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The very first time that Dream had noticed you, he was immediately drawn to you like a moth to a flame.
As a quiet artist, you had a natural sweetness that translated into generosity and kind, thoughtful actions that brought hope to others.
The world was often such a dark place with sparkling souls scattered throughout. You, however, shattered that darkness to pieces like a supernova. Wherever you walked the darkness was torn asunder.
Every quiet action, every gentle word and intent filled Dream with blazing power.
The Guardian of Hopes and Dreams couldn’t seem to get enough of your lavish spirit and craved so much more.
So it wasn’t too much of a stretch when he found himself in your room, waiting for you to fall asleep. He felt so very sure that your REM state would be full of positive auras; an unbridled fountain of pure, radiant emotions that he could siphon into.
He had his energy bottles ready to store away reserves of your hopes and dreams for later and he watched eagerly as you slipped into your first dream, his magic swelling with excitement at the prospect of some sweet, sugary energy you would produce.
However, Dream was absolutely stymied when your body began to writhe and a soft, rather lewd whimper escaped your lips. Waves of pure, blissful pleasure were rolling off you and he took a step back as it overwhelmed him. This was less like the bursting light that constantly surrounded you in your waking moments and more like a tsunami of indescribable fulfillment.
Dream was gasping, clutching his sternum as overwhelming desire raged through his bones, flushing him with blazing light that shimmered like the sun.
He was no stranger to wet dreams but this was something that he knew instantly that he needed to be personally involved in.
The overwhelming power that was exuding from you was just too tantalizing to pass up.
Without thinking and fervent in his haste, he climbed onto your bed, his giant form looming over your own smaller one as he straddled you and lightly stroked your cheeks with his zealous phalanges.
“So beautiful… such a saccharine dreamer.” He groaned softly, before dipping down to nuzzle your lips.
And he activated his powers, his sockets flashing with white, soft starry orbs and a golden gradient.
As he sank into the illusion your mind was playing, he was instantly taken aback by the forceful nature of your imagination, gulping with exhaustion as he realized with some tentative concern that you were no ordinary dreamer…
You were a lucid dreamer.
Dream loved those individuals with the imagination and will to create and control their own dreams, but they were such wild cards.
And his point was proven when he saw what you were doing…
Or rather, whom you were doing.
There was absolutely no way to deny it as he observed you pinned powerfully to the ground, an aquamarine tongue tracing your breasts, trailing up your neck and behind your ear.
He observed the pitch-black figure that easily dwarfed and overpowered your tiny, supple body, with those glinting, writhing tentacles, the cyclopean socket that flashed with aquamarine colored magic that drifted like smoke from a wildfire- It was your summoned imitation of his nemesis, Nightmare, who groaned into your skin and thrust roughly within you.
“Little Dreamer… How many more times will you do this to yourself?” The dark Sans growled with a voice that echoed strangely, almost hollowly.
“As many times as I want.” You’d replied, squealing as he rutted aggressively into you, a soft, luminescent obsidian and cyan streaked cock casting light on your body every time he drew away, only to slam his pelvis right back into you.
“N-Nightmare! Please I need more!” You whimpered with craving.
“I know what you need, Little Dreamer.” Nightmare chuckled into your hair, his turquoise tongue lolling as he bit into your shoulder, savoring your soft cries.
The illusion huffed in his efforts against your much smaller body, fully possessing you, plundering you like a coveted treasure.
Dream felt his spirit drop in surprise. Your pleasure was so very potent, filling him to overflowing, and you were deriving it from your artificially imagined Nightmare.
What madness was this?
Another wave of pleasure sent him stiffening, his magic straining against his pants and he didn’t hesitate as he quickly bent and slipped into the form of Nightmare, taking on the powerful image you had conjured and making it his own, his grip tightening around your limbs as he gave you a sinister smirk with Nightmare’s face.
“What would people think of you if they knew?” He simpered huskily into the side of your face as you quaked under his frame, unable to cling to him when he forced your limbs apart in a perfect pentagram, stretching and filling you full to bursting.
“What would all your friends think of you, if they saw you like this?” Dream chuckled deeply, growling into your ear as you moaned lustfully.
Dream was trying so very hard to keep himself contained as the intense pleasure under his ministrations continued to build inside of you, feeding back into him and increasing his power, almost beyond his control.
Two more tentacles sprouted from his back at the boost of power he received, lightly streaked with gold.
He wasted no time in using them to slide along your body, trying to caress and touch every last inch of you, from your sensitive breasts to your navel and along your calves.
You didn’t notice the shift from turquoise to gold in his coloration, squeezing your eyes shut with the addition of these new limbs, chilling tingles running up and down like fireworks in your mind.
Your toes curled and your nipples peaked and stiffened, as they were simultaneously caressed by those cool, jelly-like tentacles, and a terrible heat bloomed inside of you, electric pulses streaking from those points of pleasure to wind tightly in your center.
“Be a good little slut and open your mouth.” Dream growled in Nightmare’s voice, longing to taste you for himself and thrilled when you submissively parted your lips for him.
He wasted no time to dip his ecto-tongue inside of your mouth, caressing your much smaller muscle and giving a sharp groan at the honeyed taste of your mouth.
Surprise filtered through you. You imagined Nightmare tasting much differently… like black licorice or taro.
Instead, the sweet and overwhelming flavor of lemon permeated your mouth, slightly sour with soft notes of ginger. It was addicting and you suckled his tongue languidly as he groaned and whined, still thrusting deep inside you.
He lavished your mouth with attention and stroked his tentacles along your body, the darkness starting to peel away from his glamour the more your pleasure mounted and magnified in him.
“No one would look at you the same way if they knew you allowed such an evil entity to use you like this.” Dream groaned deeply, trying to keep that harshness that existed within Nightmare’s maw in his own baritone.
Every single one of your sensitive spots was being enthusiastically stroked; every nerve on fire and your walls began to tighten around him, driving him crazy with instinctual lust.
He braced himself against the ground and gave a harsh shout as he drove himself into you, growling at the feeling of your silk walls tightening around him.
Shocks and spasms from the sensation of the sliding pseudo limbs over your body intensified, along with the deep spots he was hitting and you burst out in a desperate cry as your pleasure wound sharply into a tight coil.
“Are you going to cum for me?” that deep growl purred into your straining mouth and you squealed as his thrusts became rougher still, striking that sensitive spot within you over nd over again as he commanded you, “Cum. Cum for me. Do it, do it, D O I T. C U M.”
And you lost it, as his raw, powerful voice ripped through your senses.
You threw back your head as a powerful orgasm shook you, hitting you in powerful waves.
Your lover snarled deeply and a roar of elation tore from his throat as a warmth spilled into you.
Light burst and you closed your eyes, as pleasure invaded every nerve, like some sort of magical fire, licking your senses. You cried out and physically shook as your afterglow sent shocks through your system.
When your eyes began to adjust to the light, you found yourself looking into a pair of golden sockets, a pale, amber-flushed skull and a parted mandible, canines glinting at you harshly.
“Dream?”
His hazy sockets flashed as they suddenly focused on you, glowing with the brilliance of the pleasure that was shared between you as he panted and smiled in wonder at you.
“You…” You struggled, unable to really articulate this strange turn. Normally, you were able to orchestrate your own dreams, but this was now beyond a dream. It felt too vivid; you could feel him, still deeply rooted inside of you, and it was so good, but you were so confused. This wasn’t the end you’d had in mind for this dream…
He was huffing, looking at you with surprise as he spoke, bewildered, “You broke my glamour… You’re such a strong dreamer…so very creative and determined~” And he bent to give you another searing kiss, full of that sweet, lemony essence, distracting your confusion as you melted into that touch…
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It was with a sharp gasp that you woke up, panting as your body radiated with your trembling nerves and washed in an incredible afterglow.
You’d never woken from one of your wet dreams before. This was a first.
Frowning in bafflement, you noticed that the slick between your legs seemed to be… glimmering.
Was it a trick of the light?
A heat shuddered through you, as you remembered watching the darkness fall away from your lover, revealing a white, handsome skull with golden, glowing features and a ravenous expression that you never could have imagined on his face…
Stars, and he was so big too.
Flushing and staggering to your feet, you marveled at the memory of Dream. Had your Nightmare been Dream all along?
Pleasure tingled inside of you, and you felt very awake, bubbly even, as you moved to shower, humming softly to yourself, as you wondered at the perfect recollection from the dream, flushing with the intensity of it.
…You should really think about Dream more often.
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Dream watched you with hooded sockets as you went and took a shower, your body slick with his essence, your spirit glowing with luminous pleasure and marvel that radiated like the sun.
“Amazing, “ he murmured, his body aglow with magic and an appeased smile on his face.
“Yes, she is, isn’t she?”
Dream whirled, to find Nightmare, standing at the opposite end of the room, gazing with his single hooded socket.
“What are you doing here?” Dream asked flatly, materializing his bow with arrows at the ready.
“I felt a sense of conflict and was just a little intrigued to find that it came from you. Naturally, I came to investigate and what do I find? You, rutting like a beast, using MY form to do it.”
Nightmare laughed harshly as he peered around Dream into the bathroom, where you were currently bathing. You had left your bathroom door ajar and Nightmare could make out that nubile body-
“I’m FEEDING. Now GET LOST, Dark One.” Dream snarled, stepping in Nightmare’s view as he bared his fangs.
“I just thought she might like to know what the real thing is like.” Nightmare shrugged, in what seemed to be a casual moment as his cyclopean socket widened with self-satisfaction, “Bet you anything that would be an irony. If I appeared to her myself and showed her what I’m really like, unlike that pathetic likeness you orchestrated for her.”
“You won’t TOUCH her, she’s one of mine.” Dream growled as his protective nature rose like a tidal wave while Nightmare peered around him yet again.
The powerful waves of rapture Dream felt that had built up in his magic seemed to magnify in his being like sunlight concentrated in a magnifying glass. It burned Nightmare and the dark Sans shivered and shrank back from those emotions.
Glaring coldly, the villainous entity began to fade back into his own realm, cowed by the brilliant light that was radiating within Dream’s display of dominance. Before the cruel Sans vanished, he left behind words that absolutely twisted up Dream’s euphoria.
“If she’s truly yours, why does she call my name?”
Dream bared his teeth, his canines flashing as Nightmare faded away from this mortal realm before turning back to you. You had finished in the shower and were humming as you went back to bed, slipping into a dreamless sleep almost instantly.
Your soul pulsed with overwhelming peace and Dream couldn’t resist as he materialized his physical form into the real world and softly ran his phalanges through your hair. Smiling tightly, he popped open one of his empty bottles, his sockets flashing with power. He filled the overflow of your sweet, intoxicating energy into the empty bottle, and corked the opening tightly, placing the now gently glowing bottle on his belt with all the others he had gathered from you.
The Starry-eyed Sans took a breath, still giddy with the power you’d fed him with as he gazed adoringly at you.
“It doesn’t matter what you dream of. I’ll fight to my dying breath to protect you. That’s a promise.”