Lord of Dreams

By Danyealle

(MF/Non-Human/Fantasy)

Off in the distance he could hear it approaching. It was very faint and he had to strain to hear it but there was not doubt it was hoof beats. As it drew closer the animals hoof beats began sounding like distant rolls of thunder. In the distance he could finally see a glimpse of the animal. At first it was just s small dot on the horizon looking like an ink blot silhouetted against the backdrop of the setting sun. As it drew closer its’ shape began to define until the muscular animal was in focus. Several feet off the ground, its’ hooves sparked every time it took a step, those bright, lightning bolt like electrical charges shooting out all directions making it appear as though the mighty animal was using them as a roadway in the sky.

When it was a couple feet away it ‘jumped’ down then made its’ way across the hard packed, crack soil to where he was standing. Once it was in front of him, he rubbed its’ nose affectionately. Letting out a loud nicker, feet pawing at the ground, sparks flying. Its’ eyes flamed brighter, the conflagration in them firing higher. Slinging his bag over one shoulder, he walked to the side of the animal and slid onto its’ back. Because the animal was so big and muscular, body structure like that of a Clydesdale only a bit bigger. Shifting around to get comfortable, he then taped the animals’ sides with his heels and it was off. Jumping, it was once again airborne and moving in the same direction as before. Holding onto its’ pitch black mane, his knees drew inward a bit so he could hold on better and not slide off. As the animal once again sped up to a breakneck speed he watched the powerful muscles bunch up and relax under the shiny, black coat of its’ fur.

While they sped onwards towards the portal that connected this world, that of the gods, and the humans’ dimension, he did a mental rundown of all that needed done that night. Luckily, the only things he had to do were visit a few, select people, those that are artistic/talented in areas of the fine arts, and slip them some dreams to give them some inspiration. He didn’t have as many stops to make as most other Dream Lords but he had to travel further than they did. They had more defined and smaller areas to work with so they could be more efficient in spreading their dream-inducing sand. Because truly artistic people were such a small percentage of the human race they were spread out.

When they reached the portal the round-shaped doorway the door spiraled open in a circle, revealing the night sky of the humans realm. Without slowing down his steed, what is called a Nyghtmare, plunged through the opening and galloped across the night sky. Grabbing his list, he peered around to make sure he knew where they were then read off the first address. Nodding its’ head to let him know he had heard, the Nyghtmare veered off to the left and headed towards the first stop.

Once there, the horse landed and he slid off its back. Quietly, he slid through the front door, body passing through the solid oak door like a ghost, and then headed towards the bedroom. Once there he took a handful of the Morpheus dust and blew it gently in the face of the woman that was fast asleep in the bed. It swirled around her head like a small sandstorm before slowly began to vanish. Opening his mind, he linked it with hers to make sure the dreaming was starting. As the dream began to play out, growing sharper and more organized, its plotline slowing forming. Breaking of the link, he nodded in satisfaction then marked this stop off the list.

As usual, his rounds took him about 8 hours to complete. When the Nyghtmare dropped down in front of the last house he grinned. It was always his habit to make this place the last stop when it made his list. Excited, he slipped into the house and made his way to the bedroom, a path he knew by heart because of his many visits here. As usual, the woman was curled up under her comforter in the middle of the giant king-sized bed. Pouring the last of the dust from his bag, he blew it on her then linked up with her and waited, blood pounding in his ears. Unlike many artists in the different genres that encompass art in all its forms, she was one of those that was quite prolific and needed the boost from the Morpheus powder more than most. A writer, she had scores of books published as well as hundreds of poems and short stories.

As the dream began to slowly form and play out, smiling, waiting to see just what would happen tonight. While the Morpheus powder helped to boost creativity it didn’t dictate just what the dreams would be about. Hers were, by far, the most fascinating and enthralling stories he had ever encountered. Sliding into a nearby chair, he shut his eyes and watched the scene unfold.

A tall, probably at the six foot mark, thin, lanky elf, with a white, almost shimmering, skin was lying on a bed, eyes shut. Naked, tiny droplets of sweat beaded on his chest and face, twinkling like a diamond in the low light. Stretched out on the black, silk sheets his pale skin against the dark backdrop made him seem like an eerie, otherworldly presence. Jutting up from his crotch his nine inch cock twitched slightly as it throbbed. Already the head of it was wet and shiny from the pre-cum that was oozing out already. Slowly, he stroked his hand up and down on his cock, breath coming in short gasps.

Slowly, a naked woman seemed to glide into the scene. She seemed to be a cat human hybrid. About average height, about 5’6 or 7, she had a thin, yet muscular frame. Her hair was a thick, black curtain that fell down to her waist in the back. Here and there in that mane of hair were a few streaks of white. At the base of her spine, where the tailbone is for humans, a long, furry tail the color of her hair swished. Instead of hands, she had paws like a cat. Her eyes were a startling greenish-yellow that seemed to be almost hypnotic. While her facial features were that of a human she did have the thin, elongated, sharp fangs of a cat. Sliding herself onto the bed, she straddled his waist. Pushing his hand away, she grasped a hold of the throbbing hunk of meat and guided it to the entrance of her dark thatched pussy then slid herself down onto it, groaning loudly.

Arching his hips up, he moaned as her wet walls enveloped his turgid flesh. Opening his eyes, he looked at her, lust plainly visible in the grayish orbs. Putting his hands on her hips, he thrust his hips upward a bit as she began to slowly fuck him.

Moaning softly, she shut her eyes as she pumped her hips, driving his cock into her wet pussy at an even pace. Leaning forward, she put her hands on his chest for balance then began thrusting a bit harder.

Sliding one hand around her waist and putting his other hand on the back of her head, he pulled her down to him and began to kiss her passionately, almost devouring her mouth.

Kissing him back with the same level of fervor he was displaying, she slid her tongue into his mouth. Sliding her right arm onto the bed, propping herself up on the elbow, her other hand slid between her legs and gently flicked her clit, making it throb madly and her pussy spasm around his cock.

Shivering, he moaned into her mouth, hips thrusting upwards a bit faster and more insistently.

Grinding her hips a bit, she began to slam down on him roughly, her whole crotch throbbing madly. Digging her fingers into the bed, she panted and moaned loudly, whole body shivering as though someone had just drenched her with a bucket of ice water. Feeling that deep, cramping throb in her pelvic region that always heralded her coming orgasm, her fingers began to work faster and a bit more roughly on her swollen clit.

When that deep, persistent throb began her almost silken walls began to milk his cock, as though they were trying to coax his orgasm. Grinding and thrusting into her, he broke off the kiss. Teeth clenched, he grunted like a wild animal. Then, his eyes rolled back then shut. Wailing, his back arched off the bed and began to flood her cunt with his thick strands of cum.

As his cock twitched while he came her fingers sent her over the edge. Letting out a loud, cat-like howl, she slammed down on him one last time, her pussy throbbing and spasming madly.

Smiling, he opened his eyes and looked at her as the dream shifted around and began to segue in a different direct. Breaking off the link, he left quietly. The vivid nature of her dream and the minute details of it made it seem as though he were watching a movie play out. Because of that, he always left her place horny and in want of relief. Sliding back onto his steed they set out for home. His mate would be waiting for him when he arrived and he could then take care of the aching hard-on that felt a bit strangled by the confines of his pants.