FANTASY | EROTICA | DREAMS | SYMBOLISM | PART 2 OF 2

My Sweet Wet Dream | Part 2

An erotic tale between a mortal and a supernatural creature

Read Part 1 here or dive right in…

Right when Isilya said, “My turn,” I momentarily worried I might wake up before she served me too and that was it; I woke up alone in my sizable double bed, where I slept on my own for quite some time now, apart from some short term flings and one-night stands that made it see some action.

I was very disappointed. I had tasted almost every part of her, all her juices, her scent was still deep in my nose, her flavor was still filling my mouth, her lustful eyes were haunting me, but she never got to do the same to me. Well, it was just a dream right?

I did not even ejaculate, technically. My wet dream turned out to be a pre-wet one, with my underwear flooded with precum. Even in the dream my body wanted to retain the full volume of my seed for her, and her alone.

I got out of bed, made a coffee and went out for a jog to clear my head and have fresh blood flow in my muscles. I put on the Elvish song ‘Breath of Life’, from the LOTR OST, which I thought fit the occasion.

I jogged for twenty minutes trying to get Isilya out of my head but it was impossible. I could still smell and taste her; I did not want to have a shower after my jog, to keep her heavenly scent on me.

I got back to my place with a somewhat clearer head and a more relaxed body.

I sat down writing this account and so I get to now, thus I switch to present tense. How am I going to end this story? Am I going to see her again in my next dream or was she a one-night dream-stand?

I feel sad and lonely. I… Wait, what’s that?! No way… No freaking way! A fucking portal is slowly opening in the middle of my living room! Is this another dream? Was I cast in Inception unwittingly? Is there a hidden camera somewhere? What’s going on?!

When the magic portal is complete Isilya goes through it and into my room. Elegantly but low-key, with a slightly bowed head. She looks at me with a slightly pissed look and says:

“Where on Valinor did you teleport Lars? I was looking everywhere for you. I was worried! You suddenly disappeared from my house tree!”

I was stunned. Was this a meta-dream or did she actually come from her plane into the ‘real world’? Was her plane the dream or was it the real world and my own plane is the dream?

‘Shut up Lars.’ I hear an inner voice saying. ‘Leave those questions for your philosophical essays and surreal poems; this is a smutty story. You are also neglecting Isilya.’ I complied.

“Is… Isilya..? Is that really you or am I dreaming?” I asked.

“Who knows,” she says “you might be dreaming reality or living the dream. Forget about that for now. I see your little friend is back into action” she nodded toward ‘Little Lars’. “Take me to your bed. Now.”

“As you wish my Heri (Lady).”

We go to the bedroom and she suddenly pushes me on it. I land on my back.

“Listen closely Lars. Be a good boy, lie there quietly, relax, do not talk and let me have my way with you. Until I have my fill of your flesh and whatever your body decides to offer me you are mine.”

I switch back to past tense, temporal games can grow weary.

She undressed herself, very slowly. It was like she strip-danced to some Elvish strip club Quenya song I could not hear. She took her time and fully enjoyed my impatience and complete attention.

Eventually my eyes were filled to the brim with the Grande Belezza. Her body was surreal. What made it even hotter was that she tried to be confident while being clearly shy; or, perhaps, she pretended to be. Either way she drove me wild and my raging hard-on was back with even more rage.

She was left with nothing except her magic Elvish ring, made of Mithril; just like Lady Galadriel’s Nenya. She smiled at me warmly, my heart fluttered and Sol glowed brighter, and slowly approached. She undressed me slowly. I only wore a t-shirt and a shorts.

I thought that I had not taken a shower yet after jogging and getting all sweaty. Just when I was about to talk she heard my thoughts with her telepathy and closed my lips with her finger.

“Your sweat smells delicious; it would be a shame to go to waste. I will clean you up instead.” she said.

She then started lapping my body with her tongue like a kitten. Dear Goddess, if this is a dream I hope I never wake up.

She started licking and kissing my more sweaty spots first. Any worries I might taste sour vaporized after seeing her face while she savored me. So I fully let go, closed my eyes and let her have her way with me however she wanted. Visual stimulation is overrated. She licked, tasted and savored every square inch of my body; except of course ‘Little Lars.’ That one should wait its turn.

She then collected a bit of saliva mixed with my sweat that was in my belly button, placed it her palm and whispered a spell in Quenya close to it. I was curious and opened my eyes to see what she was doing. She used a water element spell to multiply my sweat, turned it a bit more oily and started rubbing her whole body with it. ‘Magic is real’ I thought, though I already knew that.

My sweat was mixed with the power of her spell and her pheromones and she now smelled even more heavenly, which I thought was not possible.

Now she was shiny and sparkly on top of being smoking hot. I assumed she was going to rub her body over mine like a Japanese ex of mine — who used essential oils instead — did once, and that’s what she did.

She slowly started rubbing her plump tits over my chest and up to my face. Right when I was about to lick them she placed herself back to my chest. What a lovely cock-teaser... I gave up again, curious to see what she would do to me next. She finally started paying attention to ‘Little Lars’, which was in full mast position the entire time.

She barely passed one of her nipples over its head; she almost did not touch it. Little Lars jolted like waking up from a sleep and she giggled. How I loved that little shy giggle of hers.

She gradually got bolder with it and finally captured it between her tits, which made me twitch like I was pricked with a needle. She gave me the best tit-job I’ve ever had, by far, she sampled some of my precum with her mouth, I sensed her lust growing fiercer, along with mine, and she then switched to feral mode.

She deep-throated me hungrily, licked my balls and ass, got back to deep-throating me, fingered me, played with her pussy, and just when I was about to empty a Queen-volumed cum load deep in her throat she released me.

“Let us both cool down for a spell, lust overtook me like a Balrog and I almost drank you dry. Your sweet Virya is not meant for my stomach.”

After a few minutes she casually rode me. She placed me in her sweet pussy and went balls deep in one go. I felt her womb welcoming me. A little sigh of pleasure & pain escaped her lips and when she got used to me she started riding. I tried placing my hands on her slim waist to help her, but she removed them, shaking her head and nodding me to let go. I did. I was having too much fun to ruin it with pointless sexual power dynamics.

She rode me gently at first, then she started riding me fast, like I was Shadowfax, a Meara that was ‘The Lord of all Horses’. It took all my will-power and then some to last so long, in both her plane and mine, and in all three of her orifices, but now all I wanted to do was flood her sperm thirsty womb with my Virya. But not until she released her Amrita onto me.

She was fully lost in the spell of fucking me. At one point she removed me from her pussy, put me in her ass casually, rode me balls deep with her face in a mix of pain and pleasure, her eyes closed and her mouth half-opened (occasionally swearing in Quenya) and when her ass had its fill she put me back in her pussy.

After tens of minutes she was finally ready. She did not speak, she just looked me in the eyes and slightly nodded. I nodded back and got ready to synchronize my orgasm with hers. That was the strongest orgasm of my life. I came the nanosecond she did; she consumed my lust and pleasure and I consumed hers.

We were both filled to the brim. I kept cumming into her for minutes, first from my balls and then from my pee sack, which I transmuted into sperm (I know magic tricks too). She flooded my body, my sheets, my bed and even my bedroom with a Goddess level Amrita torrent.

We both cried from a mix of pleasure, bliss and some pain. Time stopped at that moment. Eventually we ran out of steam and juices. We cuddled face to face, no showers, no nothing. We were each other’s shower.

We looked at each other deep in the eyes and we sensed the Magic getting rapidly enhanced. We let go of all fear, all worries, all earthly and elvish bounds and memories, gently kissed each other and said to each other at the same time, without ever blinking: Melinyel Amin mela lle.

Light filled our room, a light brighter than the Sun. We slept peacefully in that Light and when we woke up we realized we had completed the Dagor Dagorath test. The test of all tests, though no global war was required. We cried from pure bliss and kissed each other, tasting infinity. We then flew, together, to where our hearts called us: tähdet.

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