Chapter 6: The Things We Dream

It was the smell of sausage and coffee that woke Ingrid. Her face was buried in pillows and the blankets had slipped off of her legs. The door of the bedroom opened, followed by footsteps over toward her side of the bed. The soft clink of ceramic against her nightstand made her turn her head to see what was going on. A plate of food with breakfast had been set down next to a ceramic mug with a pair of children’s handprints on it.

“Happy Mother’s day.” Mike adjusted the blankets which were gathered on Ingrid’s side of the bed and then rubbed her lower back, causing her to stretch. “How did you sleep?”

Ingrid yawned and stretched. “Like the dead,” she muttered. Something felt off this morning, but she couldn’t quite place her finger on it. “What time is it?”

“After ten,” Mike replied. He folded the blankets away from her and leaned down to work his fingers into the tender muscles of her back, pushing her sleep shirt up to expose her skin. “Aurora has the kids this morning, so I figured I would spoil you a bit.”

“Mmm. I like being spoiled.” Ingrid closed her eyes again, taking in the scent of breakfast once again as Mike’s fingers undid some of the knots just above her hips. “So what’s for breakfast?” she asked.

“Some of your favorites,” he replied. “Sausage, eggs, sunny side up, and sourdough toast to dip into the yolk.”

“Did you eat with the kids?” she asked. What were their names again? Her mind tried to grab onto the information, but it slipped away.

“Just a light snack,” he said. “I’ve got something else in mind.” Mike crawled onto the bed and tugged at the fabric of her panties. She lifted her hips, allowing them to come free.

“Yes, please,” she whispered as he rubbed her ass and the back of her thighs. He worked his way down her legs, the massage causing her to inexplicably tune out. By the time he was working his way back up, it felt like no time had passed at all. He grabbed her by the hips and lifted her back into an arch. Mike slid his arms beneath her waist and around her thighs, allowing her to rest her hips on his forearms.

“Hmmm! My breakfast is ready,” he declared, burying his face in her crotch. Ingrid groaned as he ate her out from behind, his tongue playfully teasing her clit before dipping deep inside of her. Her hands clutched at the sheets as she bit the pillow, pressing herself back against him.

When Mike squeezed, she was unable to escape his mouth. She moaned and writhed on the bed, hesitant at first out of fear of the kids hearing until she remembered the kids weren’t home. It was so nice of Aurora to take the kids for the morning. She really was the best friend a mother could have.

Ingrid briefly tried to remember where the two of them had met but gave up when Mike did something with his tongue that had her eyes rolling. It had been weeks since they’d had the opportunity to properly enjoy their time like this. Usually it was something quick after everyone else had gone to bed or before the household woke.

Her hips bucked of their own accord, and a tiny, barely there orgasm radiated through her nerves and up her spine. She groaned in frustration when Mike pulled his tongue out of her pussy.

“More, please,” she begged.

“I’ve got something bigger,” he suggested. “But only if you want it.”

“I want that dick,” she said as he crawled over her body. Ingrid could feel the head of his cock bouncing off of her thighs as he moved into position. “I want it so bad.”

“Tell me how bad you want it.” He sat up and she felt the head of his cock press against her labia. She arched her back and tried to back into him, but it didn’t work.

“I need it,” she said. “I want to feel you throbbing inside me, to lose control on your cock and—”

She choked on that last word as he pushed forward, easing himself inside of her. Her lower back spasmed as she felt the pressure of his member stretching her wide. Ingrid whimpered into the pillow and bit it again, the cotton threads fraying between her teeth.

“That’s it, keep breathing,” Mike said as he continued to press forward. “It’s been awhile, hasn’t it? I need to get you nice and relaxed before we stretch you out.”

She whimpered again, then braced herself against the headboard with one hand to hold her body in place. Mike’s cock slid forward some more, and her vagina spasmed, then clamped down to hold it in place.

“Wow. You’re so tight today,” he muttered.

Ingrid couldn’t reply. She was busy gasping for air as he filled her insides. He was a patient lover and kept rubbing her back and hips while he waited to move forward again.

Eventually, the head of Mike’s cock pressed against her womb. The pressure of it made her feel light-headed. She reached down with her free hand and gently tugged at the top of her labia, her clitoris still sensitive from the earlier orgasm. Time was all she needed now as warm pulses radiated out from her crotch and down her legs. When they fucked like this, it felt like her whole lower half was one giant nerve ending.

Ingrid’s fingers were soon slick with her own fluids, and she rubbed the tip of her exposed clitoris with her thumb. Her whole core tightened up and she let out a scream when she came.

“I love watching you come,” Mike told her, his hands holding her hips in place to keep her from sliding off. She heard him spit on his hand, then felt his thumb teasing the edge of her asshole.

“Oh god,” she cried out, her vagina firmly clamping down on his cock. She wasn’t sure if she came again or if he had somehow extended the current orgasm, but that little touch had been enough for her to lose control. Ingrid went limp on the bed, her lower half spasming. Mike continued to tease her, then leaned forward to make sure that they stayed together.

“That’s it,” he whispered, then playfully swatted her ass. “Keep going. Get yourself nice and wet for me.”

By the time her hips stopped bucking, she was out of breath. Gasping for air, she tried to lift her butt, to feel him pressing against her, anything. She needed him, wanted to feel the heat of his body inside of hers. It had been so long since they’d been alone together that—

Wait. When did they get married?

In that moment of distraction, Mike thrust himself forward. Ingrid cried out in pleasure as her insides gripped him tight. He grunted, moving slow at first. She could feel that building pressure in her stomach, her abs already sore from the orgasm that had just ripped through her.

“Fuck me,” she whispered. “Harder.”

“I might hurt you,” he said.

“You won’t.” Her husband could never hurt her. They were meant for one another. “Do it.”

“What was that?” Mike leaned forward and she felt him gather her hair into a temporary ponytail. She braced her arm against the headboard and trembled.

“I told you to fuck me.” She growled when she spoke. “I need to feel your hot cum inside of me!”

He replied with actions instead of words. A sensation of fullness in her hips was followed by a rough thrust forward as he pulled on her hair, which yanked her head back. Ingrid cried out, one hand slapping against the headboard so hard that a picture on the wall fell. The other hand frantically rubbed at her clit as Mike took her from behind.

Her mind melted, her thoughts falling apart as she gave in to her body. Pinned beneath her husband, all she could do was cry out, scream, and occasionally bite the sheets as her groin alternated between intense pleasure and sweet agony. The other moms joked about getting their guts rearranged, but they could never know the truth of it, how your entire world became that hot, barely contained rhythm buried deep inside your belly that made it feel like you would explode.

Ingrid came. She lost her breath, too busy screaming to remember to inhale. She came again. Her neck hurt, but she didn’t even care. She would give everything to this man, just as long as he would keep fucking her.

Keep loving her. Forever.

And so she came again.

Mike moaned, then let out a yell as his cock jerked inside of her. Ingrid called his name, begging him to fill her up. After he did, he fell down limp on top, pinning her firmly in place. Ingrid cried, but they were tears of unrestrained joy.

She needed to remember to buy Aurora a fruit basket or something.

It took some time, but Mike’s cock softened enough that he finally fell out. This was followed by a deluge of cum that immediately soaked the sheets.

“Can we ... can you...?”

“Go again?” Mike chuckled. “Aurora will be back soon, I’m afraid.”

“Damn.” Ingrid sighed. “I love you.”

“I know.”

She couldn’t help but grin. Her husband was such a nerd with his Star Wars references. “I’m hungry,” she told him. “Should we eat before the kids are back?”

“Yeah.” He kissed her shoulder and climbed off of her. “I can go make something right now, actually. What do you want?”

“Everything,” she replied, seeing him out of the corner of her eye. It felt like she was forgetting something. Hadn’t Mike brought her breakfast already? From where she was, she could clearly see that the nightstand was empty. Maybe she had been dreaming.

“You’ve got it.” Mike pulled on a pair of slacks and headed for the door. “See you downstairs.”

After he left, Ingrid continued to lay there, one hand fondling her groin as fluid continued to leak out. She was sore down there, the good kind. Wincing, she rolled over and sat up, rubbing at her lower stomach.

“That man does things to me,” she whispered with a smile, then noticed the picture that had fallen off the wall. When she picked it up, the image was blurry.

“Hmm.” She rubbed at her eyes and tossed the picture onto the bed. Her husband had officially fucked her so hard that her eyes didn’t quite focus.

She found her panties and bunched them between her legs to keep from dropping spooge on the floor to the bathroom. After she peed, she tossed her underwear into the hamper.

She heard the front doorbell ring.

Expecting Mike to get it, she was surprised when it rang again. This was followed by a knock.

“Mike?” she called, but there was no answer. Grumbling to herself, she went into the closet and found a silk robe to wear. Ingrid shuffled through the old Victorian manor to the stairs. Whoever was at the door was insistent, alternating between ringing and knocking to some vaguely familiar song.

“Hold on, I’m coming. I said, I’m coming!” she shouted as she undid the deadbolt and opened the door to reveal a grown woman with black and red hair in a girl scout uniform.

“Yeah you were,” said Lily with a smirk. She looked past Ingrid into the house. “Nice place.”

“Lily!” Ingrid tightened the obi on her robe and took a step back in shock. Suspecting what had just occurred, she held up her left hand and saw that there wasn’t any sort of wedding band. She also had an extra pinky. The world came into a strange sort of clarity as her theory was confirmed. “This ... is a dream!”

“A wet one, if we’re using labels.” Lily stepped into the house. “Now that you’re finished, we can—”

“Don’t devour me!” Ingrid flattened herself against the closest wall. “I know we’re not friends, but we’re definitely not enemies!”

“Huh.” Lily crossed her arms and shook her head. “You think I came to eat you?”

“This whole thing was a sex dream,” Ingrid replied. “And you’re a succubus. Eulalie had to tell you not to kill me earlier. How do you think this looks?”

“That ... is a fair point, actually.” Lily sat down, the floor beneath her warping upward to form a chair. “For the record, you were having the sex dream before I came to get you. I just did some Dreamscape magic to ensure the juice was worth the squeeze.”

“What?” Ingrid moved to sit across from the succubus. “I don’t understand.”

“You’ve had a shit day,” Lily replied. “Far be it for me to cockblock a poor girl trying to get some orgasm therapy. Yes, I meddled with your dream to heighten the experience, but not to eat you. If I had, you would already be in my stomach, experiencing full blown nightmare therapy.”

“But I ... this...” Ingrid groaned and put her face in her hands. “This is your house, and the dream was about Mike.”

Lily chuckled. “For what it’s worth, I’m a little jealous.”

“Of what?”

“This.” Lily’s tail stretched out behind her and pulled a family photograph off the wall. She studied it with sad eyes. “Yes, you were dreaming about being married to Mike and having a normal life and a family with him, but that’s not what I’m jealous of. For at least a few minutes, you got to believe it was all real. Dreams can do that, you know.”

“I...” Ingrid frowned. “Is my dream ... what ... you want?”

Lily shrugged. “I don’t know. I met the man when I tried to kill him. We had an interesting fling. Now I’m just one of many women who hold a piece of his heart, forced to share him with so many people that I can’t help but get angry sometimes. It’s ... complicated.” She set the picture face down in her lap. “I can’t blame you for wanting some of the same things I do.”

“You’re not going to make fun of me for it?” Ingrid was suddenly wary.

“No.” The succubus sighed. “I was originally just coming in here to wake you up after your post-nut bliss. Now that I’m in your head, it’s kind of quiet. I like it.”

Ingrid blinked and shook her head. “Really?”

“We almost got blown up this morning. Dana and Dog Breath are off processing Mike’s magic stuff in a shared bedroom, Eulalie is busy doing her webmaster shit, and I’m not allowed to go home because Mike stirred up some massive trouble with the Fae.” Lily blew out a heavy breath. “The Seelie and Unseelie courts are staking the place out, but we don’t entirely know why, or whatever. If I get spotted around the house, they may start following us around, too, which would cause massive headaches.”

Ingrid nodded. “We don’t want to upset the Fae.”

“We certainly don’t.” Lily sniffed the air. “Is that coffee?”

“It’s not real,” Ingrid replied.

“Real is subjective.” Lily stood and held a hand out to help Ingrid up. “C’mon. What’s five minutes in the real world? Let’s take a day off.”

Still suspicious, Ingrid took Lily’s hand and was led into the kitchen. Mike was standing there in nothing but an apron, cooking bacon in a pan.

“Good morning, honey!” He leaned over to kiss Ingrid’s cheek. “Ah, you invited the sexy neighbor over. Hungry?”

“Always,” Lily replied, then pinched Mike’s bare ass.

“This isn’t the least bit weird for you?” asked Ingrid.

“Girl, I’ve seen some serious shit.” Lily plucked a piece of bacon directly from the pan. “This is your basic horny dream. When was the last time you got laid?”