Elzi Animorph Ero-Dream 1

Ahhh... this is a little embarrassing, but I was told to write it anyway... For a long while now my bf has been reading a book series for kids called Animorphs out loud to me. Most of the time I'll be sucking his cock or we'll be snuggling, or sometimes he has me pinned down or tied up, but he makes sure I pay some attention to it. The book is also filled with all these silly sounds, and he skips those and quite a few other little bits, so the books are -much- shorter because of it.

 

The books are about these aliens called Yeerks that are invading Earth. They're small parasitic slugs that get into a person's ear and totally mind controls them. Once they're in, a person has no control over their own body, and they are slaves in their own mind. They can talk mind-to-mind with each other, but it's very one sided, and the Yeerk can even go through all their memories. But ahh... later it's revealed that the Yeerks have had a bad time too. They naturally lived their whole lives in a swamp, with no sight, hearing, ability to smell or taste. So once they had experienced those senses, they -never- wanted to go back, and were incredibly envious of everything other species had.

 

Anything I get exposed to, my imagination starts trying to corrupt it and make super-sexual, so finding out what my imagination would do with all this might have been my boyfriend's intent. Later in the series, they say that Yeerks have a very bland time when it comes to sex as well. So like, I started to wonder what it would be like for a Yeerk to see a human's memories of sex.. to be exposed to the pleasures a human body can provide. Then I thought about all the technology they'd have access to, and the dreams started to get -really- fun and weird from there.

 

The main fantasies I started to have were about this female Yeerk called Chara that takes over a quiet, shy, normal guy's body. He's just an average kind of guy, brown hair, a little larger than average cock. At first the sex thing isn't even there, and it's about how it is in the books. The mental struggle, him learning that he's incapable of doing anything, and little more than a slave now in his own mind. But mmm... eventually he starts to wonder if it might not be so bad if he stopped resisting, that he might be better off trying to get -something- positive out of his situation. That like, maybe if they talked and discussed things, maybe they could have a more beneficial relationship.

 

At first Chara scoffs at this, thinking there's no reason for them to be anything less than slave and master. But then as she browses through his memories, she gets -deliciously- overwhelmed by the ones of him masturbating. Like, she just can't stop mentally drooling as she indirectly experiences the pleasure, the ecstasy, the mind-numbing bliss of each up and down stroke on that huge, oh so sensitive, hard throbbing cock. All his little pants, squeaks and moans, which she finds incredibly strange, but cute and attractive. In his memories she looks through his eyes as he flails his hand up and down his hard sloppy cock, beating off frantically to porn magazines, to photos of girls he likes, to porn on his computer. Each time he cums, as his semen shoots out so explosively, splattering all over the place, her mind reels in shock, giddiness and exhilaration.

 

During all this, she kind of teases him, humiliates him, makes fun of how he's stroking away to girls he likes, but is never confronting or confessing to them, and not having them the way he could. Like, she tells him that if she was in his position, she'd just take it, take them, and make them hers, just like she did with him and his body. She plays through the most indulgent parts of his masturbation sessions, where he's frantically, desperately stroking and trying to cum, staring mindlessly at a photo of the girl he likes most, panting and moaning her name over and over. She makes him watch how 'pathetic' she thinks he is, humiliating him and showing her contempt over being such a slave to his own insecurities and doubts.

 

But ahh...she's also strangely in awe of him, and his ability to feel, to want, to desire. Because of him, she's felt pleasure in ways she never has before - that even though he's actually done nothing -with- her, in many ways he's taken her virginity, by giving her her first experience of an orgasm through his own memories.

 

After that.. there's this slight, barely perceivable change in their relationship. He feels humiliated and trapped in his own mind, while Chara who has all the power is in a way trapped as well. She's experienced pleasure now, and she even -wants- to try masturbating for herself, but she feels so undignified about it. All her life she's been envious of other species, and was raised to conquer and turn others into slaves. Now she's in a position where the very body she controls is threatening her, trying to enslave her to the physical pleasures it can provide. This makes her -very- irritated and conflicted.

 

For a little while, things resume -almost- like normal. Chara stays away from his memories completely for a day or two while she thinks things through. He on the other hand, wallows in misery and humiliation, wondering if maybe she was right, that he should have been more assertive with his life ('Of course I'm right you idiot!' she says.) Chara paces around mentally while thinking of how she can enjoy the pleasures of his memories again, without 'degrading herself to his level.' She sees how miserable he is, as she thinks he should be, and comes to think that it might be a good thing to make their relationships as master and slave -very- thoroughly imprinted upon him. But ah, even as she starts planning over how she's going to continue humiliating him there's this little squeeing side of her that's gloating over finding a way to enjoy all his deliciously pleasurable masturbation memories again.

 

That night, she sits his body down on a chair, and starts taking out all his masturbation material, lying it all out on the table and floor in front of him. Then she leans his body back, grins, tells him she's going to teach him what a pathetic being he is, and begins reliving his whole life again. In excruciatingly one-sided detail she skims over his life here and there, smirking and degrading him, while inside she is bouncing up and down, frantic with excitement for the memories she's actually after. She rushes through all the 'irrelevant' memories, making her attempt to hide her own sexual desires -very- haphazard, in a way that would probably be cute to anyone else watching, and aware of what's going on ;)

 

As they finally get to the memories she really wants, they both watch as he strokes away at his cock. Chara berates him and makes fun of how pathetic he is, for giving in to his body's desire for his pleasure. He's so thoroughly humiliated about it, he doesn't even notice the rushed, giddy, almost strangely breathless way she's talking to him. All he can feel from Chara is her hostility, contempt and disgust. What he DOESN'T see, just thoughts away where he can't see it, she's praising him, worshiping him, admiring him, her true self in complete delight squealing 'You're amazing! Harder! Faster! Stroke it, make yourself feel good!' She puts on a show of acting how she thinks she has to behave, humiliating him to keep him as the slave in their relationship. Yet at the same time this is the only way she feels like she can enjoy the wonderful, AMAZING things he has to offer.

 

As he cries out and cums and cums and cums in his memories, as he empties his balls into his hand, or into a wad of tissues, or into a sock or a towel, or letting his cum simply squirt all over those perverted pages or onto the table or desk, she snorts and humiliates and calls him pathetic every time. Deep down, every time he cums she gets lost in it, barely able to keep the flow of insults going to hide how much she LOVES it. As envious as she is that her slave gets to enjoy such pleasures and fully aware of how she should hate him for it, she starts to reluctantly begin feeling grateful to him, and yearning to experience with him. As she shudders, squeals, barely riding through the wave of emotions of each orgasm she relives in his memories, a part of her mind asks herself  'If he gives all this to himself, how much more could he give -me-?'

 

For what seems like hours, she barely holds up the facade, of abusing him just so he won't realize how grateful she is to him. Mentally panting and inwardly drooling, she giddily insults him while just wanting to praise him. While degrading him for playing with himself and not conquering the girls he wants, she finds that all she really wants to do, is try it for herself. That night, he's left even more broken than before, while she comes down from the high of sexual thrills, strangely feeling torn and conflicted, looking at him, only wanting to say 'thank you'. >///<

 

Ahhh.. and now I'm just realizing I'm actually writing one of those fanfic things... aren't I? Now I suddenly want to stop >///<

 

Mmmm, the next day, Chara has to return to the Yeerk Pool to feed her own body. She leaves her host body, and while in the pool encounters many other female Yeerks that also have male hosts. Sexuality is eventually brought up, and -far- too quickly many of them shout and yell at how disgusting and shameful it is. The others agree almost mechanically, and in the momentary quiet that follows, there's all too suddenly a common realization that there's a feeling of doubt and hesitation, of strange hollowness to everything that's been said. As they all realize it at once it sets off another barrage of shouting disgust, even more hollow than the last. They don't have eyes, but they can each feel awareness awkwardly shifting from one to another, all of them expecting another to voice the contradicting honesty they all want to share.

 

 

Finally, Chara speaks up, saying 'I.. I punish mine by reliving it all with him. I make him go through it all again.. and again.. and again.. to put him in his place.' Almost instantly, another female stammers that she does the same, followed by another agreeing enthusiastically. 'We have to put them in their place, don't we? Let them know who controls who!' says another. A couple, with female hosts, point out some differences, and again, all too quickly the others begin to mechanically agree in how shameless and beast-like their human host bodies are.

 

As they all practically nods their heads, Chara talks again out loud without thinking, saying  'It's so weak, so pathetic! The way they play with themselves! It's so - it's so ...' As her thoughts trails off, stammering into mental silence, Chara realizes what she was actually going to say, and before she can stop herself, she lets that one thought slip out. 'Incredible.'

 

There's this shocked little moment of silence, of terror. Each of them inwardly panics, afraid of each other, or of being overheard. One second goes, by, then another. The movement of other Yeerks in the pool continues like normal. More seconds trickle by in pregnant silence. Then there's this one slight little thought from one of them. A choked off, quiet little voice saying 'Yes... it is.' And then mmm, even though they're strange, weird little slugs, in my mind there was just this image, of a bunch of girls sitting in a circle, having just told each other about the boy they like for the first time. The last one has just confessed, and they all sit down into the grass, looking down, beaming with happiness, comforted by how they're all feeling the same emotions.

 

(Pictures I haven't edited, but wanted to post <3)

 

As each of the female Yeerks comes to terms with her desires, and is comforted that she isn't in a unique position, they all feel like nothing more needs to be said, for now at least. They mentally nod to one another, but silently drift away, returning to their host bodies.

 

For a day or two, Chara stops being so abusive to her host. She says little to him at all, living through each day as she ponders how to get through things. She doesn't -want- to hurt him, but she doesn't know how to go against how she's been raised to live. She walks around in mental circles on top of his brain while deliberating. As she goes over her own memories of his delicious masturbation memories, inwardly moaning and wanting to enjoy it all again, she realizes to herself that maybe she can. The part of her that's still the noble conqueror, she realizes she doesn't have to degrade herself to enjoy the ridiculous amounts of pleasure her host body can provide. She can degrade -him- instead!

 

That night, there's a -very- different feel to things. Even he can feel it. Chara has been silent and ignoring him all day, but even with the wall there that doesn't let him feel any of her emotions like she can with his, there's a overwhelming sense of excitement flowing over it, of thrilled expectation.

 

It all starts when she's taking off his work clothes. She turns his almost naked body to look himself in the mirror, and maybe the mental wall is slipping, but he feels a wave of approval coming from her. Then a grin on his own face, followed by Chara confirming it, a smug tone as she says 'Nice body, slave.' As the boxers come off, a half snigger, half excited giggle, as he can feel Chara using his own eyes to measure up his oh so slightly less than completely soft cock. She says 'It IS quite nice, isn't it?' to herself, but it's as if she doesn't mind him hearing it.

 

When they get in the shower, again, there's a moment with far too much hesitation. His body is stopped, looking at itself in the mirror. He can feel as if Chara is looking at him, analyzing him in a different way, and not at all in the cold, envious, possessive way she had in the past. His right arm goes up, index finger planted in the center of his chest, then sensually slid down to his navel. From mind to mind, another surge of approval, and Chara slowly saying 'Very... very nice slave...'

 

As they bathed, and as Chara cleans his body, he can feel her as if she's examining him. She'd done so many times in the past, but those were more impersonal, cold, gauging how his traits stacked up compared to other men, and to that of other species perhaps. This time it was different, and far more intimate. It was like he was genuinely being examined by a mistress, a dominatrix. He'd had no experience with them, but he'd always imagined that this was how it would feel if he were tied down naked to a table, being analyzed by someone who considered herself superior to him.

 

Each time Chara touched him, his own mind seemed to fail to comprehend that it was with his own body. The touch of his own hands and his own fingers felt like they were from a stranger. Worse, he could feel Chara's presence in his mind keenly observing him, and he could hear her laughing when she knew that he knew that -she- knew how he was feeling.  As 'her' fingers glanced over his nipples his mind was touched by pleasure. Emotions and feelings conflicted violently through him, all of it submerged with a panicked feeling wondering how she was making him feel this way. Another long soft caress over his chest and his heart raced. A hand moving the bar of soap over his upper thigh and he let out a gasp of excitement. Again and again, little gestures and he reacted as if he had full control of his body, and Chara was a woman in the room playing with him.

 

Whether Chara was enjoying his own body or giving him the freedom to slightly express himself, he couldn't figure out which was which. She was in his mind, reading his thoughts, aware of all his emotions. It was horribly confusing, yet it felt so very sensual, and somehow, even though she should have had full control of his body, his heart raced harder than ever.

 

With how thoroughly Chara was taking apart his ability to think straight, it was a -very- long time before he realized she'd almost run out of more innocent spots to wash clean. With an inward cringe, he realized Chara knew this, and had slowed down dramatically to match his lack of wits. She had slowed down and waited patiently like a predator, readying for the moment he realized that she'd soon start playing with the most sexual parts of his body.

 

Chara used his head to glance downwards, and while she gave them a good look at his cock she used his hands to grab the loofa and start soaping it up. He didn't know who was responsible for it, but his cock twitched, ever so slightly in the stage of becoming of erect. Again, another thought seemed to carelessly leak from her, a seductive little threat, saying 'Not for long...'

 

Very suddenly, Chara tilted his back, to look at the ceiling. Both eyes closed, and he felt both hands bringing the loofa down, just above his cock. He could feel it blocking the wide spray from the shower head, and the more intimate feel as the water flowing through the loofa streamed down directly over his skin. Blood raced through his veins and the sound of his own panting and his heart pounding formed a strange music to the flowing of water from the showe rhead.

 

"Please... please stop this,' he whispered. He froze. It took several seconds, but then he realized he hadn't said it mentally. He hadn't spoken to Chara mind-to-mind, he'd said it out loud. He tried to speak again, but his lips didn't move this time. He tried to move his arm, his leg, his neck, but again, nothing. He suddenly felt sick, then a spear of horror went through his mind as he realized what Chara had been doing. She'd been -deliberately- giving him control of his body, here and there, for moments at a time, without his knowing. Every time she had touched him with his own body, she had given him control of the nerves that were about to be stimulated and caressed. She'd been -actually- been playing with him, experimenting with him, confusing him the way only a person literally sitting in his mind and watching him think could.

 

 'Now now, you think that as if there's anything wrong with a master playing with her slave,' says Chara. Her thought-words cut through all of his own, and even though she'd humiliated him this way many times already, he reeled in disbelief and horror that there was nowhere he could hide from her. Before he could think anymore, humiliate himself anymore, Chara brought the loofa down, and he felt it brushing ever so sensually against his cock. He heard Chara giggle. 'Come on slave, show me if you can still resist.'

 

Like a dominatrix playing with her slave on a vertical table, Chara's hands used the loofa to sensually work his cock. His legs were firmly locked, his arms were hers, and he tried to move his head, but couldn't. His eyes... Chara had them thoroughly glued to observing the loofa being applied all over the length of his cock. 'You can't do this!' he wanted to scream, and awkwardly his mouth worked to say the words in a half-slur. As she giggled at his surprise, he realized she was doing it again!

 

To his horror, Chara had given him control of parts of his body again. His mouth, his chest, his cock. He was the one making his heart race and pound in his ears deafeningly now, and he was the one struggling not to pant and moan. Chara used his hands to aggressively work his cock with the loofa, and the pleasure that came from being manipulated that way had him exploding into painfully sensitive full-blooded erection faster than he was aware of. The rough feel of the loofa at times send sharp shivers of discomfort through him ,mixed with pleasure the softer, soapier sides provided. Chara gripped his cock firmly with one hand, peeling back his foreskin. The other worked the loofa almost ruthlessly over his glans, the soft exposed underside, and vigorously against his urethra. The rough treatment of his sensitive hard cock made him cry out loudly, and he knew that if he had been in control of himself, his knees would be buckling.

 

'What's the matter slave? Are you enjoying this?' Chara giggled into his head, and he felt his left hand's fingers lock tightly in a circle at the head of his cock. She stroked down and up, hard and fast a dozen times. Again, to his own horror it felt as if a stranger had just worked his cock, and even as his mind warred with the contradictions his cock throbbed in appreciation. Precum oozed from the tip, causing a sharp escalation in the pleasure moving through him. It made Chara laugh again, and as humiliated as he was at being molested and raped like this, she was making sure that physically at least, he was enjoying it.

 

'That's right,' Chara whispered into his mind. 'You -are- enjoying this, just like you enjoyed masturbating when you were all alone.' He had no other words to express it, but he felt as is she had mentally licked her lips right next to his ear. 'You're playing with YOUR cock, and LOVING it, you shameful pig.' He began to protest, but she instantly cut him off, reacting to his thoughts as he made them. 'Look at it,' she said firmly. 'Look at what's going on, TELL ME what's going on.'

 

She had his eyes firmly focused on his cock, and he could do nothing but watch as the loofa was discarded. Now both hands pumped up and down the length of his work, one hand frequently moving to peel his foreskin all the way down, or push it back up. Pleasure, pleasure pleasure. His hands suddenly moved, turned, reversed, awkwardly getting into the position hands would be in if someone in front of him was trying to give him a handjob. The strokes turned hard, rough, wringing the pleasure of out him in insistent jerks. 'Tell. Me. Now.' the strokes seemed to say, and he could feel Chara's consciousness pressing right against his.

 

He opened and closed his mouth slowly, not wanting to give in, but knowing it was hopeless to try and resist Chara. He bit his lip ever so slightly, and for a moment Chara seemed to let him close his own eyes. His head tilted back again, and the intense pleasure of his cock being wanked made him quiver and moan out load. It forced him to focus on the repetitive stroking action, and he though of how soon be crying out in orgasm, spilling his cum all over himself and the bathroom tiles while another person watched. He would be helpless, just like he was now. 'Yes...' he finally whimpered. 'Yes Chara... Even though you're doing it, I'm playing with my cock, and it feels good.'

 

For the slightest moment, his knees did buckle. His legs shifted, and his feet moved about on their own. He didn't know it, but his confession almost went unheard. 'It feels good,' was something he'd said once. 'It feels good!' was a line Chara had screamed to herself almost a thousand times now. He might have been moaning in pleasure from having his cock worked, but Chara felt like she MELTING from it. She LOVED playing with his cock! Up, down, moving it from side to side, adding a little twist to this movement, slowing down there, speeding up here... two strokes followed by a delayed third... every little change and variation to stimulating his erect fuck organ was a new explosion of orgasmic delight for her. 'I have to stop!' she moaned to herself. 'Stop stroking! Ahh.... s... say something at least, he'll find out!'

 

But she couldn't.

 

He, on the other hand, wasn't really in a position to notice. He was being molested, and she'd just forced made him admit he was enjoying it. She was raping him, and there was nothing he could do to stop it, or even to prevent himself from enjoying it. He wanted to cry, when a small little thought nudged its way into his conscious thinking. He ignored it once, twice, three times. He tried not to think about how much his cock was throbbing, twitching, pulsating, aching to cum and cum, to spill his hot gooey semen all over the place. He wanted to close his eyes again, but Chara now had them trained back downwards, glued to the sight of his hands resuming a more normal stroking, both hands pulling at his cock, up and down oh so deliciously repetitively, fucking and milking the length of his cock to make him cum. The small little thought nudged its way back into his conscious thoughts again, and desperate to avoid cumming in front of Chara he tried to focus on what little thought was saying. Then, suddenly, he wasn't sure if he should wish he hadn't.

 

'Haven't you forgotten? Why not try to enjoy yourself? You might as well make the most of this, right?'

 

He gasped out loudly, unaware that Chara was too lost in the pleasure of stroking his cock to pay attention to him or his thoughts. While Chara was inwardly squealing 'Yes! Yes! This feels so good! I want to feel what cumming's like! I LOVE YOUR COCK!' he was being rocked by the horror of his own possible betrayal. Could he.. should he... would he give in to being her slave? Could he stop resisting, and give up his freedom? Could he -hope- that she'll treat him better if he's a bit willing? As if someone had taken a weighted bag off his head, he felt the pleasure of his cock being worked differently, without the stress of a person being molested against their will. As Chara worked her hands up and down his cock, that little voice asked him if he couldn't really just enjoy this sort of thing.

 

That Chara wasn't saying anything was something he was suddenly all too aware of. He cast about in his mind, trying to feel her presence in his mind. He felt it, but for the first time ever, it was distant, if such a thing could make any sense. He wondered if maybe this was a test, if Chara was only planning to hurt him further by allowing him to think things might ever be better for him. Another part of him chided him for thinking it was wrong to want some happiness out of life. Another shouted angrily in protest,telling him he would be betraying his race if became a willing slave. He felt so incredibly lost and conflicted, but suddenly it didn't anymore, because Chara was soon going to make him CUM.

 

He shuddered and groan, his cock spilling out more pre-cum, waves of pleasure flooding through him even more intensely and passionately, and to his despair his ability to think was falling apart. Chara's mental presence seemed to surge back to life, and with it, her questioning returned as well. ' Ahhh... This feels good, doesn't it slave?'

 

For a moment the conflicted thoughts returned to his mind. They began to swirl around in his thoughts once more, and he could feel Chara noticing, and making up his mind, he cut them off. FUCK IT. Opening his mouth, he let out a moan, his breath coming out in deflated relief. "Yes Chara, it feels really good." The reluctance, the resistance, was gone.

 

Chara noticed the changes in him. A part of her wanted to stop, take notice, and figure out how to proceed. She wanted to make sure he knew his place as her slave, as a humiliated animal that was pathetic for being so enslaved by physical pleasures. She wanted to do all these things, but the problem was that she was feeling WAY TOO GOOD to stop.

 

She pumped her slave's hands up and down his cock, her mind screaming 'More! More! More!' She wanted to see his cum spurt out, she wanted to FEEL his cum racing through his cock firsthand! Desperately, she thought of giving him back his arms so he might stop on his own, but that thought was instantly crushed by the overwhelming need to 'wank that gorgeous cock until it emptied his balls for her. From what little glances she could spare, her slave seemed to be actually enjoying it too.

 

She giggled to herself, thrilled that he'd given in to being nothing but a pleasure addicted pig. Ahh... could she tease him about it? Should she see if he would finish himself off for the both of them? 'Such a naughty pig,' she moaned out loud. 'An animal, a beast, meat that cums that nasty rotten semen. So disgusting!' She whipped his hands up and down his cock, even harder and more frantically. 'Ahhh, but you love this, don't you pig? You're my slave, and you'll STILL get off on humiliating yourself before me?'

 

For a moment Chara turned, hoping to see him looking into his own face in the mirror. The glass was steamed up, disappointment. She renewed the attack on his cock, right hand stroking it brutally, left hand rubbing the palm all over the head and his urethra. As he cried out hoarsely from the stimulation overload, as she sent him into the delicious depths of impending orgasm, she had to struggle with all her being to not be just as lost, to be more level-headed than he was.

 

Again, inwardly she squealed with delight, attracted beyond words to how susceptible to the pleasure he was, to how EASY it was to make him feel so ridiculously good. As she peered into his mind she felt shock that he was actually, genuinely enjoying it. Now she focused a little, and found that a strange relief-filled bliss had come over her slave. 'Filthy pig!' she said into his mind. 'So shameless, so barbaric and vile. Are you addicted to this? Do you LOVE playing with your cock you slave pig?'

 

When he responded, it wasn't tangled up in stress or emotion. She could feel it at the back of his mind, a little bit of stress, regret, and reluctance-to-come. But right now? Immediately? He was deeply, thoroughly enjoying it, just like she was. She began to wonder how that might be, and realized she didn't even have the willpower to go through her slave's mind properly at the moment, she NEEDED to make his cock cum FIRST. She didn't the chance.

 

She felt his mind turn towards his, and her own flickered in shock as he seemed to calmly, (and slightly drunk with pleasure) say 'Yes Mistress Chara, I LOVE having my cock played with.' They were the words she'd been expecting, the words she'd planned on hearing, and using against him. Yet strangely, the words just seemed to slam into her, and all she could think to herself was 'he loves it too, he loves it too, he LOVES it too!'

 

All her plans evaporated into nothingness. Her plans to humiliate him, gone. Her trained desire to make him understand he would -always- be powerless against her, gone. For a moment her own mind was blank, free from how she was trained and raised, and how she naturally saw other species that had what she never could on her own.

 

Both hands stopped stroking his dick. For several long seconds there was only the hot shower water running over his body, and the only thing still stimulating his oh so very sensitive, soon-cumming cock. When she next spoke into his mind, he almost mentally jerked back in disbelief.

 

Chara's thought 'voice' was always heavy with authority. She had a commanding tone that became more childishly girlish the more sadistic she became. There was never any uncertainty, and rarely any hesitation in the way she spoke. This time, right now,  it sounded as if a little scared girl was talking to an adult. He froze as Chara seemed to look up at him in his own mind, her voice full of hesitation and equal amounts of doubt and hesitation saying 'Really? You really like it?'

 

Feeling lost, it was all he could do to say yes. The moment he did, her consciousness surged up against his, as if she was inspecting every part of his being. 'Really?' she asked. 'You really like it when you play with your cock?' He felt her tighten his hands around his cock almost painfully, as if she was hoping for something with all her heart, and threatening him if he said otherwise.

 

He felt scared for his manhood now, and bewildered as he was by how she was acting he quickly responded with agreement yet again. 'Yes Chara, I really like playing with my cock." The pressure on his cock stopped, and a moment later Chara resumed wanking him, not too fast, but -very- hard, and beside himself, he moaned in appreciation, feeling the urge to cum quickly returning. He couldn't lie to her, and she knew he couldn't lie to her, yet it felt like she still doubted her. The presence in his mind smothered against his, and it felt like she was trying to rip a thought of his head that was contradicting everything else he was saying. He felt a shiver of apprehension run through him, but let it go like the rest of his conflicted feelings

 

His hands kept stroking up and down his cock, and he shivered with delight as he felt the cum in his balls churning, aching to be let out. He began to open his mouth and speak again, when Chara cut him off. 'Fine, I believe you' she said. Her tone became firmer again, closer to how it normally was. At the same time, he felt something strange coming from her. He could sometimes feel a little of her emotions here and there, but this wasn't like any of the others. No hostility or disgust... it felt pink, warm.

 

He felt her presence in his mind contract, move further away. Then it seemed to spread out, to wrap all around his. That strange emotion came flooding through now, and he was overwhelmed, STUNNED, when he realized it felt like affection. That couldn't be possible, could it? Whether Chara noticed it or not, she didn't seem to care. He didn't get to ask either, as her mental presence wrapped around his, a strangle umbrella-like embrace.

 

There was a surge of a feeling of approval, and then he felt her somehow -move-, over towards his ear. When she spoke, it was as she was talking into it, and he heard her more as if it had been seductively moaned into his ear, then voiced straight into his mind. "Naughty slave." If she had lips, she made the mental sound of slowly, sensually licking them. Her handjob turned into a vicious blur of hard, milking fist-stroking, that made him cry out in bliss.

 

He was -so- close to cumming, when she finally said "If you like it when you play with your cock, do you like it when -I- play with your cock?"

 

He found he didn't need to speak. In the next moment he felt as if she nodded to herself. Intimate in a way he couldn't know, she leaned into him. He could feel her presence sinking into his. It slid deep through him, through his entire mind and body. There was a blossoming of sensation in his ear, along with the rushing of blood. He let out a whimper as he felt his cum surge up from inside him and from his balls. Both hands STOPPED stroking his cock, -just- as he was about to orgasm. The slightest little movement would all he needed, all it would take. He throbbed, pulsated, twitched. The slightest movement, and he could cum, and cum, and CUM.

 

There were no ways to describe it, but somehow Chara kissed him. Suddenly, it felt like she had let go of any control she had of his arms and hands. She read his answer from his mind itself, and whispering straight into his thoughts, she said 'Do it, CUM FOR ME.'

 

 

Neither of them knew who moved. Neither of them knew who was responsible for that last, tiny little bit of stimulation. As the world turned white, neither of them cared. They were cumming together, and for now that was all that mattered. As he cried out her name he shot his thick hot cum all over the wall. So much, more than he'd ever cum before. His cock pulsated and contracted violently in his hands, jetting stream after stream of thick, gooey white semen for the both of them.

 

He came, and he came, and he came, and she felt every bit of it for her own. For Chara, everything happened in deliciously excruciating slow motion. Every fiber of her being paid attention to one thing, and was overwhelmed by the pleasure her slave could experience. She didn't feel envious of it, and she didn't hate him for it. For now, she simply enjoyed it with him, only slightly aware that she was unable to help herself as well. Nothing could have prepared her for this, and she knew that this was something she would want, MANY more times.

 

Later, when he was collapsed against the wall, spent, his cock soft and satisfied, only when they began to cover from the heavenly bliss of orgasm did an unusual thrill run through Chara. She regarded her slave, who was now unconscious in his own mind, and inwardly smiled at him with affection. As she slowly resumed and finished the shower, she realized she didn't know how she was going to treat him tomorrow or in the days to come. After she dried off his body, she looked at his face in the mirror, then bent his head to look at his cock. She smiled as she made it twitch. 'Naughty slave,' she whispered. 'You didn't even give me the chance to do it for you.'

 

As she moved his body into bed, she decided to leave the decision to punish or reward him for another day as well.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And wow.. I did not expect to write that much at all. I thought I was going to do only a few paragraphs... not... all -that-. There is -so- much more to write too, eek. Like, that was only the first scene, out of a whole series of related dreams. Some of them got pretty kinky and /d/ too, with all the alien technology involved. I think at one point there was even some vore too >///<

 

But ahh, that's all I can do for now anyway. I will have to see if I can do more another time. I'll try to stick to pastebin or another text site thingy as well... that's way too many walls of text posts. Need to take another break, do some things, cool down, then get back to photoshops and replying to other posts later <3