DREAMBENDER ADVENTURES: TANIA
By
Warren Thomas
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PUBLISHED BY:
Rollicking Dragon Press
Copyright 2016 by Warren Thomas
Cover by Tony Tzanoukakis
This is a work of fiction. The names, characters, and locations within either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, or locales is entirely coincidental. All characters in this story are 18 years old or older.
TABLE OF CONTENTS:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
List of other books by Warren
About the Author
Dreambender Adventures: Tania
"This is it?" I said, scowling at the Hotel Risqué Nuit. It wasn't my first choice, but the first hotel refused to honor my reservation. I was desperate, and the taxi driver knew a hotel just around the corner from my meeting in the morning. "Looks like something out of a Dracula movie."
The architecture was definitely Gothic. That meant it was old. Five stories, and good luck finding a working elevator. I bet they gave me a room on the top floor, too.
"It'll do," I said, handing the driver the fee and a tip. "Thanks."
It was late. My plane on the first leg of my flight was delayed, so I missed my connecting flight. Of course that meant my luggage was lost. Then there was the shit at the really nice hotel when they gave my room to someone else. I wasn't that late. Dammit.
The only saving grace was I took a carry-on. My essentials were in it, including my laptop with my presentation. I'd have to wear the same clothes to the meeting, but at least I'd be rested and showered. That had to be something, right?
"Hello, welcome to the Risqué Night," a smoldering hot redhead said. She stood behind the check in desk, so must be the clerk. "I am Lady Sonja. Do you have a reservation?"
I think I gawked at her a long second. Yeah, she was that hot. She had a slow Southern drawl that could peel the shorts of a preacher man. I was in deep lust.
"No, I don't, Lady Sonja," I said, getting control of my wits before I embarrassed myself too much. Her sultry little smile told me she knew. Yeah, she knew. "That's an interesting name you have."
"I'm an interesting kind of girl," she purred. Her baby blues looked me up and down, and then she bit her lip. I almost groaned. "Do I need to send a bellhop to get the rest of your luggage?"
"No, the airline lost it," I said, my frustration bleeding out.
"Awww, I'm so sorry," she said, starting to type. She actually sounded sorry, too. I was willing to believe, anyway. "Bad day?"
"Is it obvious?" I said, and gave a stressed little laugh. She nodded. "I'm to meet some real ball-busters tomorrow morning, and everything when wrong today."
"I can guarantee a night here will leave you stress free and ready to take on the world tomorrow," she said. "The Risqué Nuit is very special."
"How risqué is it?" I asked.
Lady Sonja winked, "Oh, sir, I can't begin to give it justice."
Okay, I had visions of Lady Sonja paying me a midnight visit. She giggled and wiggled behind that counter, and gave me a smoldering look that said she knew what I was thinking, and she liked it.
"Your name, sir?"
"Tanner Craig," I said, leaning on the counter and getting a nice view down her cleavage. That woman had a body to die for, and she wore a black evening gown with a plunging neckline. I wondered if the cleaning women were dressed as French maids or something. "But you can call me Tanner."
She cut me a sexy look, smiled, and whispered, "I will."
Maybe my imagination was going a little crazy. But just that little bit of flirting helped relieve a lot of my stress. Then she was all business, giving me options on accommodations. I picked a middle range room, which was on the third floor. I gave her my credit card, and she gave me a real brass key.
"I haven't seen a real hotel key in over ten years," I said.
"We're very traditional here, Tanner," she said. She pointed, "The elevator is over there. Do you need a bellhop to escort you up?"
"I'd rather you escort me," I said hopefully. She just laughed. "I think I can find it."
The elevator was something out of the twenties or thirties, but it worked. Soon I was unlocking my door. It wasn't much, but looked luxurious. The bed was queen-sized, and it had a bathroom. The usual amenities were in the room: TV, desk, coffee maker.
I removed my suit jacket and fell straight back on the bed. I lay there spread-eagle, so damned glad that nightmare of a day was over. All I had to do was get through tomorrow's meetings without screwing up and I was home free. Of course, my clients were total ass holes and so demanding and thin-skinned. It wasn't going to be easy.
It felt good laying there. So relaxing. The AC was kicking it. I loved sleeping in a cold room. Soon I felt myself drifting off, and then it was lights out.
Chapter 2
"What the…?" I said, sitting straight up.
Someone was pounding on the door.
"Wake up, Tania!" a man cried, his voice deep and gravelly. "Wake up, you drunken whore."
Did he just call me a whore? I thought as I pushed long blonde hair straight back out of my face. "What the hell?"
I didn't have long hair, much less blonde hair. And then my eyes locked on my hand. It was a woman's hand, with a silvery brace on the forearm. Looking down, I saw two long, tan legs stuffed into a pair of black high-heeled thigh boots. A woman's legs and footwear.
"This is not… I mean," I said, my hands going to my chest to find large, firm tits. Just gorgeous tits. "Holy shit."
That's when I realized my voice was all wrong. It was a deep, rich voice, but definitely a woman's voice. I looked around for a mirror, but there wasn't one. I wasn't even in the same room in which I fell asleep.
"Where am I?"
It was a tiny room, with nothing but a tiny bed. Not even a twin. Hell, I'd hardly call it a bed, really. It was a wooden frame with a canvas stretched across the top and held in place with laces. The nice, cold AC I enjoyed before falling asleep was gone, replaced by an open window letting in almost no breeze. It was sultry hot, too.
"Tania! Open up!"
I stood up and hurried to the door. I didn't know if I was going to open it, or try to keep him out. He sounded angry. Besides, I didn't want anyone to see me like that. Was I really a woman?
"Who are you?"
"What do you mean? I'm Tark! I own this tavern, you stupid idiot whore," he shouted. "Open up. It's time to pay for this room."
I looked down at my thigh boots. Very pretty. "Am I a hooker?"
Looking around, I found the rest of my clothing. If you can call it that. My top was a black leather halter. Very skimpy. I found the tan lines on my body to prove it was mine. There was also a pair of leather triangles, of black leather with bronze scale armor that my mind identified as my loincloth. Last, but most interesting, was a sword belt with sword and dagger.
"I'm a warrior whore?" I looked at my discarded, skimpy clothes, at my boots, at my boobs and sweetly rounded hips. "I read way too many comic books in my youth. I'm surprised I'm not a redhead."
Tark pounded on the door again. I think he kicked it, too.
"Open this door now," he said, sounding twice as angry as before.
I guess I kind of panicked. The "lock" was a beam across the door. I lifted it out of place and leaned it against the wall. Tark didn't wait for me to open the door. He barged in.
"Holy shit, what the hell are you?" I said, before I thought.
His bestial brown eyes narrowed.
He looked like something out of a nightmare. At least his face did: sloping forehead, with a boney ridge rising up from the tip of his broad nose, up and over the top of his head. No hair on that head, either. His shoulders were broad and thickly muscled, and his hands had six fingers. He had a greenish tint to his skin, but otherwise looked human enough. All Tark wore was a greasy looking loincloth of dirty cotton.
"I'm not in a joking mood, Tania," he growled.
He didn't have to say. My "memory" returned. Tark was half-goblin, half-human. Probably more goblin than human, if you ask me. I also recalled him bringing me, Tania, up to the room, stripping me, and then making me kneel and suck him off. To pay for the room.
Bastard made me swallow it, too.
Memories of being on my knees and licking his nastiness flooded my mind. I kind of swooned, not believing I could do such a thing. He rubbed his cock and balls all over my face, making me lick and suck. Once he was satisfied, or just impatient, Tark forced me to go down on him. It seemed to last forever, before he finally thrust to the back of my throat and flooded my mouth with so much cum some of it dribbled out of my mouth.
I felt just a little queasy.
"I paid for it last night, in the most unsavory way imaginable," I said.
"Ha! You were too sloppy drunk to do even a half-ass blowjob," Tark said. "I told you I'd be back this morning to collect the rest."
I remembered. Worse, I agreed to it. Why?
Then it occurred to me. DREAM!
Oh, what a relief, I thought. This is just a dream. Tark pulled off his loincloth, tossing it on the floor. My eyes locked on his semi-erect cock. It was the biggest, thickest cock I'd ever seen, and his balls were ginormous. Okay, make that a nightmare.
It got worse. My body reacted profoundly, and not in a manner I thought it should. My insides felt all hot and fluttery, while my pussy got very hot and slick. Despite my horror and disgust, my body was horny. My body was ready to go.
Does stress cause nightmares?
Before I could sort anything out, Tark took full advantage of me. His thick arms wrapped around my waist, as he buried his face between my tits.
"Aaiiee!" I cried, back bowing as he lifted me off the floor. My booted feet kicked and flailed, as he bore me straight back onto the bed. My legs spread of their own volition, and I found him firmly between them and his big dick lying across my lower belly. "What are you doing?"
"Do you ever stop joking?" Tark said, and then sucked in a sensitive nipple.
I gasped, staring at him incredulously. The most amazing sensations rippled out from that nipple, spreading through my overheated body. I writhed and bucked, gasped and clutched at him. But I noticed I wasn't doing anything to stop him or force him away.
A hundred different moves to break free came to mind. I realized I was highly trained in the martial arts. I was especially good at sword fighting. And I "remembered" that I was a bounty hunter.
"I'm Tania Dragonslayer."
"Yeah, I know," Tark said. He moved up over me, face just inches from mine. I felt his hot breath on my lips. Our eyes locked, and I got lost in our gaze. And then he kissed me, long and passionately. "Mmmgh."
"Mmmm," I groaned, and opened his mouth with mine. Our tongues began taunting and teasing. I pressed my nakedness against his, and reached down to wrap a hand around his erection. After just a few strokes of that massive member, I came to my senses. "Huh? Uh-oh."
He pushed my hand off of his cock, and then nestled his dick deep in my folds. My breath caught. I think I actually made a pathetic squeaking sound.
"You are a strange woman, Tania," Tark said. He gathered my hands up, and then crossed them at the wrists above my head. He held them down with one hand, making me feel so helpless and vulnerable, while the other fondled my tits. "Your reputation says you are a badass bounty hunter and dragonslayer, yet you act like a virgin every time I fuck you."
I have to wake myself up before he – "Uggh," I said, cut off when Tark suddenly thrust into my pussy. Really, just the idea of having a pussy was crazy enough, but now a butt-ugly half-goblin monster was knee deep inside my dream pussy. And it hurt so good. "Uggh. Uggh."
I don't know if I like this dream or not, I thought. Part of me was disgusted beyond belief, really horrified at what he was doing to me, but another part was so turned on my body ached. I wanted more, more, more. It's only a dream, but what does it mean?
Tark kissed, fondled, and fucked me like that for the longest time. Hell, I never took more than maybe five minutes to finish. Tark fucked me long and hard for a good ten minutes, if it was a second. He thrust his full length into me every single time. That ugly bastard made me feel ever damned inch of him, over and over and over. Soon my body changed.
"Oh my god," I whispered, feeling hot tingles flow into my thighs. That rush to climax started, and there wasn't anything in heaven or earth more important than that orgasm. I bucked and writhed beneath him, crying out and struggling to pull my hands free. "Yes! Yes! Ooooh, YES!"
My body erupted with euphoric pleasure. I've never felt anything like it before. My man orgasm paled in comparison. I felt that climax in my bones. Tark thrust into me until my orgasm began to subside, and then he flipped me over to all fours, and plowed into me again.
"Aaaiiee!" I cried. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"
Tark yanked my hair, and swatted my butt. Thwack! Thwack!
"Yes! You're my daddy," I cried.
"What?" Tark said. "That's sick."
"Shut up and fuck me," I said.
The half-goblin thrust into me like a madman. It was the most amazing feeling. Who knew sex could be that amazing? Of course, it was just dream sex. Right? I mean, I came really hard and didn't wake up.
"Oooooooh," I sighed gustily when I felt Tark coming inside me. Yeah, it felt that good. "Oh, Tark, that was awesome."
He sighed, pulled out of me, and stood up. I rolled onto my side atop the bed and just quivered. I swear, now I know what women mean by the afterglow. Or was this something else? Whatever it was, I liked it. I liked it way too much.
"Do it again, baby," I purred. "Please, do it again."
"Ha! I like hearing you beg for more," Tark said. "Some badass warrior you are, heh?"
"Don't be mean," I said.
His attitude pissed me off. I just fucked him, for Christ's sake. Show some gratitude.
"You're a pig," I said, and then sat up.
"No, I'm a goblin," he said. "Half, anyways. Pigmen are totally different."
"Pigmen? Really? There are men who are half pigs?"
"Of course. Did you take a blow to the head or something?"
It came to me. I saw them in my head. They looked like men, over all, but their heads and faces were quite piggish looking. Uglier than goblins, even, and that was saying something.
"This is a weird dream world," I muttered.
"Dream world?" he said, tilting his head as he regarded me. "Did you join the Dream God's cult? I never took you as the religious type, Tania."
"Me, either," I whispered. "But I think I just had a religious moment."
"Ha! I know you did," Tark said as he tied his loincloth back on. "I fuck good."
I wanted to argue the point, but…
"If you're not out of here in ten minutes, I'm charging you another day and night," Tark said, heading for the still open door. "And I'll send up the Noor Twins to take payment out of your ass, too."
I scowled at him. "You better not."
I remembered the Noor Twins. They were orks, big and brutal. And their cocks were even longer and thicker than Tark's. They did everything together, and the one time I slept with them they completely trashed my pussy. I ached for a week.
I had to avoid those oversexed orks at all costs.
Tark barked a laugh and left. I rubbed my quivering belly as I looked around at my scattered clothing. My loincloth was against the far wall, so I stood and walked over. I've always loved the sound of heels on hardwood, but that was the first time I got t
o enjoy making it. The loincloth proved as skimpy as I remembered, just two triangles that tied together at my hips. No nether closure. No panties. Not even a fucking thong. So I picked up the halter top and tied it into place, before pausing to fluff my tits nicely.
Jesus, what the hell, I thought. How did I even know I could "fluff" my tits like that, and why did I want to display them so sexily? How caught up in this dream am I?
That made me pause to think. Have I ever had memories from times before a dream started? That was such a weird thing to happen, and I could remember most of Tania's life before that night. Or was it my life? It was almost as if I was teleported through time and space and dumped into the body of this woman named Tania Dragonslayer.
But that's impossible. Right?
I buckled on the sword belt, letting the sword ride on my left hip. At least I was still right-handed in my dream. Visions of past sword fights flashed through my mind, including a fight with a dragon-shifter just three months back. I lost that fight, and he fucked me for a month before I escaped. Yet, I escaped with a small fortune stolen from his treasure hoard.
Take that, Armilian! I thought proudly. Losing even a single coin of treasure was like a rusty knife to the belly for a dragon. And here I am remembering shit that never happened. I need to wake up.
How could I wake myself up? An orgasm didn't wake me up, and it was the most powerful climax of my life. What did it take? An explosion? End of the world?
I sighed and left the room. There wasn't anything to do but roll with the punches, and finish the dream. It had to end eventually. The alarm clock would wake me up eventually.
There were a dozen people in the tavern on the ground level. I was surprised to find the building was three floors high, and I was on the very top floor. The sound of my stilettos pulled everyone's gaze my way. I was the only woman in the room. I saw lust and longing in a dozen sets of eyes.
Kind of arousing, actually.
"I'm outta here, Tark," I shouted. I could hear him in the kitchen. "Thanks for the room and romp."
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