LEMON WARNING! This chapter contains my first attempt at writing a lemon... or Smut... whatever term you preffer for it. This is my first attempt writing it on my own so just a heads up on that fact.
Emerald eyes opened to a world of blinding white light, so bright that seeing anything at all was impossible for a few moments. Celestine knew what this meant, however: The Goddess Laurentia was granting her a vision.
Visions were always strange when they came to her in dreams, rather than the waking world. She was always aware of her actions, but not in control of them. Her senses worked, but she was more a passenger in her own vision than an active participant. In a way, she understood why it happened, as she needed to understand the message within them, not tamper with them, but it was still a strange sensation all the same.
Soon the light faded around her, finally allowing her to see what the Goddess wanted to show her. Celestine couldn't help but be confused. She woke up, and the world looked the same… for the most part. It was slightly colder than normal, and frost and snow had begun building up on the windows…
'Was something going to happen come winter?' Celestine thought to herself as she slowly emerged from bed, intending to walk to the window bare, but deciding to drape herself in the blanket she woke up wrapped in.
'Strange…'
Normally, visions never gave her sensations of heat or cold. To actually feel the frigid air as she woke up was something that usually only happened to emphasize something. Maybe this winter was going to be a harsh one, and they should prepare for it?
Regardless, she went over to the window and gazed out, praying she wouldn't have to witness anything horrible.
She opened the window and peeked her head outside, and couldn't help but blink, her eyes not believing what she was seeing. Rather than some horrible blizzard, or people suffering in the cold, or even empty and barren streets, what she saw was something she had never in her wildest dreams believed would be possible.
Snow covered the city, but rather than suffering…
… She saw joy.
Children were laying in the white, flailing their arms and legs, making shapes that resembled angels. Others were creating balls of snow, throwing them at each other, and some were rolling the snow up into snow people, complete with stick arms, carrot noses, and two eyes made out of coal. The buildings all had these wonderful looking lights strung up; the sun dimmed their glow, but it was easy to tell that when night came, they would shine wonderfully.
In the center of the city was a massive pine tree. It was decorated with bulbs, magical lights, and strange shiny things Celestine had never seen, topped with a beautiful looking gold star. Underneath it were boxes wrapped in colorful paper, with ribbons and bows, and name tags on them. Children were eagerly waiting to dive beneath the tree and discover their contents…
'What is this…?' Celestine asked, not fully understanding what she was witnessing, but seeing the sheer joy in her people simply playing in the snow… It made her happy.
*Knock* *Knock*
Her thoughts, however, were interrupted when a knock came to her door. She hadn't even had a moment to dress herself before little Isaac barged into her room.
"Lady Celestine! Lady Celestine!" he called as he rushed her, running into her legs and wrapping his arms tightly around her. She was thankful she was draped in a blanket, otherwise…
Celestine felt her mouth move to speak. "What's the matter, Isaac?" she asked, returning the young boy's hug and lowering herself to his level.
As she stared into his eyes, she saw something she hadn't in a long time, a light in the young child's eyes she had been afraid would remain dim forever. The wonder and joy in them nearly brought tears to her own.
"Lord James is waiting for you! It's Christmas!" he told her excitedly, before running out of her room faster than she could even begin to react.
Two things stood out to her. One was that Sir James had managed to earn a noble title. The young man she met but a few days ago would earn the title of Lord?
A strange feeling brought a wave of relief to her heart, knowing that he would still be part of their lives well into the future. However, what Isaac had said had confused her.
'Christmas?' she asked herself quietly.
What is Christmas?
She sighed, a ghost of a smile crossing her face. Only one way to find out, she supposed. The Goddess Reincarnated went over to her wardrobe and opened it, only to blink as she saw her normal robes gone. Instead, laying in a green and red box was a strange red outfit sitting within, as well as a large ribbon, but she had no idea what that was for.
Perhaps she was meant to wear this?
She put it on, it was different from what she normally wore. For one, it seemed more like a coat: it was colored bright red, with white fluff around the edges of the outfit, along with a similar hat, red with a white fluffy rim, and a fluffy ball at the end. Placing it on her head, she couldn't help but wonder what this was meant for. She refused to walk the Citadel naked, but the holy garb the Church normally had her wear was nowhere to be found.
Questions for later, she supposed. She still needed to find the meaning of this vision.
As she exited her room, she couldn't help but marvel at the colorful decorations that reached all through the White Citadel. Everywhere she turned, she was greeted with wonderful silver and gold decorations hanging from the tops of windows, framing doorways, and strange rings made of flowers, plants, twigs, and berries hung from doors. Each was different, but she could easily tell whoever made them put their heart and soul into it.
As she got closer to the main hall, an incredible smell invaded her nose, and made her quicken her pace. When she finally arrived, she saw another massive tree propped up in the middle of the room. Like the one in the square, it was decorated with beautiful ornaments and lights, while beneath were a myriad of boxes, all wrapped in colorful paper and ribbons… But what was it doing inside?
Her eyes drifted from the sparkling and happy tree to the large man wrapped in a cape similar to her own outfit, a marvelous red fabric lined with white fur. But what he wore underneath the cape was just as festive; a matching red coat, and similarly colored pants, with brown gloves and boots. A small but well groomed brown beard nearly disguised the smile on his face as he happily played with her younger children.
She almost wouldn't have recognized him, were it not for those eyes as blue as the sky. Celestine watched as James' eyes slowly traveled up towards her, and couldn't suppress her own smile at how his face seemed to brighten even further at the sight of her.
"Celestine! Get down here! You don't want to keep these kids waiting to open their presents on Christmas, do you?!" he called to her, setting one of the younger ones off his lap.
Slowly making her way down the stairs, she found herself speaking without control of her own words. "I apologize; you simply looked so happy playing with little Tim, I didn't want to make you rush to stop."
James simply shook his head with mirth. "I would have thought by now to have finally proven to you that I can multitask very well."
As Celestine drew closer, she noticed a few things about him now: a large scar marked his face, stretching down from his eyebrow down his cheek. Small scars littered his face, and his neck had similar markings as well. It was clear he had been in many fights by now. The High Elf couldn't help but wonder how many this man before her had been in to amass so many. As her eyes traveled down, she spotted that he wore a scabbard, but no sword was housed inside.
"Where is your weapon?" she asked curiously.
The Lord before her chuckled at her warmly. "Why would I be armed today? This day is about peace in the world and goodwill toward man."
"Peace in the world and goodwill toward man?" the Goddess Reincarnated repeated back at the man, who simply nodded with a fond smile, one that she couldn't help but mimic. "I like that."
James gazed to the side, and the High Queen followed his gaze to the eager children waiting for the go ahead to start opening their gifts. "Well, better not keep them waiting, huh?" he asked, leaning back in his seat. Celestine planned on finding a chair of her own, but her body once again began acting against her, for she was just as much a part of this vision as everyone else in it.
Her body moved of its own accord and sat in the man's lap. Celestine herself was absolutely reeling at the act. She couldn't imagine doing this in the waking world, and yet she herself was doing it in a vision of her future!
That is, if it was truly a vision at all. There were signs pointing to it being a vision from the Goddess… and yet it has been going on for too long. She had never heard of this 'Christmas' before, and everything seemed perfect… too perfect. Never before had a vision shown her good things, so this was strange to her.
"Alright, go ahead and grab a gift, then I want a circle starting at me and ending at this wonderful woman right here," James ordered, causing Celestine to redden slightly. Her adoptees didn't seem to really mind as they dived for the presents underneath the tree, grabbing the ones marked with their names and taking seats by the High Queen and the Lord.
Isaac chose the spot right next to James, holding a small blue box in his hands. Beside him, other children began taking their seats, until finally there was a circle formed on the ground beside the tree. The children looked at the pair, waiting for the word to go ahead and open their gifts.
"Wanna do the honors?" James asked.
Celestine gave a small nod. "Go ahead," she told the children, and watched happily as they all began ripping into the paper and opening their presents. Some received wood swords, others received stuffed toys, and some even got small toy boats. Seeing the joy on their faces as they showed off their new toys was something she swore she would treasure for the rest of her days.
This repeated; once the circle was cleared of scrap paper, opened boxes, and discarded ribbons, more toys were sought out from underneath the tree, only to be brought back to the circle and opened, more joy spreading around as her children got more toys to play with.
Unfortunately, all good things eventually come to an end, and all the presents underneath the tree were gone. Her children ran off to different parts of the Castle, happily playing with their new toys. All but one. Isaac sat beside James, and the two merely exchanged a look before the young boy carefully retrieved the small box and approached his adoptive mother.
"Lady Celestine, this one's for you," said the child, handing her a small tiny box.
"For me?" Celestine asked. She looked at the small box strangely… No one had ever given her a gift before. Slowly, she opened the box in her hands, before a hand shot to her mouth as she saw the item inside.
It was a small item, a gold ring to be exact, but the High Elf could clearly tell this was no normal ring. Magic practically radiated off of it, as well as the love it was crafted with. The top of the box simply read "For the Goddess who this Dragon fights for."
Her eyes looked at James, whose smile was small, but radiated nervousness. "I know the Church of Laurentia doesn't exactly follow the customs of my home, but I-" Celestine cut him off when she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into her soft embrace.
Then three little words slipped from her mouth, and Celestine wasn't entirely sure how to process the words she heard herself speak.
"I love you."
Three little words. They left her mouth, and the world around the High Elf seemed to fade away as she and the Lord before her came together and did something that she had longed to do, but never could. Something she had always desired, but never allowed herself to do.
Their lips connected in a kiss that was not chaste or quick; but deep, passionate, and one she could feel his love and desire without need of her empathic abilities. He took special care not to be forceful, allowing her to decide how deep or long the act lasted. Her eyes closed, and her mouth began to open-
"Lady Celestine!" She heard one of her handmaidens yell at her from the top of the stairs, returning her to reality. Quickly, she pulled away from James and averted her eyes, almost ashamed.
Almost.
"While I understand you and Lord James share a special connection, please refrain from entering any private affairs in front of all of us."
Celestine was at a loss for words at the moment. She and James were… connected? What did she mean by private affairs?
While the Goddess witnessing these events was trying to unpack that statement, her vision didn't stop while she tried to understand what her handmaiden was talking about. The ring was taken out of the box, and slowly slid over her ring finger. And upon that gold band, three glowing golden words came to life.
"Dii sil ag fah hi." [My soul burns for you]
The words were written in a language she couldn't read, but somehow she felt the meaning behind them all the same.
"Tonight I have another gift for you, one that we can share," James told her, pulling her in for a kiss on her forehead, leaving her stunned for a moment. Another gift? What could it be? Why did it have to wait until night?
"In the meantime, though, Merry Christmas. I have to go for a bit and check on Olga and Chloe, make sure the others arrive on time for the feast tonight. Not to mention that I've got to cook half of it tonight…"
… Wait a moment, Olga? As in, the Dark Queen?
However, before she could ask, the surrounding scene faded out as James took his leave, blowing away into smoke and motes of light.
Was this the end of the vision? What was the meaning behind it? Celestine couldn't help but wonder as the world blew away around her. The ground she stood on turned to smoke and was carried away by some unseen wind, and for a moment she thought the vision would end there.
The smoke began coalescing into a large creature, one that only existed in myth and legend. Baleful red eyes opened on top of a long serpentine neck, and a maw of a thousand blades opened to swallow her whole.
But it didn't. Letting out a deafening roar, it soared around her, and slowly its wings blew away the light and revealed another part of the vision, before it vanished into the very smoke it came from.
Celestine looked at the long table and saw many faces; some familiar, some not. Many people were speaking and enjoying the company of the others. She could recognize the Seven Shields sitting at her side of the table. Her own adoptees were all seated along with them; they had a separate table, however, likely because the one she sat at had no real room to accommodate them. While it saddened her, all she had to do to see them was turn her seat around.
Speaking of, the other half of the table contained many faces that seemed unfamiliar to her. A white-haired Dark Elf with violet eyes, a Succubus, a Kitsune, and even… a High Elf that looked remarkably familiar. She also noticed that everyone at the table was a woman.
Before the Goddess could think anything more on it, she realized that James was not present. Where was he?
As if to answer her question, the doors to the kitchen flew open, two servants holding them wide, allowing a legion of waiters and servers to come through with drinks and large lidded platters.
"Finally!" she heard Chieftain Luu Luu exclaim down the table. "That smell was killing me over here!"
"Indeed, that smell is absolutely divine," the Succubus agreed, much to the High Elves astonishment. "I do hope it comes with my favorite… sauce." What was a Creature of Darkness doing at her table?
The servants began setting the table in slow, careful and deliberate movements. One of them stopped beside her and placed a platter in front of her, and the others sat down. As the last ones were set, she watched in amazement as one final serving platter was brought out. It was at least double the size of the one in front of her, with a lid to match its impressive size. It was set right beside her at the very end of the table.
"Sorry that took so long. A certain someone… Barry neglected to put the bread into the oven, and we had to wait on that for… almost all your food," James said as he emerged from the kitchen, pulling out his own seat at the other end of the table and sitting down.
"Can we eat now?!" another halfling called out from down the table.
James looked up with a raised eyebrow. "No, I only spent all day cooking to make your favorite meals just to taunt you with them," he said, amused sarcasm dripping off his voice. "Go ahead and dig in," he amended quickly, as everyone began removing the lids one by one.
Every time a lid was removed, her nose was assaulted by such smells that made her question if it was okay to want something so badly. She could almost feel her mouth start to water as Claudia next to her removed the covering and saw a marvelous looking stew, steam radiating off of it. Celestine couldn't stop herself from smiling at the face of her friend. Such an expression of pure and unbridled joy was something she rarely saw nowadays. It gave her hope that maybe one day she would see this in reality.
Then her own lid was lifted; and, as undignified as it may sound, her gaze was locked onto her own plate like a predator locked onto a defenseless animal. The food sitting there was so… so…
Words failed her for the moment. What lay on her plate, with a side of potatoes and salad, was a steak, but the spices and herbs it was marinated in were emitting a positively sinful aroma. Contrary to popular belief, she was no vegetarian. After all, it was her predecessor that introduced Mankind to the concept of farming and raising animals for meat and milk.
Celestine, however… while the Church of Laurentia often dictated what she could and could not have very carefully, on the rare occasions she could indulge freely, she always gravitated towards steaks and other meats.
Slowly, she cut into the wonderfully juicy slab in front of her and felt tears begin tickling the sides of her eyes. The steak was rare and juicy, and made her think unholy thoughts as she placed the small piece she took off into her mouth.
Never before in her life had she ever had such heaven on her tongue. She simply savored the taste as if she would never eat again, a part of her not even wanting to swallow, but she had more than just that to eat.
As she chewed, she saw James grab the top of his own lid and remove it… and simply stared at all he had on his own plate.
To put simply, he had enough to feed twelve people. On a wooden cutting board was half of a pineapple, stabbed with three skewers. One had shrimp, the next had cuts of steak similar to her own, and the third had sausages, each holding five of their respective meats. A slice of a cheese wheel sat squarely on the edge of the cutting board, and besides it sat a large casserole, melted cheese bubbling and concealing what was underneath it, preventing her from identifying the exact type. Next to it sat garlic bread alongside a mountain of noodles mixed with some kind of red sauce and ground beef sprinkled all within the small mountain. But then her eyes traveled to his main course. A whole brisket sat there, and the smell of it simply began to overpower everything else.
The High Elf blinked slowly at the plate. "Are you certain it was wise to make so much?" she heard Claudia ask, James looking amused.
Celestine, however, seemed to respond in his place. "I've seen him do it." If she could look at her vision self with widened eyes, she would have. "It's impressive… in a strange way."
"Well, prepare to be amazed. In ten minutes, this plate will be empty," he declared before he began eating his meal.
Celestine returned to her own, idly listening to the conversations occurring between the guests at the table. But while doing so, her mind was nagging at her in the back of her own head. This… this was too good to be true, too pleasant to warrant a vision.
Perhaps… Perhaps this was simply a dream? A good one, but a dream nonetheless.
She was broken out of her thoughts by a voice that sounded remarkably similar to her own. "Are you prepared for tonight?" Celestine looked up and saw the High Elf that… she couldn't help but think was close to her in some way. Something about her was just too familiar to deny.
"I… I am as prepared as I can be," answered her future self… or perhaps dream self. "To be honest, I am hoping all goes well."
The second High Elf nodded. "It will, I am sure. Even if it does not tonight, there is still tomorrow, and the next night, and the next after that." She sounded almost sad. "I will admit, though, I cannot deny that I am feeling somewhat envious of you. It is rare to find time for a private moment with him, given how busy he has been of late." She gazed over at the future Lord, who was busily devouring the brisket with fervor.
"Indeed, but once things begin to fully calm down, I am sure we will figure out our… situation better."
"It is a strange one," the other elf admitted. "I would not change it for anything, though," she confessed. Celestine, the one witnessing these events, wondered what she was referring to.
She felt herself smile. "Nor would I."
Again, she felt some degree of confusion rise… What could this situation be?
As the Goddess Reincarnated finished her own food, she felt the world shift around her. The table vanished into smoke, the walls of the dining room disintegrated, the floor washed itself away like water, and blew away in a nonexistent wind, unveiling what appeared to be her own bed chambers.
There was a certain degree of pressure, something made her chest tight and…
Oh.
She looked down and found her torso wrapped in a ribbon, tight enough that it was somewhat uncomfortable. The bow was tied too tightly, and was pressing her breasts down and together. The High Queen of Eostia simply sat there; steady breaths coming out, trying to calm the slowly building feeling of nervousness.
What was going on that made her feel this way? Why was she wearing a ribbon over her breasts and over her privates?
Her own hands traveled upward to adjust her bust, and upon doing so had encountered an unfamiliar sensation as her nipples rubbed against the silk. Her normal attire never felt like this when she moved. Why did this feel so… strange?
"I hope he enjoys this…" said her dream self.
'Enjoy… what?' the real one wondered. As if to answer her question, her other self quickly glanced towards the door as she heard the heavy footsteps of armored boots. There was only one person she knew in this dream to wear boots heavy enough to make that sound.
The door handle was pulled, and her door was gently pushed open by the man she recognized as James.
"Alright, all the kiddos are in bed, everyone else has turned in for the night, and I am just about ready to…" His voice trailed to a stop as his gaze finally met the Goddess Reincarnated.
Celestine almost instantly felt something… off about this meeting. As he looked at her, she felt… happy? Excited? Nervous? All these feelings at once were running through her mind, but that wasn't nearly as distracting as what she was feeling from James. What was coming off of him was something she had felt from many young men in the past, but much more intense. It was lust mixed with love, and she wasn't sure what to think of it.
"What's this?" the man asked, slowly removing the cape around his shoulders and hanging it up.
The High Elf took a breath to steady her own rapidly beating heart. "When you told me of Christmas, a holiday of giving and joy… I have nothing to give aside from what I have already freely given, so tonight I shall give you myself."
Suddenly things clicked into place for the one witnessing these events, and alarm began flooding her mind.
There is no way this was real, that she would ever break her sacred chastity! She had spent centuries maintaining her distance from men to prevent herself from being tempted by the idea of indulging in carnal desires of the flesh. This had to be a dream, there was simply no other explanation for this!
(Note: From this point forward, Underlined sections are meant to be shared reactions between the Celestine that is watching this whole dream/vision play out, and her Vision/Dream self.)
"That's good," James said, slowly stripping himself down. "Because I don't plan on leaving this room until I am certain you've received your other gift."
The implications of that statement were not lost on the High Elf…
"I am looking forward to it… My love." Celestine saw herself open her arms invitingly. "Embrace me."
If the Elf witnessing this dream could, she would wake up right now before it progressed any further. She would avert her eyes, or at least keep them closed for the act she had no control over.
James crossed the distance of the room, discarding the festive attire he wore along the way, each piece unceremoniously dropped where it was removed, leaving a trail of red and white from the door all the way to the bed. Calloused and rough hands grasped her waist as he pulled her in for a kiss, but this time there was no handmaiden to stop them from escalating the act.
Her soft lips connected with his, and while Celestine wished to stop this before she began having any more sinful thoughts, she had no control over the events she was witnessing. She felt his lips on hers as if she was at the moment with him, and… it didn't feel as wrong as she believed it would have. She felt her own mouth open, and her tongue reach out and gently brush against his as he did the same.
She felt his tongue on hers, not wrestling with it, but caressing each other. Despite how heretical this was, the dreamer couldn't deny that there was a certain degree of happiness that this connection brought.
'Please, wake up…' she thought to herself, trying to keep her mind away from the invasive thoughts it was creating.
The hands that gripped her waist slowly began traveling down to her rear, and as his hands gripped her ass, she felt something like electricity shoot up her spine. James pulled her closer, and she could feel the erection in his pants begin prodding her through the pants he wore.
'Do not think about it, do not think about it, do not think about it!' She thought to herself, but unfortunately for her, her dream counterpart seemed to have other ideas. Pulling away from the kiss, her eyes peered downward towards the tent in the man's pants.
'Please! No further!'
"It seems you are eager to continue."
"When I have someone as beautiful as you, how could I not be?" James asked rhetorically with a smile. Celestine felt her face heat at the statement, she knew she was beautiful but to hear it from him? Why was it affecting her so? "But before we get to me, I think you deserve a little attention first."
'Attention?' she thought for a moment, before his hands hooked under her legs and dropped her back onto the bed. In the moments it took her to sit up to see him, he was already kneeling between her legs. Seeing him stare so intently made her heart beat like a drum, and her face feel like it was about to burst into flames. Every breath she could feel through the ribbon, this was not good!
"James… nooo," her counterpart whined as the man simply gave her a sly smile.
He raised his hand and, with painful slowness, began tracing her lower lips through the ribbon. She and her counterpart were both in sync when a small moan escaped them both.
"Ah!"
He was teasing her, and they both knew it.
'I must wake before this continues! These are sinful thoughts!' the dreamer told herself as she tried her hardest to wake her own body, but it was a futile effort.
"James… Please…"
"Sorry, you're just too fun to tease… but if you beg, I'll stop," James said coyly, pushing the dampened fabric inside with a finger. "Or then again… maybe I won't."
It was a slow insertion. "Mmmh! Ah!" they moaned in unison as he slowly pumped his finger inside. 'Don't do this!' She tried to resist the small degree of pleasure that was assaulting her.
"More! James, more!" she heard herself beg.
'No!'
James chuckled to himself. "Tempting… but I want to hear that beautiful voice beg some more." His smile was downright evil as both of his hands began working on her sex. One would rib her lips, while the other would prod at her inside through the ribbon. "What do you want, Celestine? Please, be specific."
"Gah! Ah! Hmm!"
She hated [loved] the feeling of being touched. She couldn't let this go on, but she was powerless to change this dream, or even wake from it.
'No more! I… I cannot stand this!' she thought to herself, but her body had another idea.
"More… Please!" Her dream counterpart pleaded.
"I can't hear you…" He knew what she was saying, but he wanted to hear her say it.
'Don't do it!' The dreamer tried to tell her body, but her voice fell on deaf ears.
"Please, James! I need more! I want more!" She half moaned, half shouted.
The smile became downright predatory.
"That's what I like to hear," he said, before one of his hands traveled up to the bow that held the ribbon to her body and gently pulled on it. It became slack in but a moment, and was discarded onto the floor with most of James' clothes.
She wanted to cover her face, to hide her expression as James stared at her bare sex. It was embarrassing, shameful even, that she could feel herself getting more aroused by knowing he was looking. "Don't stare… please," her body requested, and for once since this started, they were in agreement.
What happened next sent a shiver up her spine as she felt something moist and hot glide against her folds.
"Ahha!"
She couldn't keep her voice in. While her dream self relished the feeling of being licked down there, the dreamer felt ashamed. She was the Goddess Reborn, and as such she was meant to be chaste, to not feel lust or arousal. For hundreds of years, she and her handmaidens were forced to take great care when washing, not to give in to the temptation of indulgence… and yet here she was, dreaming of it.
And despite her best efforts, she was enjoying it far more than she should be. Every time she felt James' tongue rub her, she found it harder and harder to reject the feeling of pleasure that traveled through her.
"Ahh… It's warm!" She couldn't help but moan out as the sensation began building.
'Why?' she asked herself. 'Why is it that I and those close to me are forbidden from this?'
James pulled away for a moment. "I know I've said this before, but I love how you taste," he told her before going back in. However, rather than simply licking, her entire body tensed as she felt his tongue enter.
"AHA!" She cried out, her legs tensing round his head. Her body wanted him to go deeper, wanted him to go faster. She felt him wiggling his tongue inside, and couldn't help keep her voice in.
"Oh goddess! James, James!" The High Elf thrust her own hips upward as she felt something building up, the pleasure nearing its apex.
But just before she fell off that cliff, he pulled back.
"I think we're ready to go now," he said, rising from his position. His hands went for his belt, but she stopped him.
"Not yet."
'Not yet?'
"Allow me to give you some… attention." The dreamer had no idea she could sound so sultry. Her own hands went to his belt, and began to take them off herself.
'I am the Goddess Reborn! I must not think impure thoughts, I must not think impure thoughts, I must not think impure thoughts!' the woman repeated to herself like a mantra as her dream self began pulling James' pants down. Once they were off, however… her gaze met his organ, and all she could think for a moment was 'How did he fit a cannon into his trousers?'
She had seen men's penises before, an odd suitor or heretic trying to woo her with displays of their manhood, but this was the first time she had seen one so close, and so large. The length and girth made her draw parallels to the book she had been reading…
The book…
Things seemed to click into place in her mind. The unheard of holiday, the joy, the lovemaking…
It must have been because of the book! Or at least, that was what she rationalized, as her dream self began wrapping her fingers around his… penis. That book has brought this dream upon her! That had to be it, otherwise Celestine dreaded to think that this was of her own imagination.
Slowly, her hand began pumping back and forth along the massive rod. It felt hot and almost impossibly hard in her hand.
'Well… at least I am only touching it,' Celestine thought to herself, thankful that her dream self hadn't chosen to replicate the more… raunchy acts she had read in her book.
However, it felt like her own imagination cursed her at that moment as she thought of the other acts in the book. Her dream self leaned in and placed a kiss on the tip, resulting in the dreamer experiencing the sensation of putting her mouth on a penis. For an instant, she was worried that her dream self would have committed a worse act, but was thankful that hadn't occurred… and yet she didn't think once that her own thoughts were influencing this dream.
Her dream self pulled back, for a brief moment, looking up towards the man she was servicing. The sly smile he had was gone, and replaced by a much smaller and appreciative one. He was enjoying the lightest touches, and could feel his enjoyment from it. Knowing she was making him feel good made her feel good as well. She took the act further, this time licking the tip, and heard James audibly exhale as she did.
The dreamer, however, was reeling at what had just occurred. Even though this was a dream, she could still taste and feel, and she just felt her own tongue taste James' rod, but she didn't know what part about that was worse: the fact that she did it or that the taste wasn't something she could say she disliked.
While she was still trying to process how she felt about that, her dream counterpart didn't seem to slow down enough to let her. She went down for another kiss; only, it wasn't one. The dreamer felt her lips touch the head, and then open wide, inviting the rest into her mouth.
"Damn…" she heard James say as he put a hand on her head, not forcing but steadying. The dreamer suddenly found herself knowing what it felt like to choke, yet somehow aware she wasn't in danger of suffocating.
'This… this is too big!' she thought as it remained in her throat for a few moments before her dream self finally pulled away. It was only a brief moment of respite, however, because after a few moments to catch her breath, she went in for seconds.
This time, however, rather than simply allowing it to sit halfway down her throat, she began pumping her head back and forth.
"Celestine…"
It was James' turn to sound strained. He wasn't exactly keen on making noises of pleasure, but then again, he didn't need to when she could feel how good this act was making him feel. A part of Celestine felt some degree of happiness that she could make him feel almost euphoric, another part wanted to ignore it.
This was sinful, this was heretical… but knowing she was bringing pleasure and happiness to the man who loved her so? It created a strange, conflicted feeling in the Goddess that she didn't know how to handle.
A small, traitorous thought entered her mind.
'Perhaps, since this is a dream and nothing more… I should just enjoy it while I can?'
No, no she couldn't… or at least that's what she thought at first. But the pleasure, the lust, the satisfaction James was radiating for her was feeding that heretical thought more than she would like to admit.
Her dream self pulled herself back again, a trail of saliva connecting her mouth to the Lord's appendage. "Everything okay?" he asked with concern, but it was unneeded.
The High Elf raised herself up a bit. "Please, James, I may be somewhat naive, but do not think I hadn't noticed you staring."
'He was staring? At what?' the dreamer wondered before her ribbon wrapped boobs were lifted and engulfed his dick. The instant he was between her breasts, a newfound wave of ecstasy flooded the room. And for once, the dreamer wasn't totally against going further.
'I had no idea someone could draw so much happiness from such a simple act.'
The head of his rod peeked out of her cleavage, and with a tantalizing slowness, she began rubbing it with her breasts. It felt like it was on fire between her tits, but it slid between them with ease. Every time she moved, the satisfaction and pleasure she felt off of James increased, and that only spurred her to move faster; the more she did, the more her own nipples rubbed against the silk ribbon, and the more they rubbed, the more pleasure she felt.
"Does this feel good?" she asked, in unison with her other self.
"Yeah," James said with a strained voice, occasionally thrusting his hips forward. "Your tits are the best."
Such a lewd compliment, and yet despite that, the Dreamer couldn't deny it made something in her chest warm.
"I'm glad," she replied as she continued to rub and squeeze his dick with her breasts "Are you getting close?"
James could only nod, but the instant he did, Celestine removed him, to his dissatisfaction and the dreamer's own, much to her surprise.
"H-hey."
'So close…' the dreaming Goddess whined to herself, only to watch as her dream counterpart laid back onto the bed and spread her legs. "I believe we are ready, James." The High Elf felt a wave of nervousness as she watched James climb on top of her, his dick aligned with her own pussy "Embrace me, and I will embrace you."
Celestine gazed down at it, anticipation, nervousness, excitement and shameful arousal all making the moment agonizingly slow. The tip gently rubbed against her folds, slowly being coated in her juices, before she finally felt him begin to push forward. His entry was slow and easy, the High Elf unable to contain a whine of pleasure as he spread her open.
''It… It's in!' The dreamer thought to herself as she felt him finally bump his hips into hers. She could feel him poking at her womb. A perfect fit.
"I shall never tire of this feeling." Her dream self told her lover, rubbing a hand over her stomach, the other steadying herself so that she could look him in the eye. "Do not hold back. Let out all your lust upon me, let out all your love, and fill me to the brim with your seed."
James needed no words of motivation as he began thrusting his hips into her. Every time their pelvises collided, Celestine could feel herself being pushed back onto the bed, slowly rolling back down onto James as he reared back to push in again.
"I hope you're ready, because I'm not letting you leave this bed until I know you're pregnant."
The High Elf's eyes widened as the statement registered in her mind. Would she be stuck in this dream until she was inseminated? If that was the case, she wasn't sure she would survive that long! High Elves have a remarkably low fertility rate; they can live forever after all.
But if he intended on rutting with her until she was carrying his child? They would be at this for months, or even years!
… Strangely, however, the idea of years of lovemaking like this was not an entirely unpleasant thought.
Wait, no!
'I am the Goddess Laurentia's reincarnation!' the dreamer reminded herself. 'I cannot allow myself to give in to such a fantasy! I must resist!" she thought to herself, but every time James thrust she couldn't help but find her thoughts more and more clouded with the love and lust of the dream.
"Yes!" her other self said. "Give me a child! I'll bear as many as you desire to have!" she yelled as James' arm pushed the ribbon up over her bust, and latched on to one of her nipples, "By the Goddess James! Use me! Fuck me!"
Her nipples were leaking, she knew this. She felt James sucking the milk from them as if he were the child he was trying to give her… and it felt absolutely sinful. Her arms wrapped around his head as if she wanted to keep him there forever. One of his hands latched onto her other breast, massaging it with his fingers as his thumb teased its peak, while his free hand latched onto her hip. His pistoning became stronger, faster, but he wanted to keep her from being bounced too far.
The Dreamer felt her mind being clouded by the pleasure. It was too much for her to think clearly through!
'I… I am…"
She tried to think, but her mind was simply too clogged with the emotions of the dream. Love was the most dominant, and it made her heart melt as if she were stuck in a furnace, while the lust that her dream self and James practically radiated made her painfully aware of her own hidden desires.
'This is a dream…' she tried to remind herself, but in doing so she only broke down her own will to resist. 'Only a dream…'
James pulled away from her breasts. "Tell me Celestine, what do you have inside you right now?" he asked, panting heavily from the pleasure he was feeling.
'It's…' she started quietly. 'Your c-…'
Could she really say something so lewd?
"What's that? I can't hear you."
"YOUR COCK!" the High Elf screamed, throwing all reservations to the nonexistent winds as she began pushing herself to meet his thrusts. Her legs wrapped around his lower back and pulled him as close as he could get. "Use that mighty dragon cock of yours and make this Goddess's pussy yours!" Her dream self cried out as James increased the pace and strength of his thrusts.
"Yes!" he grunted out. "You're mine and mine alone!" He leaned down to look into her eyes. "Not the people's, not the Church's, not Vault's, or anyone else's!" She felt the wave building inside her again. "And I'll prove it to you!"
Their hips met at a new, frantic, erratic pace. He barely had any room to move, but every time he pushed in, she felt her body tense and tense.
"I love you, James! Mark my womb! Drown my pussy in your love!" she cried out, feeling her own climax reach its peak.
"Celestine!"
"James!"
As they called each other's names, she felt what it was like to be filled, and what it was like to have her very own satisfaction, but only for a brief moment.
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Celestine awoke to a dark room. It was the middle of the night, and moonlight bled into her room through open curtains, barely giving off enough light to see anything. But the darkness was a secondary concern to what she had just dreamt of, and the small wet patch on her bed that she now had to deal with.
She removed her covers and quickly traveled to the bathroom to clean herself up, but all the while her mind was reeling. All those feelings and sensations still lingered in her mind, as well as who they were directed from and towards.
"I have only known that man for a few days…" she told herself with shame in her heart. How will she even face him after that? "When he returns… Perhaps I should beg him for forgiveness for having such lustful thoughts?"
The High Elf could still hear her own moans and cries of pleasure in her head as if they were real…
"I must pray to Goddess Laurentia for forgiveness in the morning. I need to repent for having such sinful and heretical thoughts and dreams."
Hundreds of years of chastity and trying to embody every quality of a saint, and yet she could not rid herself of these sinful fantasies…
Shame washed over her. She must be better than this! She was the High Queen of Eostia, the reincarnation of the Goddess Laurentia! She could not allow herself to give in to such sins!
But even as she resolved to be better, she still had one final challenge for the night.
How was she going to clean up the mess she left?
Special thanks to LittleWhiteMouse for proofreading this chapter.
AN: Merry Christmas!
… What do you mean I missed Christmas?
Happy New Year!
… What do you mean I missed New Year's?
Happy whenever the fuck this is done!
Sorry guys, I wanted to give you a little wholesome Christmas omake, that also served as practice for Lemons later down the line. But the Christmas season for me kinda got out of hand, and I didn't have much time to work on this to get it before Christmas and new years.
It was a bit hectic for me over here, but you know how it is.
Anyway, this chapter was meant to be just a little Christmas special from the perspective of the only character who could canonically see the future. It's not meant to progress the plot or anything like that, just something kinda nice and kinda naughty for a (Late) Christmas gift to thank you all for your continued support.
Writing lemons is a lot harder than I thought. I am probably going to be getting help for them in the future, but I wanted to give it a shot myself first to see what you guys think I need to improve on for later ones. I was trying to keep it kinda similar to how the Animation and other things portray how they are during Sex, but maybe for the future ones I shouldn't. Let me know what you think about it. I plan on making more things like this in the future since this is a Hentai Crossover, so any suggestions on how to improve future sex scenes please let me know.
Next actual chapter, we return to the plot and James' quest to save Eostia.
Hopefully I'll have it out soon, since my new year's resolution is to try to get two chapters out every month instead of the one I have been doing.
If you have any questions or suggestions feel free to send me a message, and I just want to say thank you to each and every one of you that takes the time to Favorite, Follow and Review. Really, you have no idea how much I appreciate all of you.
Anyway, Happy Holidays, Merry New Year, Merry Christmas and all that jazz, and I'll see you guys next time, later!
