Hope you don't hate me for this. Will explain what happened in successive chapters; if it's not obvious.
Who is in charge?
Silvia, and she needs to feed...
This car chase is boring... boring men, boring witch, FLESH is fun...
lust will feed... mistress will be happy... Silvia will show who is queen. Brown eyed girl has good dreams, Silvia will grant them... lust is good...it will feed quickly...
as will confusion... and jealousy.
Sam blinked twice as sunlight streamed through the glass walls of her bedroom. She vaugely recalled the ending of this last vivid dream. Elementals and car chases ending in her suddenly possessing the ability to control other people with her mind... THAT broke her focus, and led her to have a smattering of visions of men in lab coats pulling her and Lara from pods of some kind before she heard her father's attorney shouting threats and promises of all degrees of damnations in fifteen different languages.
But he was representing the corporation in a negotiation with a Chinese conglomerate - in Beijing.
Her dreams were getting weirder, but better, at least; in fact, she hadn't had a single dream about the fucking Gorten's fishermen from hell in what seemed like weeks. Although, truth be told, she wasn't sure what was real from one morning to the next... or when was the last time she took her pills.
She climbed from the huge bed, and staggered toward the door leading to the hallway.
Just as she reached for the handle, she glanced out the glass walls to the pool patio and saw her besty standing on the opposite side of the glass, looking just fucking edible in a string bikini. Well, this was nuts, and just a bit profoundly arousing. Those wet, full lips were just so fucking kissible. When was the last time she had a decent lay? Had she ever sucked a pearl...SOBER?
The thought had occurred toher from time to time... give that obscenely curvacious body a go... do more than motor boat those ample mammaries, give her little friend topping her lady lips a little kiss, or nibble. Something had been getting up into her head about the pleasures of the female body and none were finer than her besty.
And chances were good this was a dream... sooooo...
She opened the door.
Lara walked into the room, looking confused as hell.
Sam put her arm around Lara's narrow waist, and guilded her to the bed.
"Sam," the Brit asked once they were seated.
"Yeah sweety," she asked, her hand remaining around her waist, stroking her flat abdomen.
"Have you been having some truly strange dreams?"
Sam smiled and laughed, hugging her best friend close; thoroughly enjoying the feeling of those large, full, soft yet firm breasts against her. "You mean like this one?"
Lara reared back, "Is it?"
Sam put her hands on Lara's cheeks, "Let's find out," she brushed her full lips against the Brit's, "just say no, if you want me to stop," Sam softly brushed her thumb over the beautiful British girl's full bottom lip, "I'm gonna taste both pairs of your lips... is that something you gals say to each others? or do you just do it?"
Lara sighed, "This week has been a fucking acid trip. But... what the hell." She gasped as Sam kissed her full lips, sucked gently on her tongue, then the filmmaker untied the beauty's top, baring her breasts.
Sam lowered her lips and hands to the archeologist's nipples, caressing them lightly with her fingertips just teasing the tender nubs before trapping each in turn between her teeth and pulling on them before sucking hard on them each in turn; her hands lifting and squeezing the bountiful breasts till the Brit began to pant and sweat."Vivid dream. Boob sweat and all. Too bad you don't go so hard for guys, you could rule them with these."
"Are you forgetting Carter Bell?"
"MY CRUSH? Yeah. You and the wonder twins falling on his face just after your week long bender over she-bitch... You never stopped talking about what happened after he carried all the way back to the flat after you passed out in his arms in the pub; how he tried to get you to sleep it off, and you insisting that he sleep with you; and so he did... fully dressed. Male. Marriage. Material."
"My exact thoughts exactly at the time. Three weeks in Sydney on holiday and then ran off when I started talking about getting a flat together. 'I need to know me first before I'm an us'. So much for my mammalian dominance."
Sam grinned happily as she removed her panting friends bikini bottoms, and sread her long, shapely legs wide.
"Hey?," Lara asked between panting breaths, "when are you getting naked?"
"Who's dream is this?" Sam asked and slowly peeled back the hood covering Lara's clitorus, "and why not just enjoy yourself? Now, how many licks does it take to make you howl? oh hell, I'll just suck on it."
Apologies for breaking off so soon on this. Tension is healthy.