When she found out she was pregnant she didn't know how- she was a virgin. And when she proclaimed that her Father had a fit that she was lying or worse – she couldn't remember and she was 'raped', that taboo word that even her stern Father couldn't even mutter. Yet as she dreamed, hazy images danced along her eyes, her memories of dancing with the Goblin King muted and transformed into a more erotic dance upon a large canopy bed. She gulped, tossing in her bed as her temperature began to rise as the dream continued.
She could tell it was definitely consensual – but how could she not remember it?
Her body was alight, her skin was in flames, and the tips of her fingers were just a bundle of sparking nerve endings. She let out a low guttural moan. It was so real.
"Say Yes Sarah, and all our dreams will come true—"
Confusion. His voice was strained above her as he nuzzled into her neck, his body straining with a thin sheen of sweat that only accented his lithe form. Her arms – with a mind of their own – wrapped around his neck and her knees clenched around his hips. Her head rocked from side to side, her eyes scrunched closed. Was she refusing? She didn't know. She just knew this had to end and continue all in the same confusing moment.
"Please"
"Say Yes" he growled
"YESSS!" she howled as she came undone. The spell was broken. She wrenched herself from his arms and ran, ran and fell from the bubble ballroom.
Both none the wiser.
