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Tik Tik floats within the ether of her mind. Impulses from her day disappear from short-term memory to latch into the long term. She drifts peacefully along that ethereal sea for a time. However, as her mind draws upon the knowledge of her nighttime visitor, she finds herself coming to renewed awareness, landing with a soft thud against the bedding she left behind in the waking world.

The kobold stands with purpose, all the mundaneness of actual existence missing as she moves to check the sigils and traps. Nothing had broken through her protections, at least in this subconscious version of her home.

That doesn't mean that nothing is here.

And that nothing gives way to the clacking of armored legs, skittering quickly but deliberately, overshadowing the kobold as she stands among her cushions.

She doesn't dare turn to see her new visitor but feels the warmth and comfort that she provides. Long, spindly, and articulate fingers stroke at Tik Tik's underbelly before lifting her up. Then, the visitor's legs weave an intricate web, placing the kobold upon it, embracing and protecting her.

In an instant, the creature vanishes, her work done.

Tik Tik lies upon the newly finished sheet, its length spreading throughout the plane. It is a canvas of safety in the uncertainty of sleep.

And Tik Tik inches upon it, her tail swishing and her face low, sniffing, growling, crawling, and climbing—freed from the physical web.

Humanoid figures appear around her, first in a swirling mist and then in the form of many insects. One by one, ladybugs, bees, butterflies, and mantises rest their weary heads upon the bed, each reaching forward to caress, kiss, tickle, and embrace.

The kobold thrashes about, sighing in delight as each of these memories of her journey home or newly formed creations of her mind grant her a delightful time. Her built-up frustration rises and rises, soon to erupt in an orgasm.

But a subtle vibration rocks the web just as Tik Tik is about to release. The kobold blinks and stares at the undefined sky, her vision cloudy in this strange realm. Realizing the oddity of it all and feeling Eshere's signal makes her smile.

She leaps to her belly and skitters across the webbing, grabbing the blanket in both hands. With her dreamer's strength, she hurls it ahead of her, shouting, "Gotcha!"

With a frightened yelp, a once-invisible figure falls to the floor. The culprit is covered in the web-like sheet, flopping and fighting against the layers of the dream-weave's non-Euclidean form.

Tik Tik stands, hands on her hips, tilting her head and watching the stranger struggle against the miles of blankets until she is bored enough to snap her fingers and lift the sheet up and off her quarry.

The halfling mage sits cowered in the corner, covering his face, frozen underneath the naked kobold above him.

"So, this is the pervert that's been sneaking a peek into my dreams?" Tik Tik asks, stepping forward toward him, leaning in, her hands on her hips. "And just who are you, hm?"

The oneiromancer lowers his arms, revealing a soft, boyish face with shoulder-length curly hair. His amber eyes stare toward Tik Tik, and his pouty lips quiver. On his head, he wears a soft bent cap complete with a pom on the tip. Over his body, he wears a loose tunic and trousers of soft fabric. When he opens his mouth, only soft gasps emerge.

"Someone who likes pajamas, it seems," Tik Tik responds to herself, glancing with narrowed eyes. "So, you going to answer me?"

"I… I…" The halfling scoots back, only for his pants to catch on the much-too-sticky floor, yanking down a round his butt and showing off the peach fuzz of pubes and a nice shot of dick root.

"Oh, poor boy," Tik Tik snickers, stroking her chin and caressing her elbow. "Don't you realize that when you come here to mess with me, you're in my dreams?"

He gulps, struggling to pull up his pants, wriggling back into position, only to find his sleeves stuck to the floor.

"What an unfortunate situation you're in," Tik Tik says, stepping forward, gripping his cheeks and squeezing, and turning him to face her. Now, tell me, who am I punishing?"

Her captive caster gasps, pushing and pulling, turning his head away, but she focuses his gaze squarely upon her. "Oh no, you don't. You're not getting any escape until I'm done with you!"

“Reh-Ramil!” He gasps. “Muh-my name is Ramil!”

"Well, then, Rammy," Tik Tik says, tongue running along her snout. "What exactly are you after, watching me all this time?"

Ramil yanks his arm free, clasping both in front of his face in supplication, pinning his forehead to his fingers. "Please, oh great mage! Have mercy on me! I was only studying sweet sex in my dreams for the power of nightly orgasm. I collected and used your climaxes!"

"You stole my orgasms!?" Tik Tik growls, lifting him with one arm, making him dangle. "Well, you know what that means, don't you, Rammy?"

Ramil's cheeks squish together in Tik Tik's grasp, his face only puckering as he tries to respond.

Tik Tik drops him, letting him stumble to his feet. "It means you owe me some orgasms, and you're going to come to my place, and you're going to give them to me." Her demand is punctuated by a slow and sensual laugh, and the world disappears around her save for her eyes, which she uses to stare deep into Ramil's soul.

"Or next time," her voice echoes through the nothingness surrounding him. I'll ensure you experience nightly dreams; none of them will be dry.