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AntitheSIS - Deleted scene!

So since I'm going to be removing all but the first 3 chapters of this story and switching it over to Kindle VELLA (come support over there if you can!) I decided to throw up this deleted scene for those of you who have been reading!

This will have slotted in right after the 4th chapter, and was supposed to be the first time Lyx and Nyssa got together, but I exchanged it for the car scene instead.

It's entirely unedited so forgive the mistakes, but enjoy!!!

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    I'm not sure how it began, or if it was even happening at all.

    It feels like a fevered dream. One I wish lasted for an entire lifetime. But I'll be devastated if it really is just a dream, because that means this isn't real.

    Im pretty sure I was dreaming, at least at first. I dreamt of Alyx, holding me in bed, the same way she was when we both fell asleep. Except I was having an out of body experience, watching the two of us laying in my bed from a vantage point of a few feet above.

    I remember thinking how good we looked spooning. Side by side, our extreme differences combined to display a full spectrum of aesthetically pleasing traits.

I watched Alyx from above as she lightly snored into my hair. At the same time, I felt her breath against the top of my head and could hear her snores in my right ear. It was weird. Like phantom sensations of what I was witnessing.

 Then Alyx moves. She was still very clearly asleep, but the arm she had run longways under our pillows and beneath my head, tenses. Her fist clenches, then relaxes.

    At first I assumed it was a nightmare.

    Which is a very fair assumption, mind you, since we both still looked like we had just stepped out of a Michael Meyers flick. I mean, it was only a few hours ago that Alyx was curb stomping someone. The fucking monster that had tried to have his way with me, was not knocking on deaths door. It was gruesome, and I count myself lucky that Alyx's arms are there to stave off my own night terrors, this time.

    I feel the flexing of her fist and arm against the side of my head, although it's buffered by the pillow between us.

    Then it happens.

   I hope it's happening, anyway.

    I watch from my floaty point of view, as Alyx's hips do a slow roll into my ass. I actually feel her against me, and within an instant, a fire has caught between my legs.

    When she lets out a low, sleep-heavy moan, I turn into a fucking fountain. Arousal gushes from me like I've never even known was possible.

I reach down to touch myself, to check and see if that's what was actually happening to me. I find that I have no hands, no body, just eyeballs...I guess.

But I feel it all.

     I don't make a conscious decision to do so, but when Alyx rolls her hips forward again, I watch my own body respond by pushing back into her with the firm curve of my backside.

  Sweet baby Jesus in a manger...Oh shit. Oh shit.

Of course all my dreams are coming true and I'm stuck in a fucking non corporeal state of being. This is such bullshit. If it's not a dream.

Hell even if it is! I'd like to be IN my body if Alyxis is going to be grinding against it. Please?!?

    We are both still so asleep, but have somehow picked up a rhythm of Alyx dry fucking me from behind. Her low and enticing moans join with my whimpers of need, and it's overwhelming me. We look and sound so good together. And I'm feeling every bit of horny desperation that Lyx is drumming up in my unconscious body.