Taking your pleasure (Patreon)

You're visited by a figure from a dream...

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You had been dozing in bed, dreaming of an impossibly attractive figure, but knew you had things to do. But as you went to open your eyes, a voice entered your mind “Hush, human. Don’t open your eyes. I’m not out there. Not yet. Keep your eyes closed. Stay with me in your mind.”

It was an alluring voice. Sweet yet commanding. And in that instant, you felt like opening your eyes would be a mistake. “That’s right, human. Don’t worry about why you can’t move. Why it’s suddenly hard to think.” You felt the voice pushing your thoughts out of your head.

“I’m here to take your pleasure. I don’t need your mind, and therefore neither do you.” You could feel the voice filling up your brain. And you were now aware of your inability to move. To do anything but focus on the figure that you had been dreaming about. Now interacting with you.

Was this still a dream? It was hard to tell. It was hard to think. “Shh, human. It doesn’t matter if this is a dream.” You felt a pleasant sensation trailing down your body. Arousal sparking in your mind. “Because we both want you to feel good, isn’t that right?”

You felt your head move, out of your control, nodding up and down. “Such a good puppet for me, mortal. Such an obedient plaything. I love your kind. So easy for use.” You felt that sensation spiral down through your core, growing more intense, as your mind felt weaker.

“I just slip into your mind, like a dream, and begin to feed you what you want. And when you’re too weak… I make my move.” You felt the pleasant sensation solidify. A hand between your legs. A touch that felt incredible. Feeding your growing arousal with a stream of lust.

A moan slipped from your lips. Your mind was filled with their voice, and their image, burning itself into your memories. Tainting past lovers. “I’m going to ruin you to other humans, mortal. And you’re going to thank me. Thank me for making you feel this good.”

“T-thank you!” You cried.

The arousal was burning away more and more of your willpower, as you felt a weight straddling you, joining the hand between your legs. Your hips moved, desperate for more pleasure, and you felt the bliss increase as you moved. You were drowning in it.

And their laughter was echoing in your ears. It was impossible to resist their voice now. “That’s it, mortal. Feel the pleasure growing, multiplying, spiking higher, until you… Cum for me.” With a heat that branded your mind, the pleasure reached its climax. You were theirs.