Blood of Immortals

I was in the same room, and this time there was a table full of food prepared inside.

Am I dreaming again? I know I am in a dream. If that man is here, I have to see his face.

“Aroa,” someone called me. I turned to look for the source of the voice. And there he is, the most beautiful man I have ever seen.

Who are you? I tried to ask, but my voice wouldn’t come out. What’s going on?

Suddenly, the man in front of me reached out to me, holding my upper arm gently. He has a distressed look on his face. I felt like I should console him, but I didn’t have a voice.

Tears started pooling in his eyes. He was saying something, but I couldn’t hear it. I want to understand him, but no matter hard I try to listen, I couldn’t hear what he was saying.

Then, he smiled at me, bitterly. Despair and hopelessness marred his beautiful face. Suddenly, I have the urge to kiss him.

I want to kiss him…

So, I did.

At first, he was frozen, probably from the shock of what I had just done. But seconds later, he responded, passionately, like a madman deprived of his food for days. His hands were all over me, my neck, my breast, my waist. It’s as if he couldn’t get enough of me. We continued this for minutes when, suddenly, I pushed him. He seemed offended, but he let me.

I stood up and began removing my clothes. What am I doing? It’s as if I am no longer in control of my body.

Then, I sat at the edge of the table and spread my legs before him, showing him how much I wanted him. I took a palm of icing from the cake on the table and spread it on my core.

Shit, stop! What am I doing? How could I be so shameless? Again, I tried to take control of my body, but all my efforts were in vain.

The man in front of me snapped. He growled like a man on the hunt. He grabbed the underside of my knees and pushed them towards my shoulders, fully exposing me to him. He started sniffing my core coated with the icing.

He said something, but again, I didn’t hear it.

Then he started tasting the icing. On my core. It started with the small flicks of his tongue, then he was licking me all over. All of a sudden, he was sucking me. Hard. So hard, that I felt the urge to pee.

I moaned as he continued sucking me. The slurping sounds were not helping me either. They were making me crazy. I was already on the verge of coming, when all of a sudden, he stopped. He let go of my thighs and grabbed the cup of ice cream on the side.

I wanted to complain when he scooped a palm of ice cream and spread it on me. On my heat. The sudden coldness of ice cream just increased my frustration.

Then he continued sucking my core as if it is the most delicious food in the whole demon realm.

All of a sudden, his tongue became stiff. He pushed it inside me. In and out.

In and out.

Relentlessly.

He is fucking me with his tongue!

I grabbed the back of his head and pushed his face toward my core. This must have encouraged him more for he suddenly increased his rhythm until I was in so much pleasure that I have already lost all my senses. Except for the feeling of pleasure, I knew nothing.

Then, I came.

Hard.

I squirted all over the table. All over his face. But he never let go of me. He continued sucking my juices until I felt the familiar feeling of my arousal building again.

I tried to stop him. If I come again, it might kill me. Then he kissed my core, passionately, as if he was kissing my lips.

“I love how you taste, whether with cake or ice cream.” He said after making out with my core. Finally, I can hear him.

Then, he lifted my ass and made me sit on his lap. I could feel his manhood pressing on my thighs. He’s huge. He looked me in the eyes, like a man who had finally found his resolve.

“I hate sweets, but I love them when they come from you. You could even give me plain water and I would still love it.”

He touched my cheeks tenderly and then continued to say the words that would rock my world.

“You see, no matter what you do, I will still love you.” He declared finally and pulled me into a deep kiss.

I wake up, this time, with my face wet from tears. Did I cry? These dreams really affect me. I tried to remember the man’s face, but no matter what I do, I couldn’t. Maybe because he was just a product of my subconscious mind.

He’s not real.