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Category:
Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,707
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Roleplay is Fun!
A/N: This dream is sort of LARP (Live Action Role Play), which is one of my interests (I\'m a dork in more ways than one). And by the way, when I say I feel something, I really do. I wake up with mild pains from what goes on in my dreams.
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We were there, Chris (the DM) and I. My character was in a difficult situation, taken prisoner by some evil overlord or other. Of course, he was portraying the evil overlord. The room itself was dark, with a single window on the wall to my left. I was against one wall.
\"You think you can escape?\"
I was tied to a chair, but the bonds were fairly loose and he had caught me as I tried to wriggle out of them. He was facing me, an evil leer upon his face. His shortish black hair was messy, but it was that perfectly styled sort of mess, and he had about a two days growth of beard. He was wearing dark slacks and an untucked white shirt, and I was in leggings, knee high boots and a leather corset which pushed my breasts up in a rather eye-catching way.
\"No, I-\"
He cut me off, pulling me up with a grip on the front of my corset so that I was standing, the back of his warm hand against my breasts, inside the corset. My hands were now free, my wrists hurting from the scratch of the rope as he pulled me up, but I was still powerless. His face was only inches from mine, his breath stirring a strand of hair that rested on my cheek. My hair was long and dark red, most of it held back by a leather thong, but some still managed to escape no matter how hard I tried.
\"You\'ll never get back to them, no matter what you do. You do know that, don\'t you?\" He smiled again, a cruel smile reflecting how pleased with himself he was.
He was entrancing, and I couldn\'t seem to look away from his chocolate brown eyes no matter how hard I tried. Finally, with great effort I managed to break the mental hold on me, and I tried to break the physical one. I struggled, but he grabbed my hands and spun me cruelly, yanking me back against him so that I could feel the bulge in his pants pushing against my ass. He gripped both of my hands in one of his, forcing them behind me so that my fingertips brushed with the crotch of his pants as he held me tightly against him with his other arm.
He moved his hand up to my neck, stroking the lines of my strained muscles as I tried to avoid his touch. His finger trailed the line of my jaw as he whispered right against the shell of my ear.
\"I think you\'re enjoying this, aren\'t you?\" The line between characters and reality had blurred, and I could no longer tell if he was playing, or if he meant it.
He had his hand placed on my neck, allowing only enough air for me to breathe, so I was unable to answer. His hand began lazily drifting down bared skin below my neck, then further to the line of the corset. His fingers burned as they moved over the tops of my breasts, and I felt like I could no longer breathe.
With two quick movements I heard his slacks come unzipped and felt my own leggings yanked down and now his hardness was pressed into the cleft of my ass, as he licked the back of my neck with a pointed tongue, sending shivers down my spine. He could feel my reaction, and gave a darkly amused chuckle.
\"You want it, don\'t you?\"
His voice was gruff and hot in my ear, and I wasn\'t able to form a response before he slipped into me from behind, a surprised gasp escaping my lips. He thrust into me hard, slamming against my body as he pulled my breasts up and out of the corset, capturing my right breast in one hand as he pinched the nipple tightly. I grunted slightly as I felt another hard thrust and he bit the back of my neck; I could feel the impressions left by his teeth.
\"I know you want it, you\'re all wet.\" He still had my hands captured so I couldn\'t struggle, and he continued to pound into me pulling me down his shaft, every now and then leaving another bite mark on my neck or shoulders. He kept up his relentless rythym until...
...I woke up.
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A/N: That was a dream I had a few weeks ago. That was a REALLY fun dream.
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We were there, Chris (the DM) and I. My character was in a difficult situation, taken prisoner by some evil overlord or other. Of course, he was portraying the evil overlord. The room itself was dark, with a single window on the wall to my left. I was against one wall.
\"You think you can escape?\"
I was tied to a chair, but the bonds were fairly loose and he had caught me as I tried to wriggle out of them. He was facing me, an evil leer upon his face. His shortish black hair was messy, but it was that perfectly styled sort of mess, and he had about a two days growth of beard. He was wearing dark slacks and an untucked white shirt, and I was in leggings, knee high boots and a leather corset which pushed my breasts up in a rather eye-catching way.
\"No, I-\"
He cut me off, pulling me up with a grip on the front of my corset so that I was standing, the back of his warm hand against my breasts, inside the corset. My hands were now free, my wrists hurting from the scratch of the rope as he pulled me up, but I was still powerless. His face was only inches from mine, his breath stirring a strand of hair that rested on my cheek. My hair was long and dark red, most of it held back by a leather thong, but some still managed to escape no matter how hard I tried.
\"You\'ll never get back to them, no matter what you do. You do know that, don\'t you?\" He smiled again, a cruel smile reflecting how pleased with himself he was.
He was entrancing, and I couldn\'t seem to look away from his chocolate brown eyes no matter how hard I tried. Finally, with great effort I managed to break the mental hold on me, and I tried to break the physical one. I struggled, but he grabbed my hands and spun me cruelly, yanking me back against him so that I could feel the bulge in his pants pushing against my ass. He gripped both of my hands in one of his, forcing them behind me so that my fingertips brushed with the crotch of his pants as he held me tightly against him with his other arm.
He moved his hand up to my neck, stroking the lines of my strained muscles as I tried to avoid his touch. His finger trailed the line of my jaw as he whispered right against the shell of my ear.
\"I think you\'re enjoying this, aren\'t you?\" The line between characters and reality had blurred, and I could no longer tell if he was playing, or if he meant it.
He had his hand placed on my neck, allowing only enough air for me to breathe, so I was unable to answer. His hand began lazily drifting down bared skin below my neck, then further to the line of the corset. His fingers burned as they moved over the tops of my breasts, and I felt like I could no longer breathe.
With two quick movements I heard his slacks come unzipped and felt my own leggings yanked down and now his hardness was pressed into the cleft of my ass, as he licked the back of my neck with a pointed tongue, sending shivers down my spine. He could feel my reaction, and gave a darkly amused chuckle.
\"You want it, don\'t you?\"
His voice was gruff and hot in my ear, and I wasn\'t able to form a response before he slipped into me from behind, a surprised gasp escaping my lips. He thrust into me hard, slamming against my body as he pulled my breasts up and out of the corset, capturing my right breast in one hand as he pinched the nipple tightly. I grunted slightly as I felt another hard thrust and he bit the back of my neck; I could feel the impressions left by his teeth.
\"I know you want it, you\'re all wet.\" He still had my hands captured so I couldn\'t struggle, and he continued to pound into me pulling me down his shaft, every now and then leaving another bite mark on my neck or shoulders. He kept up his relentless rythym until...
...I woke up.
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A/N: That was a dream I had a few weeks ago. That was a REALLY fun dream.