Tik Tik's Dreams 14
Tik Tik's and Ramil's dreamy fucktime ends in a climactic fashion!
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Within the dream, Dream-Tik becomes more active than the Tik Tik of the realm of reality. Her eyes flicker open, and she pulls herself from Dream-Ramil. Her tail grips his neck tightly,, tossing him to his side.
Dream-Ramil rolls onto his back, spreading his legs, knowing fully what the kobold intends for him.
And she does exactly as she plans, crawling up to him, standing on the soft mattress, and grabbing each leg. She rolls the dream halfling to his back, pushing those legs up against his stomach and chest, letting that thick and powerful cock poke up between his legs.
What a sexy creature Tik Tik is. Anyone would be lucky to have her dominate them, and now, in the world of dreams, Tik Tik herself can experience such joys.
The sleep-incarnation of Tik Tik lowers herself, sitting on that rod, swallowing it up, and staring down so sultrily at his eyes.
The Amazon that is Tik Tik rolls her hips over that cock, and both phallus and canal enjoy the sensations of moving and bending and filling and rubbing. Her mouth opens slightly in the waking world, letting out those delightful coos, all while, the actual Ramil laps up around her pussy, up and down the lips, fluttering and flickering and then plunging and delving.
Her hips rise in the waking world just as they roll and rub in the dreaming. The sleep-generated halfling groans just as the kobold in the real world sighs. He again shoots up deep inside Tik Tik just as Tik Tik spills her delight all over the waiting lips and chin of the real-world halfling.
Domination gives way to submission as Dream-Ramil springs up with unprecedented strength, pushing Tik Tik to the ground, her lower body bent toward her upper body in such a display of flexibility. Dream-Ramil grabs one leg and then the other, hooking them under his arms as he stands up, placing his cock upon her pussy.
Outside, Ramil wipes his mouth off and sits up once more, positioning himself, taking a deep breath, and then entering her again. He grits his teeth, groaning with involuntary elation, even as his dream-self slams mercilessly into the kobold, spreading her out with gravitational pounding, a hammer of impressive speed and power deep enough into her sex to penetrate deep into her somnambulist womb!
It is perfection. It is a delight like no other, experiencing the physical effects that rock within Tik Tik in the real world and converting and amplifying within the realm of sleep!
Who would have thought that Tik Tik, one who wishes to be awake during all sorts of experiences, would find so much fun while her body was unconscious?
Perhaps she wouldn't be asleep for so much action if not for the spells surrounding her. Either way, this magical experience is a wonder that only the most specialized wizards can provide.
She pities the fools who use their magic for only the most polite of spells.
To maintain this magical spell and to fuck someone at the same time shows the supreme mastery that Ramil has not voiced to his partner.
And Tik Tik takes to the dream-halving form, filling the dream-kobold with an impressive rod larger than the one owned by his waking self but imparting upon the sleeper the same delights to be had while conscious.
It could be related to both of them taking the male lead in the waking and dreaming worlds, or it could be a more profound connection. In either case, both kobold and halfling cry out in rapturous approval, sounds that, if listened to by an impartial observer, would seem so pathetic and silly, but to be amid the throes of passion means that those are the triumphant cries of victory through the climax.
In the dream world, all thoughts and forms melt away in an explosion of color. In contrast, in the real waking world, that color is a pearly white, oozing from the crevices of the short creature whose eyes flick open as she stretches and grabs and clings to reality, her eyes matching his own.
And he collapses as a bundle of sweat and nerves, no doubt from all the work he had to put himself through to please the master mage.
For both spell casters, it is a confusing pile of happiness upon which they lie.
And that is one that Eshere is tasked with untangling.
So, she climbs upon the bed to join them, blanketing the two and cooling them down with her expanded, slimy form.
For Tik Tii, it is business as usual.
For Ramil, there is a bit more squirming and squealing. Nothing that a little kiss from the slimy scribe can't help but put his mind at ease.
And while the two of them rest, Eshere sups, and as she sups, she writesâ€"writing all the many delightful memories, feelings, and emotions into something that the sober and rested duo can read, understand, and appreciate. Perhaps they could even find the ability to enjoy their actions more lewdly, finding climax once again in the memories and the bardic delight that comes with a fictional embellishment of such wondrous affairs.
Unfortunately, the initial analysis of Tik Tik's state proves her hypothesis untrue. One cannot get railed in the sheets while also getting a good night's rest, whether in this world or the feylike mysteries of the land of Nod.