Two more days passed and after a quick meal, I was offered another trip to the beautiful pond that was almost invisible to the human eye, that I almost failed to see the first time I wandered along the trees and the secrets of Maorat.

Once my clothes were off my body, I entered, cracked the surface as I immersed my members inside, and sighed of wellness, the same feeling I experienced previously creeping back under my skin, the soft silky texture of the water washing away my sins, my problems, my fears.

I let my body float and the same waves push it all around the pool, my eyelids heavy and desperate for relief. And in a final exhale, I was flying away, swimming in the oceans of void all around the universe, to the one and only person I wished to see, the woman of my dreams.

I felt wet, drops of water streaming down my hair, my arms, my torso, my legs. I wasn’t immersed anymore, I was standing up, and when I opened my eyes, I was with her, under a shower stream.

Instinct rushed through me. She brought comfort, relief, closure and deep, pure, undeniable lust, erupting from every pore, the heat against the olive-coloured panel glass creating steam all over, licking Nina’s curves like a kiss I’d love to execute. I only had imagined one dream that had been… suggestive, as this one. She had been the first woman, the first person, I had ever wanted to have in a physical way. Something about her was impossible to resist, like a magnet pulling the force to attract. Why was I fantasizing about her in my dreams, that would be the great question. Why her? Why someone I didn’t know, someone that didn’t exist?

My hands moved on their own and landed on her waist, my lower lip trapped between my teeth and I gawked downward, at what was aching and growing and I squeezed my fingers on her flesh while realizing how hard she made me.

She gasped when I touched her, and gasped even more when I pulled her on me, on my undeniable desire for her. She swore and reached behind her, so her arms would fall over my shoulders, her hands tangling in my hair. “You shouldn’t be here,” she whispered and I didn’t care for the scenario my brain had chosen to play, I wanted her right there, I wanted her to scream. I needed her lips over mine, her beautiful body bouncing at the rhythm I would have paced.

I turned her over and didn’t take the time to look at her gorgeous features before I crashed my mouth onto hers and kissed her breathtakingly. I couldn’t resist anymore, I couldn’t endure one more second without ceding to my deepest desires, my filthiest fantasies regarding her. She leaned in the embrace, opened her mouth for me as I did the same and we devoured each other, moaning and kissing, breathing and licking each other. But I could feel this wasn’t true. I could touch the smoke that laid before my eyes, as real as the dream could resemble, this would never compare to really touching someone.

She pulled my hair and I grunted at the pain, reacted like a damn animal, pushed her against the wall and laughed tauntingly when the cold tiles made her jump. Her nose frowned even if she couldn’t retain the smile on her adorable face. But that expression changed quickly when she witnessed myself kneeling in front of her, my mouth so close to her chest, her jerky breathing almost breaking the distance to my tongue.

I waited, mouth opened, knees in the shower, hands over her hips. Her soft whimpers made me thrilled and it was painful to stay so still when I wanted so many things at the same time. She nodded, and my whole mouth sucked and licked and kissed her full breast.

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I was so lost in it, sometimes the images flashed and moved differently, as I couldn’t control the dream as much as I wished to. My fingers played with her every part and I listened to her moans, her breaths, her gasps to recognize the best places and lingered there. She kept swearing and her hypnotizing voice was the only thing keeping me from stuffing her mouth, although the sight of her on her knees alone would make me see stars.

When I decided I was done with her bosom I launched even lower, my palms gently resting over her round thighs I could spend my nights squeezing. She was perfect, she was ravishing and she was delicious. Even in dreams. And I was so resolved at this moment, that I would be satisfied from this. I would not need more, or anything else, I would only have her like this, and I would be alright with it.

“No,” she begged once I stroked one lick over her. “We can’t do this here.”

“Why?” my tone was almost violent, and I tried softening my gaze when I looked her up from down there. “Let me have you.” And I was the one to beg.

She escaped noises that blacked out my mind. I had one mission, one purpose and that was to make her come. But she pushed my shoulders away and grabbed my chin, forcing me to stand back up. “We can’t.”

My fists were itching at her dismissal, and I placed my palms against the tiles behind her head so I wouldn’t put them on her. “I’ll ask again, then. Why?”

I couldn’t look away from her lips. Even when her piercing blue and gray eyes were captivating and searching for mine, her mouth had become so red from our previous kissing session that they were almost imploring me to taste them again, to bite them. Our bodies were so close and so far away at the same time, it was painful. “Because…” she whispered, incapable of resisting either. She was approaching, unconsciously, toward what she desired.

“Mmh?” I insisted, letting her figure out that she could drop the act, release her guard down.

“We have to… stop.”

In a flash, we were kissing again and she abandoned herself in my arms. Her nails scratched my back and descended until her fingers plunged in the flesh of my behind. She touched, felt, discovered my whole body, made me shiver, gasping for air, while her tongue and mine were dancing too easily together. Like we had been made for each other. But my mind had invented all this, all of her, and I suspected it had imagined the best version of what I could ever wish for.

When her right leg lifted up to rest over my hip, I decided she invited me to lift her other leg, and I placed myself in an undoubtable manner between them. I was at her entrance, our breaths ragged and disturbed. I only needed her approval and I would gladly enter to bury myself in there. I wouldn’t even need to move, only to be held, warm and protected. But I didn’t see her face anymore, as the water stream of the shower blurred my vision and the lines of her body that I sensed were already slipping away.

I tried moving out the shower knob from my face but I couldn’t breathe, and the water kept flooding my nose, my mouth, my eyes and my whole body. Only when I opened my lids and the uneasy feeling of the water rubbing my eyeball, I understood I had been drowning in the Maors’ pool.

With one swift motion, my arms pushed upward, toward the surface and I took a sharp and deep breath once I emerged.

The blurry images of myself and her tangled on the shower tiles made me realize a part of myself underneath I never knew and never thought would be there. I wondered if it was the monster, if it was me, if the dreams were there to show who I could become, what I could accomplish if only I let myself believe I was more than a stupid brute, a useless weapon.

Even under my clothes I could feel the tension and the pleasure remaining. These dreams were getting out of hand, and I feared what was yet to come.