Tik Tik's Dreams 13
Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry
While Ramil and Tik Tik continue their dream-fucking, Eshere makes sure Ramil pays his due.
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Sometimes, the rude would tell someone to go fuck themselves, but do they truly know how wonderful of a feeling such a thing is? One knows what would please oneself the most, and feeling how the partner does those things to one's body is an experience like no other. Undoubtedly, communication between two lovers on such an intimate level makes even the wildest of dreams come true.
But how wild is this dream, really? Watching it in reality would make it seem so simple and mechanical. Yet, the sounds of the happy huffing and the sweat that pearls on the back of the halfling as he pumps the kobold under him are stunning. The arching of the kobold's back and the squeaks in her sleep are intoxicating.
Inside the mindscape, it is even more incredible. For the dream version of this dance, Ramil lifts Tik Tik, spinning her around effortlessly, and he rocks her body on top of him as if he has the strength to move mountains. His arms wrap around her, his lips kissing upon her neck, and his hips thrust upward, each thrust pushing deeper and more thoroughly than the last.
Tik Tik cannot control herself—not for long, anyway. Her thrashing and her moaning inside of the dream translates outside, where she shudders, and her body convulses around the cock. While she has three orgasms in the waking world, the spell that holds her to her rest prevents her from springing to wakefulness, despite each of those violent outbursts of moaning delight.
Inside Tik Tik's sleeping body, Ramil climaxes, filling her and continuing his pleasures without needing rest. She doesn't need rest either.
They switch positions in the realm of sleep. Dream-Ramil, piloted subconsciously by Tik Tik, spurred on by the rhythmic thrusting of the real-like Tik Tik, rolls the kobold onto her belly. Even in her dream, she is so pliable.
With her underbelly pressed upon the warmed sheets, she seeks to rest her cheek upon her crossed arms, providing her support. Her tail lazily wraps around his waist.
Dream-Ramil shudders, Tik Tik placing one hand upon Dream-Tik Tik's back, slipping his hand up and down that thick, scaley thing. He leans in, kissing her cheek before he sets off to move to the next stage.
Two hands slip to her shoulders, then down over her back and along her scaled sides. Dream-Ramil presses his palms upon her, urging her to move.
And she moves, lifting her hips as his hands seek the crevice of her joints, pressing to her thighs, spreading her legs apart just enough that she can support herself still without much effort.
Dream-Tik's head rests, sighing happily as he holds him in a hook-tailed embrace.
Dream-Ramil has no refractory period, which his waking self has to accommodate. Instead, his cock is thick and ready, springing forth from the curly bush between his legs. He slides his hands down over his chest and between his legs, brushing over that tangled matte of hair and pushing that shaft down. It presses to the scaley skin of Dream-Tik, head rubbing against that textured surface, drawing a cum stain along the cheek.
And Dream-Ramil watches, feeling, seeing, and fully experiencing the convulsions of Dream-Tik.
And just as her waking self groans in sleepy delight, Dream-Ramil pushes forward, accepting the warm, quivering embrace of kobold sex once more.
A wizard of erotic lore can experience both the feelings of penetration and penetration through various means, but to experience both at once is a transcendental experience. That is why she must taste it in many different ways. This dog-like position, this bestial pounding, is of such primal joy.
Dream-Ramil squats before Tik Tik, legs straddling her, cock slipping in the slippery hole, grasping onto her tail for dear life as that cock slicks so easily within her. He pounds that kobold pussy, the sounds of slapping heard all throughout the dream world, his groans echoing the sounds that Tik Tik makes in the waking experience and the pathetic whimpers of the waking oneiromancer, watched diligently by the slime-scribe.
His dreamy doppelganger leans forward, bending and stretching Dream-Tik's tail, pressing his back against her body, his mouth by her ear as he gives hump after tired hump against her hole.
Of course, someone would have such entranced fun while they are cock deep in Tik Tik. She's Tik Tik!
Dream Tik and real Tik groan and squirm against the covers, both so passive in the exchange. Both subconsciously enjoy the wanton expulsion of delight shared by Ramil.
And as her climax reaches her once more, shivering, shuddering, and convulsing, Dream-Ramil makes his next release, shooting warm ephemera into the conceptual kobold's id.
Outside, Ramil pulls out, his body drenched. He grabs onto his knees and takes a few breaths. His cock glistens, rock hard and ready to finally blow, but he closes his eyes, thinking of far-off things and concepts; all the while, Tik Tik shifts and sighs, snuggling thoughtfully on her trip through orgasm island.
"You still owe her," Eshere notes, her notepad in hand."
Ramil blushes, gripping his knees. "I… I know."
"How many more orgasms did you deny her before?"
He glares at her, takes a breath, and then lowers himself down, spreading the kobold's legs and rolling out his halfling tongue, tasting that savory sweetness that he had been balls deep in only a moment before. Carefully, he keeps his own hips up in the air, exposed but keeping his sensitive shaft from slipping along the sheets, a serious attempt to stall the spilling of his seed in her sleep.