A stream of moans bounced off the thick walls to echo around the chamber as the steamy battle between Elio and Mareen edged toward its last stroke.
"I’m... I’m gonna~" Mareen tried to shout sothing, but Elio’s relentless pounding didn’t allow her. She tried again, only to end up screaming like a wounded beast. "Aaah!"
Her body shook and the tremors spread to Elio’s like an infection, prompting him to hold her tightly as he released his seed deep inside her womb.
The corners of his lips curled into a satisfied smile, happy that his stamina was so great. Happy that he was able to make her reach ecstasy the sa ti as he did.
Affectionately, he lifted himself upward and kissed her on the neck, down to her collarbone where he lingered to give her a hickey before making a trail of yet more wet kisses toward her ear to whisper to her how amazing it had been.
She found his ear, too, and whispered back, "You’re the one who made it all amazing, my love."
After a few more sweet words, they kissed again. It was passionate. Mareen got off, nuzzled beside him and pulled the blanket over their naked bodies. They fell asleep cuddling each other.
***
The sun was hovering over Elio when he woke up. Literally hovering over him. ’How am I outside?’ he wondered.
As if that wasn’t strange enough, he was lying in a adow, under a tree, and all he could see were flowers.
’It must be a dream,’ he concluded, rising to his feet. He looked around, but there was nothing else in sight. Just an expanse of endless steppe adorned by colorful flowers and a tree here and there.
Why would he be dreaming of himself in a adow all by himself though? Yes. Dreams don’t have rules. They still have reasons though. Sotis they are a remnant of a drear’s worst fear, wishes or current life struggles. Simply, they always had sothing to base on, even if that thing is as simple as having watched a horror movie.
So, what was this dream based on? He was sure he hadn’t been thinking of any adows, or flowers, or trees, or wandering all alone naked. If anything, he should be dreaming of Mareen now. Or even the Blue Monsters. At least that, he would understand.
But no. It had to be a fucking endless adow.
’How do I wake up from this?’ he wondered, walking towards another tree. These trees, like the flowers all around him, were nothing like he has ever seen. They were the most exotic plants he had ever seen.
And this made him even more confused. Things one didn’t know didn’t just pop into his dreams. One could dream of a cow with two heads, but it would still be a cow nonetheless.
’Perhaps it’s the system,’ he thought, getting hopeful. ’It’s the system.’
He was very wrong.
He realized this after he constantly tried to summon his system and it ca as usual. The interface was still the sa. The stats. Everything.
He wandered around for a few minutes and got bored. He walked in a straight line but nothing new appeared on the horizon.
’This shit is getting fucking scary by the minute,’ he thought, suddenly his mind plagued by a scenario where he would be trapped in this dream forever. Was it even a dream? By all ans, no dreams are like this.
After about 30 minutes, he felt thirsty and used his PPP to purchase a bottle of water.
"At least the system is still working," he said with a smile as he drank the water.
He was approaching another tree, this one larger than any tree he had ever seen in his life. That’s when an idea to climb it crossed his mind. Surely, if he climbed higher enough, he would be able to see if there was any house or at least anything useful in the distance.
How would he climb it naked though?
"I need so clothes."
He knew purchasing clothes was going to drain his PPP, but what else was he to do? In fact, he would he lucky of they weren’t too expensive for him to afford. Luckily, they weren’t. He purchased boxers first, then so sweatpants and their jacket.
It was so hot and he would have instead liked to wear a T-shirt and so shorts, but he didn’t want the tree to scratch him as he climbed.
It dawned on him that he was also hungry and he purchased so food, real food this ti, not chicken nuggets. He didn’t eat a lot though. He saved most for later. He knew it would be difficult to climb a huge tree on a full belly, not to ntion the blazing sun that hung over him as if it was spying on him.
When he started climbing, it was surprisingly a bit easier than he had expected. He reached the top in a few minutes, all sweaty and panting.
He looked East and turned West, glanced North and then turned South. There was nothing. Just an endless adow with a tree here and there.
"This is fucking scary," he shouted. "This is fucking insane."
He felt like crying. What the fuck was happening? What was the purpose of this dream, and why was he not waking up? He pinched himself but to no avail.
He remained in the tree for a few more minutes before he was sure would burn if he remained in the sun for even a second. He was suddenly dizzy.
"I’m getting a sunstroke!" he exclaid, his voice barely a whisper. Then he fell. If this was a dream, it had turned into a nightmare.
Elio’s mind was blank. He just wanted to wake up. And he did. Or so he thought. Instead of finding himself in his bed with Mareen, he found himself in water, under a waterfall. The surroundings looked like sothing out a fantasy movie.
This wasn’t what he wanted, but at least it was starting to be like a normal dream. Confusing and all over the place. Sohow, he was relieved.
But then he heard a voice. A female voice. Enchanting.
"You’re a strange one."
He looked around... and found no one.
"Who is that?" he asked.
Instead of a reply, a shimring ball of blinding light the size of a human appeared a few feet away from him and out of it erged a woman with godly beauty. She was naked!
As if overco by so witchcraft, his dick started throbbing, his body all excited. He felt like he was being hypnotized. This was not how Elio normally got aroused. Sothing beyond his comprehension was at play here.
"What are you doing to ?"
The woman didn’t say anything. She instead walked towards him, her bare feet stepping over the water as if she was on the ground.
Like her feet, her big breasts were also gravity-defying, her swaying hips complinting them. Despite all this, her hair was the most interesting feature on her body. Elio could not tell if it was sky-blue or colorless, just that it flowed down her body like water down to her feet then mixing with the water. The wavy strands looked like tiny rivulets, flowing endlessly.
’Who on Earth has water for hair? I must be imagining things.’
Elio would later learn that her hair was indeed made of water.
As for now, he wanted to know who she was and why she had brought him here.
Unfortunately, when he tried to speak, all that ca out was, "You are so beautiful, My Queen."
The woman smiled broadly. "Thanks."
"That’s not what I wanted to say," Elio found himself confessing.
The smile on her face vanished instantly. It was as if it was never there. "Oh! You think I’m ugly?" she asked.
"I wouldn’t dare, My Queen," replied Elio abruptly. This wasn’t what he wanted to say either. It felt like soone was putting words into his mouth.
"Are you bewitching ?"
As soon as Elio finished asking this, he suddenly found himself in the air, so invisible force around his neck and choking him.
The woman was looking at him with fury in her eyes, unblinking. When he started throwing his legs like a person hanging on the gallows, she opened her mouth to say, "How dare you compare to a re witch, you mortal?"
From this question alone, Elio understood that he was dealing with a goddess, or a being far more powerful. And he had offended her.
But it had never been his intention. He rely wanted to know why he was saying things he didn’t want to say. Unfortunately, there was no way to explain himself. She was still choking him.
He could feel his eyes bulging, his throat... She suddenly released him! He fell back into the water with a splash.
"I am goddess Paliamoth," said the woman in a scary tone. "I am the Queen of Mount Moth. Not only did you blasphemy about being my husband’s son, you dared to call ugly and compared to a re witch. Tell , mortal, how should I punish you?"
Elio could do nothing else except panic. He had been bragging that he is the son of God Niemoth, and now Niemoth’s wife had co for him.
’I thought these were fucking myths,’ he thought but knew better not to say it aloud. He was already in enough trouble as it was. He would be sentencing himself a death penalty if he dared to imply that she was a myth.
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