Wake up to the real world.

You startle awake, the sun of daylight bathing your pale skin. You touch yourself all over, trying to recognize whether your dream about the demon was real or not. Your skin is cool with sweat, and your shorts are soaked in your love juices. You touch your belly, remembering your dream and how the demon had unloaded himself into you. You quickly peel your shorts off your still moist crotch and let your fingers slip inside you to investigate. You feel your maiden head still intact, and your fingers are only stained with your own fluids, no one else’s.

“It was all really just a dream,” you say to yourself, finding that you’re still a virgin and not full of demonic cum. You sigh a breath of relief. Yet despite your relief, you still feel somewhat uneasy as to how real it all felt. You swear you could still sense the feeling of the demon’s cock lingering in your canal. The very thought made you bite your lip as horniness slowly set in. You moved your fingers back to your tender lips and began to probe your hole.

A soft moan escapes your lips as you eagerly massage your tunnel with your fingers, although staying careful not to pierce your hymen by accident. It doesn’t take long for an orgasm to wash over your tingling body. You throw your head back and exhale a sigh of orgasmic relief. However, as your pleasure quickly fades, you’re left unsatisfied. Your fingers are nothing like the feeling of sex you had experience in your dreams. Your own hand would never be capable of giving you the same kind of pleasure a man’s cock would.

You quickly shake your head to get ahold of your thoughts. You have never had sex with a man before. How could you possibly know whether the feeling would actually be better? A dream is hardly a basis for knowing how amazing being plowed by a big, hard cock would feel, how amazing it would be to have it pulse inside you, pushing you over the edge. You shake your head again. “Get ahold of yourself, Luna,” you say. But despite your words, you are unable to get rid of your imminent arousal, nor your fleeting thoughts of how being fucked felt in your dreams.

You pull your shorts back up, ignoring their moistness between your legs. You grab your stuff and decide it is time to continue moving. With a few extra apples under your arm from the nearby tree, you continue moving.

As you travel, you can’t shake the feeling of your leather shorts rubbing against your puffy lips. You’re not sure how long you’ll be able to continue traveling at this rate before doing something foolish, like mounting yourself on an old tree root somewhere. Your eyes wonder to some phallic looking branches on the nearby trees, but you quickly avert them for your own sake.

Distracting you from your horny thoughts, the smell of smoke and grilled meat hits your senses without warning. There is someone around, although whether they are man or something else is uncertain.

You wonder whether you should investigate the source of the smell or try to play it safe and avoid it. If it does turn out to be a group of men, they could easily sate your hunger for sex. You shake your head one more time. You just can’t push away these excruciatingly dirty thoughts. Perhaps even if the ones cooking meat are human, is it wise to meet them in your current state of mind?