Is it all a dream?
Ryan lay next to her mate, Foxy, unable to sleep. It wasn't that she couldn't sleep because she could. It was because every time she did, she ended up having nightmares about Foxy.
She didn't like it one bit. But then, who would enjoy watching their own 1000 ways to die and their mate was the one dying in all of them?
As she lay there, thinking about her nightmares, Foxy groans before rolling over and wrapping his arm around her, pulling her close to him. She smiles, though it soon fades when Foxy starts to grind himself against her, his cock sliding against her ass.
If she had a problem with it, she never said. All she did was simply ignored it... which got Foxy's attention.
"Hey lass, you okay," he asked as he gave her a slight squeeze.
She simply sighs before she says, "Yeah, I'm alright I guess..."
"You sure?"
"Yeah...?"
Foxy stares at her before he asks, "Shall I penetrate you-"
"Not tonight Foxy. Maybe some other time."
Foxy was surprised... but did not argue. He stopped grinding against her and just lay next to her, holding her close to him.
Outside Ryan's home
Alex and Hunter, plus some other police officers, were getting ready to raid the place. The two best friends had been looking for Ryan for a very long time... and it seems they found her.
"Alright, on the count of three. One... two... three!"
The door is suddenly kicked open and Alex and Hunter, weapons drawn, begin searching the building, wanting to find Ryan.
"If you find her, do not engage. Call for back up immediately," shouts Hunter as the police began searching around.
Not like it mattered because Hunter soon heard, "Found her... Aagh!"
Ryan soon ran down the stairs, but Hunter caught her and held her. Alex soon followed, a fork in his right arm.
Hunter looks up at him and asks, "You alright?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine."
Ryan starts to kick and scream, shouting things like "Foxy! Help me!"
Hunter sighs and says to her, "There is no Foxy. Everything is all fake. This is real."
Ryan suddenly shoots straight up in a full on sweat, her breathing heavy. She never had a nightmare like that before in her life. As she sat there, thinking her nightmare over, wondering if it was real or not, feels someone grab her from behind.
"You alright lass?"
"Yeah, I'm fine Foxy."
"Um... babe, Foxy is a broken down machine at that restaurant. I'm your boyfriend... Hunter."
Ryan turns around and sees her brother Hunter.
"Boyfriend? But we're related..."
"No we're not... you don't have any brothers..."
Ryan stares at him and he says, "Alright, wake up and everything will be normal."
Waking up once more, Ryan looks and sees Foxy, sleeping heavily. With a smile, she lays down next to him and grabs hold of his unsheathed cock.
She leans towards him and, her mouth at his ear, whispers, "Does that feel good?"
Foxy nods his head, though whether it was because he was awake or dreaming, she couldn't tell. But not like she cared as she began to stroke his cock slowly and gently.
She had no idea why she was doing this... perhaps she wanted to please him after her displeasing dreams. As she stroked his cock, she hears him say through his moaning and groaning "Ah... lass... faster!"
With a smile she complies with his request, her hand sliding up his shaft a lot faster. Every once in awhile, she would stop and slide the tip of her fingers across the slit of his dick, making him moan even more.
Perhaps she was enjoying this a little too much because she decided to try something new. She gets out of bed, but doesn't let go of his cock, and she maneuvers herself so she's in front of him. Using her free hand, she spreads his legs before getting on her knees, his cock directly in front of her. But she wasn't going to play with that yet.
She lets go of his cock and lifts his legs up, getting a nice view of his ass. She never tried this before so... why not? She leans forwards, his balls sliding onto her snout, and she slides her tongue out and gives it a slow lick. It tasted weird... but that was it, just weird.
With a laugh, she continues the rim job, circling her tongue around his taint, teasing it while fondling his nuts with one of her hands. He simply continued to moan, obviously enjoying it.
She slides her hand to his shaft and felt it pulsing, his cock throbbing against her hand. With a smile, she pulls back and slides up a bit before sliding his cock in between her breasts, lifting herself up before sliding back down. He, in his sleep, began to thrust, his knot slamming into her boobs.
"You like that babe," she asks seductively as she jacks him off.
He simply moans... but he gives off his warning. "I'm coming lass," is all he says as strand after strand of hot and sticky cum sprays onto her face and breasts. She simply closes her eyes and lets it cover her face, smiling the whole time. Perhaps they were sex crazy... but not like it mattered. She loved him and he loved her. Nothing would change that... hopefully.