Tik Tik's Dreams 12
Tik Tik and her new friend, Ramil Haysack partake in the joys of Somnophilia.
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It took Ramil a week to arrive at the tower. After all, wizards are busy sorts, and he and Tik Tik needed to decipher the messages within the dreamscape to find each other in the waking world.
"I was worried he'd be on an entirely different planet or an alternate universe," Tik Tik muses to Eshere, sipping some of her soothing tea. "After all, when one travels the dreamscape, one can find so many alien things beyond their comprehension."
"Do you suppose alien communication is possible, Miss Tik?" Eshere asks. "And what would you do if Ramil was from some foreign world?"
"That would be another hurdle," she muses. "After all, the theory of that sort of travel is there. I just need the means of means to make it real."
"I can't imagine it is quite practical. Aren't you worried you don't have the time to make it a reality?"
Tik Tik lowers her cup, looking down into the dregs, she takes a breath, but her words are interrupted when Asuka arrives.
"Your guest has arrived," she says, bowing gently to Tik Tik. "He is waiting for you in your laboratory bedroom."
Tik Tik's thoughtfulness ended as she placed her tea down and hopped off, gesturing to her slimy friend, "Come, Eshere. I want you to see everything."
The room has the same comfort and protection as the trapped bed. This time, however, the fly in Tik Tik's web is in the waking world, examining the inscribed sigils and the artifacts used to ensnare him.
"Ramil," says Tik Tik, her hands spread wide. "It's so lovely to see you!" She immediately hugs the halfling.
The poor, short man blushes heavily at the warmth, his wide eyes turning toward Eshere.
"Don't worry about me," The slime says, slurping back to the corner of the room. "I'm merely here to observe and record for educational purposes.
"Yep, yep!" Tik Tik responds, patting his back. "After all, I can't take notes when I'm asleep.
Ramil chuckles, adjusting his soft collar. "No, I suppose you cannot."
Tik Tik nods and lifts her shirt over her head, shutting the halfling up. She flutters her eyes as she steps out of her leggings and removes the rest of her clothing. "What's wrong? You promised me sex like I've never had before. You surprised I want it right away?"
"Su-surely, you'd need to prepare and-"
Tik Tik's yawn is large and toothy, her long tongue wiggling comedically. When she snaps her mouth shut, she wiggles and squirms, her feet buried in the fold in the sheets, and her eyes closed. "I already took so many sleepy spells and herbs. Of course, I'm ready for a nap, but are you ready?"
Ramil gulps and sits back beside Tik Tik, placing a hand on her forehead. "Well, it's an honor to show you the beauty of somnophilia, and it is an honor to be able to have your body as your mind travels to greater lands."
Tik Tik snickers, her tail hooking behind the soft-clothed halfling and tickling at his back. "Have fun with my body, cutie pie," she teases before she sighs, lying there, her breath coming steady and deep.
Once she drifts off, Ramil glances at Eshere before plucking off his nightcap and placing it aside. Next, he lifted his shirt quickly enough and wiggles out of his pants, his clothing lost among the bed sheets. He slips his hand between Tik Tik's knees, and another rests on her head, rolling her onto her back.
The wizard sighs, her head rolling to the side of her underbelly is exposed.
Tik Tik snorts and shudders, her fingers twitching and her toes curling.
"Ah, so you're having another wonderful dream, I see," Ramil chuckles. He leans in, pressing a kiss to her upper thigh.
Tik Tik's knee pushes inward but then spreads, another kiss loosening her up as Ramil gets closer and closer to her.
He works up her leg, hands stroking up and down along her thigh, shuddering sighs rising up from both her and him as he tends her body.
His soft lips brush against her nethers, pressing and slurping.
Eshere shuffles silently, her eyes intent on the two, her pen scribbling quickly to write the purplest of prose.
Ramil's gentle hand keeps Tik Tik from turning to her side or leaving the position he wants her in. Her unconscious form makes her more malleable than her willful and feisty nature.
His lips press against to her womb and up along her underbelly, all while his fingers continue to squish and swish up within her. This makes her groan and stir, but he soon presses his chest against her body, keeping her pinned down as his kisses pepper up and down her body.
What did Tik Tik dream during her sensuous session with the somnambulism specialist? For a while, Ramil slowly slides into her slick scaly body, which accepts his shaft, her sleeping mind traversing the realm of dreams.
And within that land, a similar scenario plays out.
This is not by accident, of course. The two meticulously set the stage, the sexual spells they placed upon each other and their sheets activating the triggers that made Tik Tik's dreams so very, very special.
Of course, this dream scene involves Ramil sitting on Tik Tik's mattress, the kobold lying under him, unconscious, stirring as she feels the things he feels in the waking world.
As he slips his hands over her underbelly, she feels that. She pecks her lips upon that delighted snout when he lowers his mouth to kiss her nose. When he strokes her horn, she feels the rough ridges of the horns through the palm of smooth skin. When shocks of warm delight pulse up around his cock and through his spine, it is she who sighs and gasps, thrashing about in rapturous joy.