The Wax Pools

Chapter 9: Dirty Dreams

Smutty content ahead my dears, not that it isn't exactly what you're here for lmao
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My surroundings are hazy, blurred. It's dark and warm.

The only thing I can make out clearly is the set of strong arms wrapped around me, holding me up, and a mess of blond hair buried into my nether regions, my leg hooked over his shoulder. Pleasure radiates out of me like heat from the sun, filling me and oozing out in the form of moans. I run a hand through the pretty golden hair and use the other to search out the person behind me, squeezing his shoulder tight when I find it.

A tongue is swirling around my clit, lapping at me, gods it feels so good. The arms holding me up are gently massaging my breasts, occasionally lightly pinching and rolling my nipples. I throw my head back against the mystery shoulder. The pleasure is overwhelming, I've never felt like this before. There are kisses being pressed along my neck and shoulder fuck that's amazing.

These people feel so familiar and comforting, and the feeling of being licked like this, gentle and tender, but at the same time hungry...

There's a familiar building sensation growing with every second in my abdomen, I'm so close to exploding.

With a whimper the lapping and gentle sucking become more intense, causing me to gasp and squirm. The body supporting me grips my hips to hold me still, and a hard bite is delivered right where my neck meets my shoulder. The person below me inserts two fingers suddenly into me and begins to thrust and curl his fingers, hitting just the right spot. That's my tipping point, my hands grip tight and my toes curl, as I start to release, I wake up.

I bolt upright with a gasp, what the fuck. Blinking rapidly, not fully back in reality I look around me, I'm not being aggressively eaten out, no I'm in a tent alone, sunlight just beginning to shine through the thin fabric walls.

I know I haven't touched myself in a few days but really? Am I really so horny that I had a sex dream? Or even worse... my hand trails down to my vulva. Fuck, I'm so swollen and absolutely soaked, like I didn't think it was possible to be this wet. I had a wet dream.

I need to deal with this, but can I? I don't want to risk them, walking in or hearing me, at the same time I don't want to be this desperately horny around them. I don't want to end up being all desperate and begging for something I'm not ready for.

Hah, not ready.

I've been ready to lose my virginity for years, and maybe if I had known a decent man I would have already, but I hadn't really known anyone like that, even as a friend really. I am more than ready to take one of them to bed, but we haven't really talked about it and they haven't even made any advances... maybe they're not interested in me like that. They seem close, maybe they satisfy each other well enough.

I sigh out loud, I can hear shuffling far enough away that I feel safe pleasuring myself. I lay back down and let my hand wander under my waistband, my mind drifts to my dream, replaying it in my head as I touch myself, fuck I won't last long at all. My mind wanders from the dream to other potentials, Gods the things they could do to me. I think of myself as a private and self-sufficient person, but all that went out the window when Adam saw me that day in the woods, if I had known- if we had known then, I wonder if he would have helped me out. Just pinned me against a tree and-

Fuck now it's going to smell like sex in here. Not my brightest move.

I don't remember coming to bed last night, and I'm still in my clothes from yesterday so I must have fallen asleep by the fire and one of them carried me to bed. A feeling of warmth floods my chest as I picture it. I'm in a nest of two blankets, I wonder if they slept in here with me? I mean where else would they have? I feel my now sensitive parts awaken a bit at the thought of being sandwiched between these two beautiful men, how am I still horny???

No clothes in the tent, guess I'm wearing this still. I undo the tent flap and step into the bright morning.

"Good morning beautiful" a voice calls, I blink in the early morning light. Bear is readying the horses as Adam washes his face in the stream, oooh good idea.

"morning" I reply as I walk over and keel next to Adam by the water, bending over I cup some water in my hands and bring it to my face. It's wonderfully cool and refreshing. There is a slight chill in the air, which takes my mind back to our encounter yesterday.

"what was that thing yesterday?" I ask quietly, glancing at Adam who I find is watching me intently. His face twitches before he answers.

"Something that is not supposed to exist anymore, something that hasn't existed since centuries before the Last War." He pauses, gauging my reaction. "They call it a Drude, it was once a person. A witch actually. When a witch or someone of witchblood is cursed, they become a Drude. They lose all humanity and become a beast of the forest."

Adam stands and extends a hand to help me up, I take it without hesitation and he pulls me to my feet. I frown, witches still exist obviously, but they are nothing but heathenists who practice outside the temple. People of witchblood have not been known to exist since the ending of the Last War. I have heard tales of Drudes in scary stories, but that was all they were supposed to be, what's next, a morbach beast?