The moon and stars gave light to the dark night. They were so close to my sight that I feel I could reach them with just a stretch of an arm. I breathed in. And then I felt the cold beads of midnight dew touched my pale skin that gave me chills.
The night was so serene. I could only hear the birds chirping and grass rustling in the wind. And then all of a sudden, silence came in. In an instant, I could no longer hear anything. Not a single sound. I held my breath. Then I heard the grass rustled again. But not because of the wind, this time, it was because a pair of feet was approaching.
I felt so weak. I needed someone to give me strength. I was sure that the pair of feet was hers. It belonged to the girl I knew could give me enough strength I needed.
I was about to sit up from lying down the cold grass when soft lips touched mine, making my eyes shut, stopping my head from moving. By the way the lips felt against mine, I could tell that it was a girl’s. She kissed me and her face was upturned against mine. I was taken aback for a moment. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t think of anything anymore but the sensation the touch of her lips was giving me. I had kissed many girls before, but this…this is different. This sensation…it was making me feel odd. I wasn’t supposed to feel this way.
Slowly, I opened my eyes as she pulled her face away from me. Then she stared at me and so, I stared back. I got to take a look at her eyes—they were deep-set, soulful, and they possess the color of an ocean. I could tell that she was my complete opposite. I had dead eyes. She was alive and I was not.
I blinked, cutting the stare, but when I opened my eyes again, she was still staring.
Déjà vu. This happened before. This very scene was so familiar. I was so sure that this already happened. Really.
She lay down on the grass beside me. Her face was so innocent and she had this waist-length red hair. She laid a finger on my neck down to my chest which made me shiver. Slowly, she leaned towards me. Her cold hand squeezed mine.
I stared as the moonlight struck her face. I looked at her eyes intently. She stared back. For a moment, we were just staring at each other. And what made me feel the smile was the fact that she was returning the intensity of my stare.
Her innocent face made me want to take her into my arms. And so, I did. I held her waist and pulled her close to me—her face against mine, her chest pressed to mine, our toes intertwined. It was her body against my body, her skin against my skin. And for that, I couldn’t breathe.
I had never felt this way before. Having her so close feels as though we’ve created our own personal space and nothing from outside our world can make its way in, and nothing from inside our world can make its way out.
She buried her face onto my neck and then slowly planted small kisses from my neckline up to my jaw. She rolled over me, wanting to be on top of me. But I didn’t want it to be that way so I rolled over her, making her lay at her back again. Sniffing her neck, I could smell her sweet essence that turned me on. I bit her ear with my lips as I brushed her soft and curly red hair so smoothly. Slowly, I moved down her waist while tracing the every outline of her body with a brush of my lips. I bit the side of her underwear and removed it down very slowly, looking immensely at her. She moaned softly. And that felt like a music in my ears.
Being stubborn, she made me lay on my back again. She really wanted to be on top so I let her be this time. She pressed her soft pink lips against mine, kissing me passionately. I could feel her heart beating fast. She ended the kiss, grasping for air. And then she moved her hands from my chest down to my belly button. Her finger was circling around it as she positioned herself on top of my manhood. Slowly, I could feel her flesh wrapping around it, embracing it wholeheartedly. Beautiful girl, on top of me, letting my manhood invade her property.
I smirked as I watched her dance passionately.
I will be strong again, I thought.
The view was so inviting. I couldn’t help but dance with her. And together, we danced to the rhythm that only us could hear, only us could enjoy.
Despite the fact that I couldn’t enter the gates of heaven, I felt my wings spread out. I held the hand of the girl dancing on top of me, and together, we flew. And we both reached heaven like a shot.
She let out a sound of pleasure against my lips. And that I found very sexy. No one ever did that to me before. That was what made this girl so special to me. I hoped to find her dream again next time so I could enter it again—enter her again.
I looked at her and she was looking back. I could see in her eyes that she wanted to say something but thinking twice.
“I know what you are,” she said with plain face.
When I was about to ask what it was she was talking about, a muffled voice of a man echoed in the open field.
“Cale, wake up,” the voice had said.
The girl looked me in the eyes. “It’s my father. He’s waking me up,” she said. “I hope you enjoy the strength I just gave you. Thank you for entering my dream.” She gave me a peck on the lips. “This is the first time I ever had sex with an Incubus and I am aware.”
My eyes widen. “How did that happen?” I said with my deep voice. “Why are you aware?”
She smirked. “Perks of being a lucid dreamer.”
And then an eye-blindingly bright light suck her out of the dream world.
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