A Descent into Dreams

You fall asleep one night after watching a very interesting movie about dwarves, elves, leprechauns, and various other mythological beings. It had been one of the most amazing movies you had ever seen. You had still felt thoughts of it buzzing around your head as you drifted off into a very contented sleep.

The next thing you realize is that you are standing in the middle of an open field. You see a beautiful blue lake in front of you, which is almost completely surrounded by a wooded area. The trees stop about ten feet from your left side and about fifty yards to the northeast of you. Across the lake, you can see a snow-capped mountain that seems to have a bluish haze around the lower part of it. It was as if the mountain was much further away. The haze seemed similar to mountains you’ve seen in pictures. The pictures that had been taken from great distances.

Nevertheless it’s a very beautiful site to behold. Despite the cloudless sky and the warmth of the day, the snow on the mountaintop seems unaffected. You can feel the beauty of this almost utopian setting tugging at your heart and you remain standing there for what feels like an eternity. You know you may never see a scene like this again and you want to take full advantage of it.

As you look down at your feet, you notice the grass comes up to the middle of your shin and is of the color typical for field grass. It’s a slightly faded tan color, but it doesn’t take away from the scene. On the contrary, it only adds to the overall allure of the place.

As you look down at yourself, you realize that you are dressed like one of the characters from the movie. Your eyes widen in shock as you continue to gaze at your strange get-up. What's even stranger is that the outfit feels right and familiar to you.

The outfit consists of a tan leather tunic, a pair of reddish brown leather pants, and a pair of leather boots that seem to match the pants. Every piece of clothing on your well-toned form is skin tight and completely comfortable. The boots lace up the front like a pair of moccasin boots and appear to resemble suede.

They end just below the bend of your knees in the back, but continue an inch higher than your knee in the front. The flap covering the knees is interwoven with metal rings. Much like that of chainmail armor. They are just as strong and beautiful as the armor and equally as functional. The flaps tie in the back with thick leather straps that were crafted to be a part of the rest of the boot.

In addition to this entirely leather outfit, there is a suit of fine-mesh chainmail covering nearly every inch of your body. With the possible exception of the largest part of those exquisite boots and your facial area. You seem to be outfitted for war, but you are unclear as to why you would be dressed this way. There are also various weapons on your body.

The first and most beautiful of the weapons is a superbly crafted longsword. As you pull it from its sheath, you see that it is half your height from the tip of the blade to the bottom of the hilt. The striations along the blade indicate that it's almost identical to the Damascus style of crafting weapons. There is a single emerald contained in the hilt and you can see no obvious flaws in the beautiful gem. Looking closer, you notice a Chinese dragon, along with a few runes, etched into the blade near the pommel.

As you return the weapon to its sheath, your eyes drift to the other weapon on your belt. There is an identically crafted dagger on your left hip with an equally beautiful ruby set in the hilt. However, instead of a dragon etched into the blade, there is a panther, which seems to be in the pose of a stalking predator. You also notice two small throwing knives tucked into both of your boots. One on the inside and one on the outside of both legs.

As you continue to admire yourself, you feel a tap on your shoulder. Surprised, you turn around to see who wants your attention. Your jaw drops as you look at the three people standing before you now.

The first is hidden beneath the robes of a monk, but his height leaves no doubt in your mind as to what race he belongs to. He is obviously a dwarf because gnomes and leprechauns are much shorter than dwarves. And every other race is taller than these sturdy folk. However not many can match the strength of a dwarf. Especially a dwarf that has gone into their customary berserker rage.

The next person standing in line is an elf. Long, lean, and finely toned, elves are one of the most intelligent races to have ever existed. They are very fair skinned, but they don't tan or burn like most humans with the same skin tone would. They have pointed ears, blonde hair, and their eyes are always silver in color.

The last person in line is human like you and most definitely female. You start to lick your lips in appreciation of her obvious beauty, but you manage to catch yourself before she sees you. She has long red hair that ends at the top of her ass, green eyes that seem to sparkle with an inner fire, and full red lips that seemed to be begging to be kissed.

You allow your eyes to drift down over her body and they widen slightly as you take in her large breasts. They seem to defy gravity and are almost perfectly rounded. At a guess, you would say that they are 36C in size. Which makes it even more unbelievable because they are not encased in any type of bra. They have no obvious support, but they are still sitting high on her chest. As if they were being magically held up.

They are more than a handful and way more than a mouthful. Her body seems to be exquisitely toned and you can't help but imagine what she would look like without her clothes. Her clothes, by the way, are nearly identical to your own. The only difference is that they were crafted for a woman's body. As you lift your eyes to hers once again, you realize that she has noticed you appraising her body. She has also seen that you seem to like what you see.