Fated to be Together

Chapter 1: Free Day - Wet Dream

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*This story is for DamiRae Smut Week. It will follow the prompt list. This story was also inspired by 'Injustice' the video game.

Please enjoy!

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Chapter 1

Free day - Wet Dream

It was wet.

Wet and warm.

Even though she couldn't touch it with her hands, Raven knew it was.

The liquid, which was released when his fingers slowly sunk in, slid down her thighs to the sheets under her. And when his fingers exited it to simply hold it, the liquid still dripped.

She moaned.

The warm liquid grew hotter against her skin.

She twisted her hips and kicked against the bed, trying to avoid the liquid that dripped from the sponge in his hands.

"Just enjoy it." He said, releasing more of the liquid. "This is the normal process."

Normal? Process?

She didn't have a clue about what he was referring to. But she didn't think that being pinned down every night by a stranger, who covered her body with warm liquid, was normal.

Yet when were her dreams ever normal?

But another important question came to mind: why did the same dream keep occurring?

Were these dreams caused by her new late-night eating habits? Or a warning of a possible future?

If it was the latter, she wondered when it would happen and who would be the man that committed iniquitous actions against her.

She didn't know if she should be frightened or eager to find out.

"I think that should be enough."

The stranger with bright green eyes observed her as he tossed the sponge over his shoulder.

She blushed from the image that she saw in his iris. Her pale skin had a pink tint on her naked body, which was a contrast to the dark sheet underneath her. Her hair, both on her head and down below, was disheveled: one from struggling against him and the other from the warm liquid that was released from the sponge.

Her nipples were erect and hard, like candy sitting on top of ice cream. And her lips were swollen, wet, and red from the feverish kisses that he placed on them earlier.

He licked his lips.

"The process completed. Finding and claiming you is the last step. "

Confusion marred the two hemispheres inside of her brain. Yet before she could inquire about his statement, he bent down and brushed his lips against hers, barely applying pressure. His tongue snaked past her lips and glided along the roof of her mouth before mingling with her tongue.