Tik Tik's Dreams 15
Eshere returns home, having learned quite a bit about Dreams, Tik Tik, and herself
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Eshere, having supped her fill of Tik Tik and Ramil and compiled the full extent of their glorious sleeping lovemaking, slurps off of the two lovers. The notes could be more explicit and make sense for a waking mind. Editing will have to come later.
As the slime sits on the edge of the bed, she deciphers the reeling emotions of a second series of sexual experiences, much more involved than the unconscious lovemaking she had witnessed earlier.
While Eshere Ruminates on her newly acquired memories and emotions, Ramil crawls up next to her, sitting on the edge of the mattress.
His first action is to slide a pillow onto his lap. His second is to rub the skin on his arm, which is smoothened by the exfoliating skill of Eshere's acidic cytoplasm.
He leans over to observe the book, the notes penned in the green gel that is that same slime stuff that once covered him-ejected from Eshere's body by the magic pen that Tik Tik had gifted her what felt like a lifetime ago.
"You have a scholar's hand," he offers, breaking the silence.
"And you have a pervert's mind," she replies, closing her book. She turns to face the small man, puffing her metaphorical cheeks and furrowing her facsimile of brows. "What gave you the right to invade Tik Tik's dreams like you did?"
Ramil shrinks, tilting his modesty pillow to wrap it around his whole body, half-burying his face against it. "Please, you must understand me! I am a dreamscape traveler! I seek to traverse the realm beyond the physical! On my journeys, I sensed that Tik Tik would also wish for a means to access and explore the world of sleep."
The slime leans forward, applying pressure to the pillow. "Instead of inviting Tik Tik to learn like a sensible man, you flamed her desire and gave her no release. You stole her orgasms! For sick thrills?"
He sighs, loosening his grip slightly. "Perhaps there was a bit of indulgence on my part," he says. "You see, the climax of a dreaming dragon is so difficult to find, let alone take. I thought hers might be good enough."
"I've seen your mind," she reminds him, slipping the hand to press an accusatory finger upon his forehead. "I know your thoughts and your desires. You may be trying to lie to me, but you are lying to yourself."
His hands shoot under the pillow and between his legs, his blush burning brighter than before.
Eshere pauses a moment, her mouth partially agape at the sight. She breaks the spell of adorableness and continues prodding his forehead. "Be thankful it was someone as open and as accepting as Tik Tik you bothered. Another who didn't match your freak would not reciprocate. They would retaliate."
The slime slips away, pushing herself up to her respite.
"There aren't many of us, you know," he says, breaking his silence.
Eshere stops, glancing over her shoulder, her core thrumming.
Ramil wraps his arms around his legs, pressing his knees to his chest. "Eromancers, I mean. Even though erotic magic is an ancient tradition, there is so little knowledge about its application and study. And fewer places in the world would deem it an appropriate target for study. Surely, magic is powerful, and I wished to study it firsthand, but," He takes a deep breath, twiddling his toes. "I wanted to prove my worth to such a powerful and beautiful mage. I wanted her to notice me as an equal and colleague."
During his heartfelt admission, the sheets around him shift as the figure resting within them gets to her knees behind him. She wraps her arms around his tummy and pulls him in against her flat underbelly.
"Beautiful, am I?" Tik Tik purrs to him. "Come back to bed, Ramil, and tell me about it."
As the two cuddle in another session of beautiful lovemaking, awake this time, Eshere takes a deep breath and slips off to her own, for there are many things that she must plan for herself.
* * *
Once home, Eshere finds her homework and session notes, diligently provided by her friends. She selects first to work upon the mysteries of the mind, to understand the nuances of that electrically charged slab of meat that houses the essence of an animal's soul. Perhaps it is through there that she can finally understand her friends.
When Libi returns from her work that evening, smelling of baked goods and coffee, she pecks Eshere upon a contemplative cheek. She sits beside the slime and glances over the notes.
"Tik Tik, find any way to help?" she asks.
"She's not exactly one to focus on any one thing for long," the slime girl admits, "But I think we have some course of action. We'll have to confront Erin, but we'll have to do so in a particular way, I'd imagine." She sighed, closed her notes, and looked towards her roommate. "It is common among sapients not to wish to make things worse when trying to improve things but to fail. Do you think I've made things better for myself… for you?"
Libi smirks and stands up, holding onto a slimy arm. "I don't know about that," she says, But I know you could enjoy giving me a long bath."
With a smile and a nod, the slime follows her roommate. "Yes, I wouldn't dream of anything else right now."