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At this point, saying something would only cause echoes in my mind, so I kept quiet and my eyes closed, intriguingly awaiting where this dream would take me this time.

My breathing was calm, yet, the excitement inside of me was growing with each breath I took.

Everything that happened that had Fennec involved turned into something strange, but I would’ve been lying saying I didn’t like it.

This, whatever this was, was us.

It’s always been like this, and it’s always been us.

His fingers felt warm against my sensitive skin, and the more he caressed the outside folds, the more I hoped for him to push them inside the way he had done that night.

He was exploring my body, but I knew this wasn’t the first time he had gotten this close to a vagina.

He must’ve had his fun with a few of those girls in high school, and if he didn’t, I was sure he’s watched videos on the internet before.

All boys did it in school, and even girls.

Hell, I did it once, but after getting caught by Mama, I never looked up porn ever again.

It wasn’t something I felt uncomfortable with, because sex was normal.

It wasn’t something people should feel bad about watching or doing, so how wrong was it really to have Fennec touch me down there?

I clearly wanted it.

My mind wanted it, and the more I dreamed about it, the more I accepted it.

His breath tickled against my skin, and I knew he was moving closer.

I didn’t dare to open my eyes, scared to wake up or realize I hadn’t been dreaming.

But as my mind liked to play tricks on me so much, I could see us laying there, him between my legs and me tied up with no way to move or escape.

“I want you to relax, sweet girl. Let me make the pain go away,” his low voice whispered.

I saw myself nod, and seconds later, his lips pressed against my inner thigh.

There was dried blood on my skin from the pad he had pulled down my legs, but he didn’t care and continued to trail kisses all the way up to my pussy.

It was clenching just at the thought of him being that close, and when his tongue came out to lick through my slit, I knew this was nothing but my sick imagination mixed with my twisted thoughts I so often had about him.

This wasn’t real, so I might as well make the best out of it.

His tongue flicked against my clit, slowly at first, but moving quicker after every stroke.

Gentle noises filled the quietness around us, and with his already blood-covered fingers, he pushed inside of me to ease the cramping pains my insides caused.

I moved my hand from my sweater to his hair, gripping it with my fist and letting my fingers wrap around his curls.

This was a first for me, having someone’s tongue play with my clit and making me feel things I’ve not felt before, but I didn’t want him to stop.

He pressed a kiss to my folds and flicked his tongue through my slit again, tasting all of my blood and letting it cover his lips and all around his mouth.

Again, that didn’t seem to bother him, and to take it up a notch, he pulled his fingers out of my tightness to then smear the blood underneath his eyes like some kind of warrior or football player.

It was strange, but then…only strange things happened in my dreams.

I saw myself smiling at him, trying not to chuckle at the sight of his face paint as if he was about to go to war.

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