Twisted dream

Fredric found himself in a strange dream, riding heavy waves tied to a raft far too inadequate for the high seas in the middle of the night, up and down the waves heaved slowly but surely, he could feel it vividly, but just as his dream took a terrifying turn when his dingy got turned around with him tied to it, plunging him into the endless ocean he woke into another.

This one deprived of visual cues but the seas remained, for he could feel liquid enter the throat as he struggled underneath the waves that rocked him, an ever so vivid dream, the likes of he only had once before.

He realized he was conscious in this dream at that conclusion, but the sensations persisted, he swallowed by reflex as if he was drowning. The last time turned out to not be a dream after all.

In that revelation the fog of his illusion started to dissipate, the rocking of the waves was the soft flesh of Madelines hip grinding up and down taking his shaft in with wet sloshes as she closed around him. He could feel a hand gripping his hair and pushing him into her massive breast, the breast that seemed to be the reason for his deprived situation.

The liquid poured in frightening volumes as Madeline approached a climax, her moaning ramping under her breath, what was contained within reason now seemed to never cease, perhaps it was the constant sensation of near **** that slowed Fredrics perception of time. As he could not do anything else than accept and swallow what came for it was going down whether he like it or not.

Eventually Madeline came to a satisfied moan, pushing him onto her soft skin as hard as she could with her soft curves pushing all around him, not long after her breast was lifted as it finally seemed to drain.

With a panicked breath of a deep diver who never thought he’d see the light of day, he inhaled to recover the perceived years of oxygen lost. Madeline looked down at him for a moment with a flustered face, her hand that had harshly held his hair now stroked it affectionately.

“Your not done yet my love” she said with a possessive emphasis that was lost on him as his chest heaved while beholding her mammaries change place above him. From one nipple that was damp from his lips, to another that perked and leaked the very sweet and creamy substance he just escaped.

“My love” was the repeating words he heard again as the world darken to the same smothering embrace, he tried to struggle with renewed strength pushing against her, but before he would find himself able to brace against her body he now found it too soft to really push against where he lay.

His hands sunk into her hips and thighs, unable to move them to get leverage further up.

Perhaps she would have noticed his actions if it could continue with the same vigor, but as the warm nectar began to flow and the power of his movement faded back to what was, they became nothing but a soft caresses to entice her further.

With the strange mix of misdirected care and sexual tension Madeline continued happily, enjoying the feeling of his skin making as much contact to her as possible, slowly riding his ever stiff member inside her.

Maybe it was hormones again that made her affection add another dimension, magnified by the effects of his and her traits, or she had realized something that Fredric did not know of. Maybe both

One thing was clear however, eventually she would be satisfied, but it was not until she said so.