Byleth gasped.

She moaned.

She whimpered.

She begged for more.

Angelo laughed slightly and continued thrusting inside of her.

A rush of pleasure racked her entire body, dissolving all logical thought and leaving her with the desire for more. More of Angelo. More of this.

Her womanhood eagerly took in his length, trembling every time he thrusted. At the same time, he squeezed and kneaded her bare left breast with his hand. She wanted so very badly for him to kiss her, but she couldn't form the request through the flood of pleasure that was short-circuiting her brain.

He whispered in her ear, "Hm, I don't think you're liking this. Maybe I should stop."

"No," she somehow managed to whisper back. "Don't…stop…please."

She yelped as his penis hit a sensitive spot inside of her, sending another electric charge of pleasure through her system. She felt her own body heating up to the point of melting. She was sweating profusely. It felt so good, it hurt, and yet, it was the most blissful feeling in the world.

At last, she felt it coming. The incomparable pleasure of the climax was growing closer and closer. The feeling seemed to be swelling up inside of her. She sensed that Angelo was nearing his own release as well.

"Do it," she gasped. "Fill…me…with…you…Do it!"

He grinned and increased his pace. She fought the urge to scream as her climax grew closer and closer. It was so close. She wanted it to happen already.

It was right there. One final thrust from Angelo was all that stood between her and pure bliss. She was literally teetering on the edge–

She gasped as she woke up.

Angelo wasn't on top of her. He was laying next to her, sleeping peacefully.

It was just a dream. It wasn't real. Their sex wasn't real.

But Byleth's pleasure was.

With a small yelp, she realized that she had a hand down her panties and two fingers in her womanhood, and that she was squeezing her own bare breast. She quickly pulled her fingers out, which was a mistake.

A new wave of pleasure attacked her, and she clamped her mouth shut to keep herself from moaning. Her inner walls trembled and convulsed as she climaxed right there on the bed. Despite her best efforts, the tiniest of moans escaped her as she slowly settled down, breathing heavily.

She was glad Angelo had been asleep for that.

Byleth turned her head to look at him. He was laying on his stomach, his head facing her direction as he slumbered on, completely oblivious to what just happened.

If she had any doubts as to what she felt for him, they were now quashed. Byleth was in love with Angelo.

She found herself sighing with longing. If only that dream had been real. She wanted to feel Angelo inside of her, wanted to feel his length thrusting in her womanhood.

She rubbed her vagina one last time, remembering the sensation of her climax. She hoped that Angelo would be able to make her feel that way one day.

"It was all a dream,

I used to read" *something* "magazines"

-Notorious B.I.G, Juicy