallen asleep. Katharina would have liked to talk to him, to hear him out and perhaps learn something that would be useful to her if she had to escape. But she was actually exhausted enough to nod off despite the impending danger. Her eyes fell shut. The cozy warmth of the nearby dragon's body helped her to drift off into a deep sleep.

Katharina knew she was dreaming. She had seen this scene many times before.

She was kneeling in the chapel of the Ordensburg. As tradition demanded, on the night before her elevation to knighthood, she woke in prayer before the altar, naked as a newborn, for this was the transition to a new life.

Roger knelt beside her, as he had done when he had completed his training with her, devoutly immersed in prayer. From the corner of her eye, she could make out his naked body in the dim light of the single candle, which could not compete with the darkness in the windowless room. She couldn't see him clearly because she didn't dare turn her head.

But she didn't have to, because she had seen him often enough during training, swimming and bathing. The order trusted its disciples to keep their vows of chastity out of inner conviction, so there was no physical separation or false shame between members of the order of any gender. But in her dreams, Katharina often thought sinfully of her confrere; and in the dream world, there were no rules or barriers to keep her imagination in check. Like every time she had this dream, she felt her pulse quicken.

But today's dream was different from the previous ones. Roger had put chains on her hands and feet and she noticed that he was getting up from his seat. Without seeing him, she felt him kneeling behind her. A strange tingling sensation spread through her stomach and, full of anticipation, she tried to guess what he would do next. He slid closer to her and she felt a member between her thighs grow larger and harder.

With strong hands, he pushed her upper body forward until she rested her forearms on the floor and, in this position, stretched her buttocks steeply upwards. His hard-on rubbed along her sensitive, swollen labia as he leaned forward over her and grabbed her freely hanging breasts with his hands. He immediately began kneading and massaging them, sending waves of pleasure through her whole body.

He covered her neck and shoulders with hot kisses. Soon she wanted nothing more than for him to take her as his wife, here and now, abandoning all rules of the order. His staff felt so big and thick and glowing hot that Katharina began to doubt that she could actually take him inside her without being harmed. But caution and fear were feelings that didn't matter here and now. She spread her legs, trying to relax and make herself as wide as possible so that he could enter her. But although their bodies were close together, his hard member slid along her slippery vagina and his hands continued to grip her breasts, he made no effort to finish what he had started.