contact with his, surprisingly eager and hungry. He had thought this was to be a simple rescue, but now it just might be more. The speeding coach rose up into the air then dropped back down, sending it's two occupants flying apart.
"Brian, what is going on?"
He considered telling her the truth. After all, these were her dreams, and she should be able to take control of them far better than he, but he knew it would never work. He could never make her understand what was really going on. It would be better if he just played along and got her to, as well, that way she could change everything with a drop of a hat the moment her mood changed. Looking out of the locked coach, Brian could see that the front gate had been what caused the jolt. The black carriage was now entering the courtyard of what used to be Heather's princess castle. The place was a favorite of hers time and time again, so he was a bit surprised to see how it was now decorated. In the place of bright banners now waved what appeared to be the dead bodies of her friends and family. Everywhere he looked they were duplicated in macabre positions throughout the high place of the castle. Agents seemed to be in the positions of all her old servants, and even now he could see several of them nailing another corpse of Chuck to the side of a tower.
Admittedly, he did look good hanging there, but the last thing he needed was Heather thinking about him now.
"Heather, I need you to trust me."
"I do trust you sir, Brian." Ah, he was a knight in this dream. Well, he'd rather be another prince here to take her hand in marriage, but a knight could be fun, too.
"Hold on to me tightly, and close your eyes." He said to her.
"Why? Whatever for?"
"Trust me princess, no harm will come to you," She nodded and closed her eyes, grasping him tightly around his waist. He needed to do this quickly before she lost control of herself and thus took control of everything subconsciously again. It only took a moment and they were both standing outside the castle walls a good distance away from it.
"Open your eyes."
She did and looked around in wonderment. "How did you do that? " She smiled and brought her hands together in front of her face as she coyly looked at him.
"A magician never reveals his secrets, My Lady." He bowed deeply to her.
"My hero!" She embraced him, and once again pressed her lips against his. He could feel her breath against him, and the firmness of her body and breasts pressed tightly against his. He had always enjoyed these encounters in the past, and yet it somehow felt hollow this time around. He couldn't help but wonder what her real lips would taste like. What would the firmness of her breasts feel like as they pressed up against his chest? It was one thing to dream about it, but right now in the real world, the two of them laid in the same bed, pressed tightly together, and this fantasy was but a shadow of what could be right now, if he were to wake and wake her as well.
He opened his eyes and pulled away from her kiss. The field and castle were no more, and neither were the pink dress with blue flowers. In their place was a black, red frilled garter belt and panties... topped with the same color bra, They were now standing in a honeymoon sweet with a large, red, heart-shaped bed. It could get real confusing in here at times when her mood was constantly changing.
"My Hero. I think it's time to give you your reward." She said as she stuck her finger in her mouth then slowly pulled it out. "Why don't we get you out of those nasty clothes?" she said as she walked as sexy as he could ever imagine. He hadn't noticed that she was wearing six-inch stilettos before, but it did look good to him
You know, maybe this isn't the real thing, but it isn't half that bad. he thought.
"Room service!" a loud knock at the door interrupted them
"Did you order anything?" He asked, expecting a yes.
She shook her head. “Tell them to go away."
"Not now!" He
"Brian, what is going on?"
He considered telling her the truth. After all, these were her dreams, and she should be able to take control of them far better than he, but he knew it would never work. He could never make her understand what was really going on. It would be better if he just played along and got her to, as well, that way she could change everything with a drop of a hat the moment her mood changed. Looking out of the locked coach, Brian could see that the front gate had been what caused the jolt. The black carriage was now entering the courtyard of what used to be Heather's princess castle. The place was a favorite of hers time and time again, so he was a bit surprised to see how it was now decorated. In the place of bright banners now waved what appeared to be the dead bodies of her friends and family. Everywhere he looked they were duplicated in macabre positions throughout the high place of the castle. Agents seemed to be in the positions of all her old servants, and even now he could see several of them nailing another corpse of Chuck to the side of a tower.
Admittedly, he did look good hanging there, but the last thing he needed was Heather thinking about him now.
"Heather, I need you to trust me."
"I do trust you sir, Brian." Ah, he was a knight in this dream. Well, he'd rather be another prince here to take her hand in marriage, but a knight could be fun, too.
"Hold on to me tightly, and close your eyes." He said to her.
"Why? Whatever for?"
"Trust me princess, no harm will come to you," She nodded and closed her eyes, grasping him tightly around his waist. He needed to do this quickly before she lost control of herself and thus took control of everything subconsciously again. It only took a moment and they were both standing outside the castle walls a good distance away from it.
"Open your eyes."
She did and looked around in wonderment. "How did you do that? " She smiled and brought her hands together in front of her face as she coyly looked at him.
"A magician never reveals his secrets, My Lady." He bowed deeply to her.
"My hero!" She embraced him, and once again pressed her lips against his. He could feel her breath against him, and the firmness of her body and breasts pressed tightly against his. He had always enjoyed these encounters in the past, and yet it somehow felt hollow this time around. He couldn't help but wonder what her real lips would taste like. What would the firmness of her breasts feel like as they pressed up against his chest? It was one thing to dream about it, but right now in the real world, the two of them laid in the same bed, pressed tightly together, and this fantasy was but a shadow of what could be right now, if he were to wake and wake her as well.
He opened his eyes and pulled away from her kiss. The field and castle were no more, and neither were the pink dress with blue flowers. In their place was a black, red frilled garter belt and panties... topped with the same color bra, They were now standing in a honeymoon sweet with a large, red, heart-shaped bed. It could get real confusing in here at times when her mood was constantly changing.
"My Hero. I think it's time to give you your reward." She said as she stuck her finger in her mouth then slowly pulled it out. "Why don't we get you out of those nasty clothes?" she said as she walked as sexy as he could ever imagine. He hadn't noticed that she was wearing six-inch stilettos before, but it did look good to him
You know, maybe this isn't the real thing, but it isn't half that bad. he thought.
"Room service!" a loud knock at the door interrupted them
"Did you order anything?" He asked, expecting a yes.
She shook her head. “Tell them to go away."
"Not now!" He
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