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The room is dark and quiet. All she can see is darkness. There are no walls, no ceiling, no floor. All she can see is herself and the simple bed she is lying on.

She is dreaming again. That much she knows. It is not the first time she has this dream. Laying on a bed, somewhere in the vast nothingness of the void. It is a pleasant dream, peaceful and quiet. Normally she wakes up and nothing has happened.

This time however is different.

She is freezing. The room she is in is ice cold and the bed she lies on is just as cold. She looks around. All she sees is blackness and nothingness all around her. She rubs her hands over her arms. Only now she realizes that she is totally naked and that there is no blanked for her to hide her shame under and warm up. She wants to get up, look around, find something to warm her up, but she can't. Her body does not obey her commands and instead lays like a stone on the bed unmoving.

She is freezing. She is so cold, her feet and legs are getting numb.

Fear starts to rise from deep inside her consciousness. Her breath quickens and with it her heart rate. As she tries to call for help, fully knowing, that in this kind of dream, help is unlikely to arrive. As the time meanders along she feels her fear slowly shift to panic.

She can no longer move her legs, as they are so cold her muscles won't work any longer. The cold creeps up her body, enveloping her fully now. Her arms are getting heavier and she starts to lose sensation in them.

She calls out for help and hopes to wake up, but the dream keeps her in its clutches. Her breathing forms dense clouds before her face. She shivers as her body attempts to keep her warm.

As she lay there, freezing she feels the presence of another entity. She tries to look around calling for the being to make itself known. She can feel it near her. She can't see or hear it, nor can she smell or taste its presence. She just knows it is there.

When it comes into view, it is but a black silhouette in front of a black backdrop. She is barely able to tell it is there. She pleas for help, as she feels herself freezing to death slowly. In her panicked state, she does not care for who it is or how it will help her, as long as she would be able to wake up and end this nightmare.

As its hands appear, seemingly out of nowhere, they are big and meaty, hovering over her. They seem strangely out of proportion. She looks at them, waiting for anything to happen.

Finally, after what has felt like an eternity, the hands decent upon her freezing body. As they lay themselves upon her shoulders, they feel hot. Fiery hot to be precise. They stay there for a moment, soaking her shoulders with their warmth before gently turning her over to lay on her belly, exposing her back.

It is not as if she could fight back with any capacity, as her frozen body refuses to obey her commands. She lays on her front, and waits for the things that may or may not come.

When the hands make contact with her again, their heat is burning on her coat and skin. The hands slide over her neck, spreading the heat over it. They run their fingers through her hair, making her fur stand on end all along her back.

The heat is soothing, vitalizing her frozen muscles, slowly giving her back control over her body. As the hands slide further down her neck, over her shoulders, no spot is left untouched. They soak her upper back with their warmth and evict the coldness from her body. She hums her approval, while the hands glide further down and run along her ribs to her front, brushing the sides of her bosom before retracting back to her spine. Coming to her waist these fiery hands feel their way around to here front again, stroking her fur downwards they pull back along the ridge line of her pelvis.

She moans softly as the hands find her soft spots and caress her lower back. To her it feels like the hands are getting warmer and warmer the longer they work on her. Not, that she is against it, she soaks up the heat, uses it to warm up her body and sooth the pain in her frozen muscles.

As the hands slide further down, rounding her hips and over her behind she eeps and tenses up for a moment. But as they do not seem to mean any harm, she relaxes again. Giving in to their ministrations. They glide over her cheeks, soaking them with their heat, while their thumbs slide in between them in her crack. She again moans, as the feeling returns to her rump and the heat restores her control over her muscles more and more. Gently these hands get a hold of her short and stumpy tail. They pull it up tenderly and slightly massage it. She eeps softly at the sensation, but let is pass, as it feels nice and the heat, that is spreading through it is soothing.

When finished with her behind the hands work their way further down, slipping onto her thighs. First humming her approval, she quickly reverts, as the hands softly but unrelentingly push her thighs apart. She is in no way capable of fighting back against the strength those hands are able to muster and so she gives in to their request to spread her legs.

After that, the hands continue to apply their warmth to her body by sliding themselves across the inside of her thigh. They slowly cover her whole thigh, sliding up between them slightly touching the one spot of her, that is not frozen yet. She squeaks and tries to close her legs again and scolds the hands for being so indecent, but her body still does not obey her enough to just do that and her complaint just runs into the nothingness surrounding her.

Deep inside she is not entirely against the hands touching her, since they seem nice enough, but not being asked ahead of time, makes her feel used rather then caressed. As the hands don't bother her again, she ultimately decides to let it slide, for now.

The hands work their way further down over her knee to her calf, stroking it, caressing it. Yet again she finds herself enjoying the warm, if not hot touch of these hands on her freezing cold fur and skin. Reinvigorating her, soaking her in their warmth, giving her back feeling and control over her frozen muscles.

Regaining the sensations on those frozen limbs however is painful and so she moans as her lower leg finally wakes up from its hibernation. Reaching her foot, the hands start to massage it gently and thoroughly, until even her little pinkie toe is hot to the touch. Letting go of her leg, the entity, whose hands are so gently warming her, seems to switch sides and starts back at her other leg. Beginning back up at her thigh, the hands renew their efforts of warming up her leg.

Again they slide all over her thigh, not holding back. Again they briefly brush up against her innermost spot, the one place that was not yet freezing. This time however she is not that averse to it but sighs her approval, as the hands back up and work their way downwards. For the second time, the hands cross over her knee to work on her calf and awaken it from its cold slumber.

She moans again, as the pain of warming said calf back to operating temperature subsides to a more pleasant feeling. As the hands are done with her second foot, they slowly glide up her legs again.

Reaching her pelvis they ever so gently turn her back onto her back again.

She lets it happen, since until now, the hands only ever made her feel better. Marveling at the beauty laying before them, the hands stop in their tracks, taking it in to the fullest.

Now that her backside is feeling nice and warm and cozy, her front is feeling all the more cold. She shivers as a breeze of air flows over her naked form. She can see the hands floating back down her legs and finding their resting place among her feet. They slowly work their magic into her lower legs. Warming her shins and coming upwards to her knees. The further they get towards her middle the hotter they seem to get. Reaching her thighs, the hands seem to burn.

It is not an unpleasant burn, but an almost painful one. Gently yet firmly these hands knead their way to her innermost spot. That single hot spot. And still those hands feel even hotter as they run alongside her slit. She moans. Not in anger or surprise, but in pleasure this time. Not wanting them hands to stop, she keeps her legs opened and the hands keep on stroking, not penetrating, just brushing along its sides and over it.

Her body is craving for more, but the hands keep denying it. They wander forth over her loins and mons, to her beautiful belly. She can feel her muscles play under them, as they gently slide over her belly, soaking them with their heat. Her muscles relax and contract again in their need for more. But after having them supplied with ample amounts of warmth the hands mercilessly glide further upwards, reaching her rib cage and subsequently her breasts.

She sucks in a sharp breath but does not complain, as the hands cup her bosoms and almost drown them in their heat. After a little while they begin kneading her breasts. Gently at first, but getting ever firmer in their touch. She moans, as she revels in the feeling of them being fondled.

The heat, and the gentleness of their touch help her relax and give in to the ministrations applied to her luscious mounds. She moans louder as the hands intensify their efforts and squeeze her tits somewhat firmly. She still does not complain, in fact she pulls her hands to her body and winces, as she feels how cold they are, compared to the rest of her body.

She lays them onto the disembodied hands and entices them to squeeze harder. The hands however do not comply, instead they find her nipples and taking them between their fingers, they roll them, pinch them and pull them gently but delicately, until they are stiff and swollen.

All the while she is squeaking and moaning, biting her still freezing lip. Her hands holding onto them hands and following their every move.

With one last squeeze of her breasts, the hands roam forward to her collarbones, letting them soak in the their heat for a moment before slowly glide to the middle and onto her throat.

Her eyes widen as the hands close around her neck, thumbs poised to strangle her in one easy movement. She draws a deep breath and moans as the hands only ever exert the most minute force, not really constricting her breathing. Then the hands slide upwards spreading their heat among her neck up to her face. Cuping her cheeks, flooding her head with their soothing warmth she looks up. Only now she sees the face attached to that strangely invisible body. It seems to float over said body and looks benevolent. Her breath quickens slightly as the face descents upon her, looking down on her. It talks in an unknown tongue, but sounds kind and warm. She blinks slowly not able to fathom what has been said to her. The face smiles softly as it comes still closer. It is pursing its lips as to kiss her.

She closes her eyes and slightly opens her mouth welcoming the live giving kiss, that is offered to her. As the lips of the face touch hers they are burning hot and yet so sweet and soft. She gives herself to the passionate kiss, opening her mouth and welcoming the tongue that is gently pushing inside. While the hands still hold her face, the tongue eagerly explores her mouth.

She moans softly whenever she gets the possibility and does not realize when the hands slowly let go of her face. Only as they touch her breasts again, does she notice that they have moved.

The entities hands fondle, knead and squeeze her breasts at their leisure. She squeaks and moans into the kiss while trying to get a hold for the face in front of her. Finding her nipples the hands concentrate on them while the face slowly backs out of the kiss. Pinching, pulling and rolling them between their fingers, the hands ensure that her nipples stay hard and erect.

Braking the kiss, the face pulls back shortly, to allow her a short breathing brake, before kissing her one last time on the lips. After that the face kisses its way down her neck to her shoulders. Its hands meanwhile wander further down to her stomach, letting it soak up a bit more of their heat.

All the while the face finds itself upon her bosoms kissing them and licking them all over. She holds the head of the entity and moans her agreement with its ministrations. As the face caresses her breasts searching for her nipples, its hands, ever so diligent, find their way back to her intimate space. Gently they push her thighs apart. This time she willingly obliges to their will and spreads her legs in anticipation. The hands, burning hot against her thighs, never stop to stroke and caress them. As they move back toward her innermost place she feels like burning. She moans loudly.

As she moans loudly the face finds its target and begins to suckle softly on her nipple before beginning to caress it with its tongue. Again she squeaks in surprise as of the sudden sensation. While her breasts are assaulted and caressed her nether regions are not left alone either.

The hands have found her crotch and begin to caress her folds softly, lovingly. Using their thumbs they gently massage her outer labia, softly compressing them and pulling them apart again. Her breath quickens and her moans rise in pitch as she accentuates what is going on with her.

The face is now teasing her nipples with its sharp teeth. Softly nibbling with ever increasing force, staying just shy of actually hurting her. She squeals in her fired up state, pleading for more, ordering the entity not to stop.

A whole new sensation washes over her, as the hands find her clitoris and start to circle around it. Applying a little pressure before pulling away again. She rolls her eyes back and lets out a loud moan. She can feel her love button swelling under the ministrations and its sensitivity rises steadily with its swelling. She is now breathing heavily, moaning with her every breath.

When the fingers return to her slit, they feel white hot as they run along her crack in the middle of her sex. Slowly, oh so slowly they start to penetrate, finding their way between her folds. She begins to shiver in her excitement buckling her pelvis as to emphasize the hands to penetrate deeper into her. Her hands tremble as they keep a hold of the head, that still caresses her tits.

It pulls away slowly, holding her nipple still between its teeth, pulling it along. She inhales sharp and moans loudly as of the painful sensation, before the entity lets it snap back onto her breast, and as it does so it sends a small ripple over her breast as if one has thrown a stone into a pond.

The face lifts itself up a bit, letting her see a wide, toothy grin. Its sharp fangs glisten in the semidarkness of the realm. Its eyes roll down and the face slowly descents further down over her stomach and still down.

She moans loudly in excitement and anticipation as the fingers pull out from between her folds leaving them drenched in her own juices and ready for more. Before long the thumbs are back, pulling her labia gently apart before the face buries itself between her thighs and begins to kiss and lick and suck all around her lovely slit.

Jolting a bit when its tongue first touches her, she lets out a high pitched squeal, squeezing her own breasts, as she can't reach its head comfortably anymore. The face caresses her sex, carefully at first, softly and gentle, but soon it begins to suck a bit harder, nibble a bit more intently and pushes its tongue deeper between her folds. Her angelic voice finds ever new heights while being licked and sucked upon in her innermost sanctum.

Sticking its tongue deep inside of her, the face is able to lick upon her insides before pulling it out again. The sound it makes, while caressing her in their primal ways, the slurping and smacking, are most vulgar and perverted. They push her onward on her coarse to a climax that is much anticipated.

But before she can indulge in le petit mort, the face pulls away from her shame, its primal hunger satiated. She moans in a much annoyed fashion looking down along her body seeing the face licking its lips clean from her pre. As she prepares to complain about not being able to reach her climax yet, the face lets hang its long tongue out and lowers its head back to her body. It licks her from her mons upwards over her stomach and breasts and still up to her throat. Stopping just shy of her face. Reeling in its tongue the face comes up to hers and smiles at her benevolently.

She moans while reaching up for the face and bucks her hip endearingly. The face comes down again softly kissing her lips. She welcomes the kiss deepening it while her arms try to hold the face in place.

For what seems to be an eternity, she kisses the disembodied face, softy moaning ever so often. When she finally lets go of the face she is enthralled with its blueish-gray eyes. She looks deep into them stroking the face with her hand, trying to entice it to finish what it had started.

It is at this point she feels something else on er body. Something hot, heavy and hard. The face seems to say something in its strange and alien tongue and its eyes dart downwards before returning to her eyes. She tries to understand the voice, but is not able to.

There is a sudden understanding as the hands gently entice her to pull up her legs and spread them wide. She looks down on herself and sees for the first time the body of the entity, as it kneels between her legs. The entity is well build, and greatly endowed. A dream come true. She sighs in great relieve and moans in anticipation. The entity softly strokes the insides of her thighs. As the body rears up the face almost disappears in the dark void above her bed. Its mighty member lies upon her pubic feeling like a red hot length of steel. She gazes at its girth. It is big, not comically huge but big and it feels burning hot against her sex.

She moans as she can feel the cold of the room creeping back to her. She rolls her hips to entice the entity to do what it had came for. The body begins to move, rubbing its member over her pubic area in small but deliberate movements. It feels heavenly and she can hardly wait for what is to come next.

Then there it is again, that strange voice, speaking in a language she can't comprehend.

But when the body pulls back, making its member slide into position she understands and nods in agreement. She braces herself for the inevitable penetration of her most sacred of temples...

... as a sudden and loud noise floods the room. The entity cries out loud and disappears in a puff of dark smoke. She feels a sudden pull and the room shifts into another one.

She opens her eyes and tries to orient herself.

The blaring sound of her alarm clock on the nightstand besides her bed does not help in clearing her head and regaining her bearings.

Her fist slams down upon the big, visually abused button, on top of the alarm clock. She blinks and lets herself slump back onto her bed. She groans loudly as she feels the wetness of her panties between her legs.

"Not Again!“

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