Chapter Three
Warning: English is not my primary language, so beware of possible (probable) grammar mistakes.
Inspired by Sayasuki's Doujinshi "M M Erotic"
She woke up as I tried to stop weeping.
"Homura, what happened?"
I was still shocked, barely able to talk.
"Don't worry, it was just a bad dream; actually, a bad end to a pretty good dream."
That was a mistake.
"Really? What was that dream about?"
Indeed, a mistake.
I didn't like to lie to Madoka, but I didn't want to tell her about the dream either.
Not a single detail was forgotten, not a smell or touch.
I saw her as the girl who tied me up and gifted me pleasure.
"I'm sorry, but I don't want to talk about it"
"Come on, you know you can tell me anything!"
She kissed me on the cheek, while started poking a finger at the side of my chest.
She knew my weak points, and she wanted to know about the dream.
I started laughing in spasms.
"I can't even breath this way, stop it Madoka, stop!"
"Start talking then!"
Her broad smile was full of anticipation and curiosity.
"It was really weird and about you, I can't..."
"ABOUT ME? Now it's a order."
I flushed.
Obviously.
She kissed me on the lips this time, softly.
"There's nothing I wouldn't like about you."
I answered her kiss fiercely, the dream left me hungry with lust.
The contact between our lips lasted a good minute, before she drifted away from me.
Still needing to relieve her curiosity, she resumed the questioning.
"Now, I want to know about your dream, and you don't want to tell me: how do we settle this?"
"Please Madoka, it's not that important."
"Every time you tell me details, I will do something to you."
Come on.
I knew her really good: while innocent in public, she could let go of every constraint when excited about something.
She could almost become the same devil I dreamt about.
"Okay..."
Looking downwards onto the bedsheets, I started talking about my wet dream.
I expected her to be shocked, but she just kept quiet, smiling and flushing at every dirty detail.
On the other hand, my voice cracked almost costantly, feeling like this situation was just the continuation of my dream: I was feeling almost forced to talk, and the deeper I went in describing my feelings, the more embarrassed and excited I was.
I didn't even care about the prize, I just wanted this feeling of complete openness and vulnerability to keep increasing in strength.
"S-s-so you didn't make me come?"
I stopped my story for a moment to relieve a bit of tension. She was trembling.
"It's too much, isn't it? I'm sorry Madoka, I shouldn't have told you anything about my twisted mind. Now let's forget it."
"Twisted?"
"YES! I'm not normal, how could somebody get turned on by being stepped on the head?"
"Homura, come on, it was just a dream."
"It wasn't just a dream! I..."
"Enough, Homura"
She was angry at me.
And I was so sorry.
"Now you are going to end what you started."
"Madoka, it makes us both feel unconfortable, I don't..."
"I said enough."
She stood up smiling, picked her ribbon from the desk, and tied it over my mouth.
"If you don't want to end what you started, I'm gonna figure it out by myself."
She was pretending to be mad at me.
Despite being a barely acceptable actress, guilt still burnt inside my stomach.
"So what happened then? Was I disappointed?"
I nodded.
She slowly took me by the hand and let me off the bed.
"Do you want to make up for it?"
Her smile.
I tried to take the ribbon off to talk, but she stopped my hands and did it herself.
I told her about how she tied my legs up and sit on my mouth to pleasure her.
She flushed.
I flushed.
"I'm not gonna be so harsh with you now."
She put the ribbon back over my mouth, and pulled my hands down.
She wanted me to kneel on the floor.
I obeyed.
She sit on the side of the bed.
"I want to place my feet on your legs."
She was using my dream against me.
I gave her a grim look, but nodded anyway.
She smiled.
"I knew you would have liked it. I'd really like to feel your skin barefoot, can you help me?"
I slowly took her socks off, one at the time, and pulled up my nightdress.
My head was spinning, still unable to understand if it was dream or reality.
Despite the awkwardness of the situation, I convinced myself that nothing could change between me and Madoka, so I took a step forward: I wanted my dream to keep going.
I started to take her pajama's pants off, caressing each leg slowly as I pulled down.
Her face was a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure: she tried to keep acting as strong and dominant, but for the most part she just wanted to relax and enjoy my attentions.
Once her legs were naked, I touched softly her feet as I placed them on the higher part of my thighs.
It felt amazing.
The dream dug through my inner desires, some of which even I didn't know about.
Being both the girl controlled by Madoka and the firm ground she could walk onto, that was the sensation I had when she touched me.
She started moving her toes to better feel my bare skin, and the chills from my dream kept presenting themselves even stronger.
I moved my hands towards Madoka's crotch, I wanted to make her feel good, better.
Her eyes were constantly closed, soft sighs dying inside her throat.
I pulled her panties aside.
Even though we already touched each other this way, this time was completely different: I were exactly where I wanted to be, and the love I always kept to myself flowed through my veins toward my fingers.
She was wet.
I look upwards waiting for confirmation.
"I'd be really happy if you kept going."
She smiled.
That smile able to melt even the hardest of metals.
I touched her.
For long minutes I focused only on her moist lips and clitoris.
Pants coming out of her mouth, stronger and stronger.
When I put my finger inside her, she gasped in surprise, and then started breathing heavily again.
She was almost climaxing when I stopped.
I wanted to taste her.
The look I gave her was filled with hunger and supplication.
She agreed and untied the ribbon off my mouth and placed the ribbon by her side.
"Don't go easy on me."
I quickly obeyed.
Her sublime taste was matched only by the sound of her moaning, and the grip of her fingernails on my scalp, and the feeling of her pleasure.
She came.
As a reward, she made me stand up, my neck close to her face, and tied the band around my neck, as if it was a collar.
I couldn't keep from touch her hand as she pulled the last strip of fabric to form her usual ribbon.
I frowned.
"You deserved it, it was indescribable."
The smile I pulled off must've been really broad, because it made her chuckle.
She kissed me, releasing all my embarrassment.
Taking me by the arm, she placed me on the bed, and lied beside me.
I tried to turn my body towards her, but she stopped me.
"Chest up, don't move, and relax."
Then she kissed me.
It was not a soft kiss, not even a sweet one: it was the strong kiss of a lover.
Her hands touched my body, caressed my hair, as her mouth jumped between my neck and my ear, back to my lips again.
I tried to hold back, but when her fingers pulled up my nightgown waves of heat took over me.
She almost teared up my panties.
Madoka could be so strong and determined at times.
She didn't care to be gentle, she just wanted to see me crying with pleasure.
Even though she was just touching the outer parts of my pussy, it almost felt like I was surrounded with the heat of Madoka's body.
She kissed my lobe, and softly said: "You are so beautiful, Homura."
My dream, all over again.
I unexpectedly orgasmed, a long scream of pleasure, the release of all tensions.
I turned my head towards Madoka and kissed her.
She placed her hand on my neck, touching the ribbon.
We both fell asleep, hoping to dream again.
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