Two of the women took a flask of a reddish liquid off the tray and proceeded to pour it over her body. Then they rubbed it into her skin, all over her body, then her face, and finally they worked on her pussy, parted the lips and generously poured oil over it. Gentle hands turned her to lie face down on the cool marble and the back of her body received the same treatment. After they were finished, they turned her over again. She felt sticky, looked very shiny, but not for long. A long tube came out of nowhere descending from above and suddenly it sprayed a reddish dust over her body.
Again they turned her over so that the back of her body could be sprayed with the dust. When that was finished, they turned her, and spread her legs again. This time they parted the lips and held them open very far. She saw the man’s eyes glued to her vagina, felt it contracting with lust for him and she wished she could see that magnificent cock, but it was hidden behind the leather. She felt on fire, wanted him, wanted his fingers inside her, but he still didn’t move a muscle.
She felt a few slight pinches on the tender flesh of the lips and tried to see, but couldn’t. Their hands were in the way. Then they produced what looked like vaginal clamps and inserted them into her vagina and opened it. She felt the walls stretch, her vagina opening up for all to look inside. The laser came at her at an angle now, entering her, probing her. When it finished its work, one of the women produced a huge hypodermic needle and squirted red liquid inside. It felt warm. She felt it spread inside and fill her womb. It felt pleasant, erotic, and she let out a deep sigh of pleasure. She didn’t mind their administrations because they caused her to come again and again, but never enough to satisfy her, because her body yearned for the man.
The two women just next to her massaged her breasts, then worked on her nipples and the aureole. They painted her nipples a fiery red with a tool resembling a laser, the aureole around it in scarlet, and then sprinkled sparkling dust over the paint. Another laser appeared and it hovered over each nipple. She noticed them become larger, hard, and she ached for his lips on them, felt like begging him to take her, to fuck her.
They turned her over and she felt them working on her back, her buttocks, opening her anus and squirting oils into the passage. She closed her eyes and wished she knew what would come next. But, it would be a surprise, as this whole dream was.
The women, or priestesses, lifted her gently, sat her up and the four of them swiftly worked on her hair. Finally they stepped back and looked at the man.
He nodded. “Stand up on the altar,” he commanded.
She scrambled upright and stood.
“Turn around slowly so I may examine you.”
She twirled slowly feeling his eyes on every part of her body.
“Very good. We are ready then. Is the great hall ready for the initiation?”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
Sharin was surprised that the priests actually had voices and that he was addressed with highness caused her to believe he was some kind of leader—maybe a prince, a king.
“Follow me then,” the man commanded her.
She climbed off the altar and fell in behind him as he strode out of the chamber, the priests and priestesses flanking her, the guards falling in behind. They walked through endless hallways until they came to a huge chamber filled with people. A hush fell over the huge chamber as the entourage approached and the people stepped aside to let them through.
The man turned to her, held out his hand and she placed hers in his. They faced a glass plateau and he tugged her hand a little to indicate that she was to step onto it. He led her to the center of the plateau and turned her around to face the crowd below.
“What is your name,” she asked softly.
“You will know me by my Earth name. Here, you will only know me as the man who is about to impregnate you,” he said softly, his lips hardly moving. “Just follow my lead. It will all be over shortly and then we may retire to my quarters.”
“You’re a prince or a king?”
“I am the leader of these people, of this planet.”
She saw the sea of faces slowly disappear below as the plateau raised silently to hover high above. The people seemed far away now and though they could see her and the man through the glass, she hardly cared they were there. It was after all just the dream, and they were dream people, not real. But it felt exciting that all those faces were raised to see what would happen next. She felt his hands on her shoulders and he bent her gently forward.
She sensed what would happen next. A soft humming started, echoed throughout the great hall, and far below she saw the people link arms and sway back and forth. His hands were on her legs, parting them so that her feet were wide apart and her cunt was wide open, waiting…wanting…
Wishing she could see behind her, feast her eyes on his cock, his balls, she tried to glance back, but only saw his strong legs. She felt his fingers part the lips, the tip of his cock touching her and such wild fire coursed through her body, she was ready to burst.
With one thrust he slammed into her, the pain of his entry only momentarily, then causing a delicious rendering of her libido, a heavenly orgasm. That, which she’d waited for, wanted, now took her with full force, slamming into her time and time again. She moaned loudly, oblivious of the sea of faces now, relishing in the complete release, which she’d so craved and had never felt.
The chanting became louder, adding to the moment of utter abandonment to this wild man. She heard him groan softly as he shot his cum into her and stayed within her for what seemed a very long time. She wanted him to move again, to fuck her again, but it wasn’t to be.
Not then.
He pulled out and she watched reddish droplets trickle down her thighs. Like the rest of everything on the planet, his semen was red as well.
Within seconds, he scooped her into his arms, then raised her high above his head. For a moment she was afraid he’d send her crashing down to the cheering crowd below, but then she giggled. After all, why would he impregnate her only to kill her.
He turned a full circle, all the while holding her above his head, his hand between her legs on her crotch, his other hand behind her neck, his fingers tangled in the small braids.
The plateau lowered and still he held her above his head. When it touched the ground, the people fell to their knees and bowed low, their foreheads touching the marble tiles. The man stepped off the plateau and still holding her up high, he carried her off, down long hallways, until they came to shiny doors. They, like the roofs, seemed to be made of precious rubies and like all others, carvings graced them. But, this one had a crown imbedded on each door.
They opened silently and he strode through into the chamber beyond. When the doors closed, he finally set her down.
“You will know me as Paul,” he told her, this time a tender smile on his sensitive lips.
She melted under that smile, the throaty tone of his voice, and held out her hand. “I’m Sharin.”
“I know. I have waited for you a long time. And now you are finally mine.”
“I am?” Her heart somersaulted within her chest cavity and millions of butterflies raced from her throat to her pelvic area and back up again.
“I have waited for you for so long.”
“I’m beyond trying to figure this dream out, but I’ll believe you for now,” she whispered and looked beyond him at the exotic chamber, the silken array of pillows in the center, the statues that were now quite familiar to her. Incense burned in two tall golden incense burners sending tiny spirals of smoke toward the ceiling. The fragrance reminded her of honeysuckle, of fields of flowers. It was heady, so much, that she felt giddy as if she’d been drinking.
Paul took a step toward her and took her hand in his. “Would you share some wine with me?” he asked.
“Yes, please.” She swallowed and realized now how dry her throat had become. He led her to the pillow and with a sweep of his arm indicated her to relax. She sat amidst the pillows, leaned back, and watched as he s
trode to an exotic, jeweled cupboard. He took out a crystal flask filled with a bright mauve liquid and two golden goblets also encrusted with rubies. He poured the liquid into the goblets and walked back to join her. Sitting cross-legged beside her, he handed her one of the goblets and linked arms with her. The liquid within bubbled, a mauvish steam tickling her nose, its fragrance reminiscent of fruit, mangoes. When he held his goblet against her lips, she presumed she had to do the same with hers. She could barely reach his lips so he bent down a little, a gentle smile on his lips.
She sipped from the goblet and rolled the sweet nectar throughout her mouth before swallowing. It was good, so good that she drank the remainder down in one go. She felt it glide down to her stomach, settle there, and within seconds everything around her became hazy, as if she were floating in the skies.
He took the goblet from her hand and set it somewhere behind him. When his arms reached out for her, she slid into his embrace naturally, as if she’d always belonged there. “Paul,” she whispered, her voice sounding as if it were still somewhere on Earth, far away.
The sounds of tiny bells tinkled around them. Small beings flew around their heads resembling Tinkerbell from the Peter Pan movie. She peered at the tiny beings, saw their gossamer wings and watched as they sprinkled dust from above, tiny particles of gold, silver, crystal.
He lowered her. His face came nearer and his lips touched forehead. She smelled his male scent, inhaled it, waiting for his lips to find hers. But his lips brushed her nose, her cheeks, trailed down her neck until he took a nipple into his mouth and inhaled it deep into his mouth. She sucked in her breath. Her breasts were by no means that small, but it seemed as if half a breast had disappeared into his mouth as he sucked greedily. His hand kneaded her other breast, pinched her nipple. She squirmed beneath him, pushed her hips up to meet his, felt his cock against her belly, pulsing, reaching, hard as a rock.
“My God, Paul, what are you doing to me?” she managed as she felt her body turn to jelly, her loins aching for wanting him.
“Loving you as you deserve to be loved. You are now my mate eternal. We will always be together.”
“In dreams,” she whispered, the thought of waking up in the manor now becoming a nightmare, causing an ache within her chest, her heart. She didn’t want to wake up, never wanted this dream to end.
His lips left her breast and trailed down her stomach, her belly, until he reached her clit. Circling it slowly with his tongue, he caused it to harden, to make it throb, until she felt it would pop. He parted her legs, spread them wide so that the lips of her cunt opened naturally exposing the fragile flesh between. His fingers spread the lips even more until she felt they could stretch no further. She felt her opening widen, pulse with longing for him, juices running steadily. His tongue left her clit and traveled up and down the folds, licking each drop and savoring it. She reached down and tangled her fingers in his mane, pushing his face hard against her cunt.
She gasped and moaned loudly when his tongue entered her, searched, sucked, and she felt her juices squirt, but still she wasn’t satisfied. His hands left her cunt and searched for her anus. She felt him part her buttocks, a finger gently probe into that which no man had ever touched.
“Paul, take me, please…fuck me,” she begged, deep down now longing for his cock inside her, for his lips to meet her own and suck the love from her body. “I love you,” she whispered. “I don’t know how it’s possible that I love a dream man, but I do.”
He sat up then, on his knees, between her legs and gazed down at her. The expression on his face was the gentlest she’d ever seen on a man, his eyes filled with burning longing for her, blazing now, just like she’d seen them before when he stood at the end of the rainbow.
“And I love you, my sweet princess. Now, here, and on Earth and for all eternity.”
“On Earth? You’ll disappear once I wake up,” she said while letting out a soft sigh of regret. She reached out to him, urging him to come to her.
He lifted her hips, his large hands cupping her buttocks and positioned his magnificent tool against her opening. She held her breath as he entered. Slowly this time, teasing, taking his time. But she wanted more. She wanted to feel his arms around her, wanted him to hold her tight, to kiss her while he fucked her. Raising her body slightly, she grasped hold of his upper arms and pulled him down. As he lowered himself, holding her eyes with his own, he entered her, each thrust causing her to cry out in delight, until he finally gathered her in his arms and thrust completely into her, touching the core of her womanhood, rotating his cock within her. His lips crashed down on hers, his tongue entered her mouth and she felt the world spin faster and faster as he probed and sucked, his cock thrusting harder. She wrapped her legs around him, pushed her breasts hard against his chest.
Then, suddenly, she felt the strangest sensation. Opening her eyes just for a moment, she saw his eyes blazing down into hers. She felt drawn into him, her soul joining with his, their lifeforces joining forever until she felt completely molded to this man.
The world around her disappeared and she felt herself sinking slowly into oblivion. Just before she blacked out, she heard him roar, saw his eyes blaze with such fire that it seemed that he was the devil himself, and she felt his cum spurt into her with force, enter her womb and settle there.
* * * * *
Sharin woke up, her body lathered with perspiration. For moments she felt disoriented, then sat up with a start and gazed around the secret room. “What a helluva dream,” she said aloud and wiped her forehead. “If this is what this secret room does to a person, I’ll be here often,” she told herself, regret now filling her that she’d woken up to the real world.
“I’ve ordered breakfast,” a deep voice spoke, seemingly coming from nowhere. It startled her, and she looked around the room. Suddenly saw the owner of the voice standing by the window.
“It can’t be. I’m still dreaming,” she said.
“It’s not a dream, as I told you before.”
He turned to face her then and she gazed at the magnificent man looking at her, a loving smile on his lips, his eyes, now blue, filled with tender loving. “Paul…but how…”
“We’ll get dressed and have breakfast first. Then I’ll explain everything.”
She scrambled up, felt a tenderness between her legs, her cunt rather sore. Glancing down she saw her nakedness, her bush gone, and two tiny gold crowns imbedded above her nipples and her skin still glowed.
“I’m back at the manor. This is the secret room,” she stated and moved toward him.
“Yes, you’re back and you took me with you. I needed you to bring me back here.”
“I don’t understand any of it.” But did she really want to understand it? All that mattered was that she was fully awake now, back at the manor and the man of her dreams was right here with her.
“How about we shower? The servants might find our appearance rather strange.”
She looked at him closer and noticed that his mane of scarlet hair was now a deep auburn, his eyes no longer glowing. The only strange thing about him was his glowing skin. She scanned him from head to toe, her gaze lingering on his pubic area, his cock, now flaccid, but still wonderfully big, resting on the sack.
“You look like a normal man. Where did you come from? How did you know about the secret room?”
“You know where I came from. Where you’ve just been. Look at your body. It’s all real. Only the stardust will wash off. The crowns will stay and your pubic area will remain smooth and hairless.”
“You did all this to me while I slept. You must have drugged me,” she said, still disbelieving what she’d just experienced.
“No. I don’t believe in the use of drugs. The elixir I gave you only made it possible for us to transfer to my planet and then back to Earth. It temporarily dissolves the tissues of the body, turning it into a million energy particles so we can travel through space faster than the speed of light. Once on Earth, the particles rea
ssemble and we are once again people. I now have an earthly body, just like any other man on Earth.”
“Hardly like any other man,” Sharin murmured.
“Let’s go and shower. We have so much to talk about,” he said while taking her hands in his and drawing her against his naked body. She felt the thrills course through her, the familiar longing ache start between her legs, but she needed to know first, find out more about this strange man.
She noticed the crystal flask of blue liquid on the floor. “That’s it?” she asked and reached down to pick it up.
“Yes, be careful with it. We will need to use it many times in the future to visit our children.”
“Our children?”
“Yes. The ones that were conceived on my planet. The child you carry beneath your heart right now will be raised on Earth to carry on the Jackson line and continue the tradition.”
“It would help if I knew what you’re talking about.”
“You will. Shortly.”
He followed her down the spiral stairs, down the corridor, to her room. Once she was back in familiar surroundings, she swiveled to make sure this wasn’t still a dream. But he stood there in his full naked glory, his eyes raking her body, lust swelling his cock.
“I still find it hard to believe,” she said, glancing at the bed, expecting to see herself sleeping there.
“I admit it must be difficult for you. After all, your parents left the manor many years ago and you were never told and prepared, as you should have been.”
“They died when I was very young.”
“I know. And strangers who could hardly prepare you for the future, for your destiny, raised you. If your late uncle could have only found you sooner…”
She held her breath as he stepped toward her, wanting him, needing his towering strength. Her legs felt weak, her knees like jelly and her need to have him take her again grew to an intensity that it almost stopped her breath.
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