Mine

I was dreaming. I knew I was dreaming since it was something I could always tell, but the knowledge didn't have the comfort that it usually brought. It was frightening because I also knew that it wasn't my mind that was creating it. Someone else held the strings of my dream and, ironically, it left me feeling alone and very small.

In the dream I was alone. And it was dark, like night with blue-toned moonlight, but no moon that I saw. It was a scene that someone else had placed in my mind that went under their rules. But from the feeling of their mind encompassing my dream, they didn't hate me. That was some comfort.

I walked in what looked like an endless darkened plain of soft, lush grass. When I looked down I could make out my bare feet standing out palely against the dark grass, going to the dark jeans that I usually wore, which nearly faded into it. Then I felt wind brushing my cheek and heard it rustling the grass. It was the first thing I'd heard since I entered that atmosphere, as for some reason the rustling of my clothes was silent. I shuddered. The longer I existed in the plain, the more unnerved I was because of it, the way that I was just walking there, my dream-me completely at his mercy. I knew it was a 'he' most acutely.

And then something touched my arm. The tension was so thick at the time that I jumped and let out a yelp. I felt his amused voice vibrating through my mind. 'Don't be afraid of them, these are my will. Submit to them.'

The thing that had touched me caressed my arm and I backed away from it, clutching the skin it had touched with my other hand. It had felt like soft leather and as I warily turned to look at it I saw that it was dark in color and long like a snake. I couldn't make out any real details. One of its ends had touched me and I couldn't see the other end. Wait, he had said 'them'...

Another one coiled around my waist and tried to pull me back towards it. I dug my heels into the grass and pulled and clawed at it. "Your will is dang scary and should get away from my person!" I yelled into the moonlit field.

'You don't understand,' his voice sighed in my ear. 'Why is it that humans never--No, don't fight them.'

The...thing... Will-thing had resumed pulling at me. And I, previously distracted by his voice, resumed pulling at it. It was immensely strong. I had no doubt that it could have lifted me up and carried me without trouble. It was his will in a place of his creation. I stood no chance, physically. So time for negotiations. I let the 'will' lead me a bit as I tried to reason with him.

"Why are you doing this anyway? It seems like a great bother just for the sake of scaring a human girl." I had stopped yelling. He could probably hear me just as easily.

'I am doing this because you are mine. I'm not trying to scare you, you must submit. And you're not human, even if you were raised to think like one.'

As he was talking, the 'will' around my waist stopped leading me and slipped off. As I was trying to think of how to respond to that, another four grabbed me around each wrist and ankle. That scared me. I began struggling in earnest and they tightened their grip, pulling me to the ground.

"I am human. Please make them stop."

'You're mine. Submit. I will make you feel good.'

It was then that another, thinner 'will' came up and flicked open the button on the front of my jeans. I tried to knock it away, but my hands were still held. I should have been wholly terrified, but, while I was certainly scared, I was still in control of myself and trying to think of a way out of this. I was being held lying on my back by all four limbs, but the rest of my body could move, so I wriggled against the efforts of the smaller 'will'.

"I don't want to be made to feel good. You're making a mistake. You have the wrong girl."

'With every moment that passes I can feel that you are mine. I am teaching you that.'

The 'will' that had been around my waist before wrapped around my torso, holding me more still against the grass. I glared at it as the smaller one successfully pulled down my zipper and began to pull my jeans down with only minor difficulty posed by my leg wiggling.

"Seriously, let go of me," I ground out as the 'will' turned its attention to getting my top off. For some reason in the dream I wasn't wearing underwear.

'I am taming you to my will.'

Getting the top off required some maneuvering between the one across my ribs and the one that was undressing. The bigger slid down to hold just above my hips still instead, and the smaller grew impatient with my top and briskly sliced it down the front, then sliced the sleeves so the ones holding my wrists wouldn't have to move to get the top off. I was effectively bare.

I had no idea what was going to come next. Imagine my surprise when the undresser started up a soothing massage on my scalp. It felt...really good. Another one of similar size began massaging on the other side. I had to concentrate to keep from subconsciously giving in. I got the very distinct feeling that if I gave in, that would be it.

"I'm not sure how you think this is accomplishing anything. I still find your will very scary. And I'm still human--eep!"

As I was speaking another 'will' came up and flicked my right nipple, rather hard. It pebbled instantly and I tried to twist to the side to evade it.

'Stop denying, stop fighting, and submit! You are mine.'

He seemed to have grown impatient with me. That just made me angry, I was well passed impatient with him.

"I am not yours, I do not belong to you! Let me--" I broke off sharply as one of the wills snaked between my legs. I froze as it parted my folds and shuddered as it began flicking a particularly sensitive spot. The wills holding my ankles spread my legs further. I felt more helpless than ever, even though, oddly enough, my fear at him and his will had faded beneath my annoyance and rebellion and...excitement. I hadn't realized until that moment how very exciting all of this was, even if it wasn't really in a good way.

I was taken from my thoughts when a fairly thin will began to snake inside me. I bucked away from it and began struggling in earnest again. Then another one began to nudge into me from behind. How it had gotten slicked for penetration, I'll never know. Then I had to stop bucking because bucking away from one was bucking into the other.

By that time my neck was quite sore from craning around, so I let my head fall back to the grass. I narrowed my eyes at his night sky as I felt his 'will' penetrating me from both sides. Neither of them were thick enough to be particularly uncomfortable; they were really quite thin. But it was still...embarassing? Felt shameful? I'm not quite sure.

'You are mine and I'll make you know it.'

The word 'mine' was emphasized by both of them giving a little swish inside me, both of them hitting spots that made me gasp. Then the one in my ass slipped out and I resumed struggling, despite the one still inside me giving little swishes. Then a thicker one, maybe a bit more than two fingers, came up behind me and nudged at my hole. I snorted and tightened against its entry, still struggling. It thrust brutally inside me and tears sprang to my eyes.

I went limp. "Your will is hurting me," I whimpered. But even as I said it, it was no longer true.

Both the wills inside me had taken up an easy, almost comforting rhythm. With my muscles relaxed it didn't hurt any more. Then all at once it felt entirely different.

'See? I never want to hurt you, you're mine.' I could feel his pleasure at my submission.

"It's...I...stop that..." I half-moaned. I didn't want to like what this strange man was doing, even if I'd given up on openly fighting it.

I was really very surprised when they actually stopped, not to mention somewhat disappointed. I had been determined to highly disapprove of what he was doing to me, but that didn't mean that I truly wanted those feelings to stop. But the wills inside me lay still, not slipping out, just not moving.

However much I wanted to stop it, (which wasn't all that much, even if I didn't want to admit it to myself; I was too far gone by then) a whimper came from my throat and I tossed my head slightly.

"Now let me go..." I moaned to him. "And I'm still human, you know. You've still made a mistake..."

'Stop denying it,' his words were punctuated by one of the wills coming up and playing with my breast, to which I half-heartedly squirmed. 'Say that you're mine.'

"Shan't," I murmured, trying to roll to my side and curl into a ball, even though the wills obviously stopped me. "'Cause it's not true. And you're not here. And I'm not sure if you're real."

'You are sure that I am real. Say it.'

The two wills lashed inside me as the one on my breast pinched my nipple. I gasped, "Shan't. I don't belong to anyone."

'You are mine and you shall say it!'

I was somewhat scared by the tone of his voice in my mind. I don't much like being scared, as you can probably tell. I opened my mouth then clacked it shut, turning my head to the side.

Both the wills inside me pulled out sharply, making me feel somewhat bereft. I tried to squeeze my legs together, but of course I couldn't. I bucked against the hold of all the wills in frustration, and they all tightened their grip nearly painfully, all the while the one on my breast tweaking and squeezing irately.

Then two more began entering, both wider than they had been before. Having learned my lesson from before, I went still and tried to relax. They weren't that much wider, but it was definitely more. With how still I was, I could feel so easily as they slowly entered me. And the one in my anus hurt as it went further than it had before and I whimpered, trying to be careful not to tense. Then they rested still, just their presence giving me back some of those feelings.

'Say that you're mine.'

"Shan't."

Suddenly both of them pulled half out and slammed back in very quickly. I squealed in both pleasure and pain, more from pain though. "Don't do that!"

'Say it.'

The two inside me started up a tantalizing little vibration. I could feel my resolve against completely giving over to the will of this strange man slip. Then one began rubbing my clit. I gasped at the feeling, then it abruptly stopped. That was it, if he needed those words for this to happen then...

"I'm yours," I whispered.

'What was that?' I felt a teasing flick on my little bundle of nerves.

"I'm yours, I belong to you!"

'Yes...'

I gave a loud moan as the two inside me and the one on my clit all started up at once. It felt...almost electric with all the sheer pleasure happening at once. I threw my head back and howled. If I had been coherent, I would have been surprised at the sound coming from my mouth. But I wasn't coherent.

I suddenly felt it building ever so tangibly. My breath quickened and I heard his voice.

'Mine.'

Then I crashed over with another howl, his approval humming in my mind and my hips bucking as waves of sensation flowed over me.

When I could think again, I found that I had been released. The 'wills' were no where in sight in that grassy field filled with moonlight. I curled up with a contented sigh. Looking back on it, I realized that I'd meant it when I declared his ownership of me.

'I'll find you soon.' His voice was deep and soft.

Then I could feel myself waking from this strange and wonderful dream. "Good, I need you here with me," I murmured.

Then I opened my eyes to see sunlight slanting through my windows into my bed. I sighed and rolled over, not wanting to get up and leave my warm duvet just yet. I hoped he would find me soon. I think I needed him.

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So... That was my first actual written lemon. Did I pass? And I'm sorry about the cliche name, but it suited my purpose and I could think of nothing better.

Vampirism will be made apparent in later chapters, though it'll be vampiric werewolves. It might not technically fit perfectly in the "Vampire" category, but there will definitely be sexy, fanged blood-drinkers. Anyway, different sexy, immortal (depending on who you ask), supernatural being, same flavor. Just with more howling and claws.

I WILL CONTINUE MY HARRY POTTER FIC, 'COMPLICATIONS'! I've just been having computer, creativity flow, and frequent-going-out-of-town issues with it. I'd get the first paragraph or so, leave home for a few days, come back and scrap what I'd done and start over. Rinse, lather, repeat. Then this little plot bunny kept bothering me, and I figured, eh, I should probably get some lemon experience before I apply to my main story. I have been working on the next chapter for 'Complications', difficult though it has been. I won't give up on it, never fear. I also can't promise that it'll be out soon.

This chapter is unbeta'd. I haven't ever read it over... I'll go do that now before I submit.

I hope you enjoyed, please review and tell me if you think this rabid plot bunny is worth properly pursuing.