dreams

//dreams

//Marble milk withdrawal
rich, creamy milk flowing across your parched lips. A full-body shiver winds through you as the first drop finally reaches your trembling tongue, and you swallow greedily, unable to wait any longer. A fleeting flash of heat blossoms in your gut as it dribbles down your throat, but it's not enough to satisfy your needs. You're still cold, still too weak to do anything but groan beneath the heavy ache that pins your [legs] to the ground, and your dry, parted mouth can't find the words to show your gratitude when one of Marble's rough hands gently lifts your head up to her breast.

The earthy scent of the farm envelops you as you shudder into her warmth, and you're glad to be home. A tiny sigh slips out of you as her fingers stroke your [if (hashair) {[hairshort]|scalp}], and that's all the invitation she needs to press her nipple between your lips. Not a thought passes through your mind before you take it into your mouth, suckling effortlessly and relaxing in the comfort of her touch.

Blissful heat trickles onto your tongue as her milk starts to flow, and the long-awaited taste settles deep in your [if (isgoo) {core|bones}], giving you strength you didn't know you had. You gulp down great mouthfuls as her voice whispers in your ear, low and sweet, but even though you can't quite make out the words through the hazy blanket wrapped around your mind, you know each one is bursting with love. How could they not be? Marble alone gives you this pleasure, and you nestle into her as all your troubles fade away beneath the warm, creamy delight filling your belly.

You swallow, shivering as it flows through you and caresses your body in the way only Marble can. You're hers, and even though you already knew that, the realization makes you squirm with excitement as her hand traces down your [skindesc] until it graces your [genitalsdetail] with her touch. She doesn't mind the needy thrust of your hips against her palm, and your moans vanish into her breast when her fingers [if (hascock) {wrap around your length|[if (hasvagina) {dip between your folds|rest against your rim}]}]. They're gentle, yet understand you better than you know yourself, and it feels like barely a moment has passed before she[if (hascock) {'s stroking you at a pace| finds a spot}] that knocks your breath away. The steady drip of her milk rings in your ears as your desires build higher, and everything starts to blur into a heavenly white as your peak races closer with every [if (hascock) {pump|thrust}] of her hand. You need it, even more than your own [if (low corruption) {duties|ambitions}], but any doubts melt away to the soft embrace of Marble's voice.

You awake with a start, your arms trembling and your mouth dry as you glance over at the walls of your [cabin]. It's hard to piece together the fleeting memories of your dream, and you're uncomfortably aware [if (isgoo) {that your slime is stickier than usual|of the sweat coating your [skinshort]}] as you toss and turn in your [bed].

Yet no matter how long you try to fall asleep, those thoughts about heading back to the farm won't leave you alone.


//mind kitsunes
laughter in your ears and the gentle caress of soft fur against your [if (hasfur) {own|[skindesc]}]. It coils around your wrists, beckoning you to follow, but you're not alarmed. Why would you be? The fluff knows what's best for you, after all, and you reach out with an eager hand, shuddering with delight as your fingers wrap around its warmth. Even that brief touch feels like a reward [if (low corruption) {you don't deserve|worthy of all you've done}] when you squeeze tighter and let the tail flow through your grip.

The sensation ripples through you, tingling up your arm before it envelops your mind in a content, fuzzy embrace. Your camp, your quest, and all your worries fade away beneath the softness of countless tails squirming against your sides, and soon your head rolls back as your entire existence becomes little more than writhing fluff.

[say: Welcome back,] says the wind, its voice light in your ear. [say: We've been waiting for you.]

Your eyes open at the sound, squinting in the scant morning light of the forest's deepest reaches. The lush grass at your back has nothing on the silky fur brushing [if (isgenderless) {across your bare groin|tantalizingly close to your [cockorvag], and even the thought of [if (isgenderless) {being able to feel|feeling}] it against you in earnest teases out a shaky breath. Warm fingers press down on your arms and hold you still, not willing to let you get away.

You blink, and she's beside you. Her ears perk up in recognition as you slip further into the deep, hypnotic green of her eyes, but the soft tickle of a tail between your thighs is enough to know you made the right choice. This is the life you deserve--one without danger, duties, or demons--and it's all the more reassuring when she smiles and leans in, her long, golden strands dangling down to your chest. Her lips hang delightfully close, each breath wavering across your [skindesc], though you can't seem to find the strength to claim them yourself.

The cool scent of wintergreen washes over you as she crawls forward, and your [if (isgoo) {body throbs|heart races}] with excitement when she dips low enough for you to find out she tastes of it, too. And though the first kiss might have been sweet and innocent, the next one delves deeper as she slips inside, flooding your senses with an intoxicating rush. You need more, and she obliges, her tongue finding your own as you yield further to her touch with every twitch of her tail. The constant pressure of her weight vanishes with a tingly nibble on your lower lip, and by the time your eyes open in surprise, all that's left is the gentle fluttering of ice-blue flames in the breeze.

[say: We missed you.]

You glance up, and she's behind you. The fiery-red of her hair burns even brighter in the sunlight, and her smile widens when you catch her eyes. Promises of your most [if (low corruption) {secretive|depraved}] fantasies shimmer beneath the surface, demanding little more than for you to stay. She doesn't ask, though, and she doesn't let you answer, one finger settling atop your lips in an unspoken request.

Maybe that's for the best. Any words would ruin the moment, and a content sigh says all you need to say as you rest in her lap, her bare skin warm against your neck. Soft fingers [if (hashair) {wind through your [hair]|dance across your scalp}], but they're all but forgotten when four even softer tails tease across your arm and wrap you in her fluff. Holding you down, you suppose, but any thoughts of leaving your new home seem so foreign that you can't fathom why she'd bother. The two of you belong together, and as you lean back into her to admire the wisps flickering above, you hit the ground with a start.

[say: We're just getting started.]

You lift your head, and she's before you. Dusk's shadows play across her pale flesh and vanish into the inky depths of her hair as she [if (isnaga) {straddles your tail|kneels [if (isgoo) {in your slimy base|between your legs}]}]. The only color resides in the brilliant green of her eyes, and you can follow their every motion as her gaze falls from your own all the way down to [if (isgenderless) {curiously empty patch of [skindesc] between your thighs|your [cockorvag]]}.

It's so hard to think with all the fluff coating your mind that you're relieved when your head seems to nod [if (low corruption) {of its own accord|before you can do it yourself}]. You've earned this moment, after all, and as much as you'd like to [if (low corruption) {enjoy your fortune|bask in your glory}] a little while longer, a flash of blue fire draws you back to the present. The faint glow is barely enough to make out her motions, no matter how much you try, so you settle for lying back and letting yourself rest in the cool grass, anticipation blooming in your stomach as the promise of her touch dips closer.

You suck in a sharp breath of surprise when an icy chill traces up your thigh, leaving your [skinshort] tingling in its wake. And while that reaction earns you a hushed giggle, all your momentary [if (low corruption) {embarrassment|annoyance}] fades away to the heat washing over every inch of you, not stopping until you shiver in the evening air. Her smirk shines in the darkness as the warmth trickles down your body and pools in your gut.

Your [if (hascock) {pulsing shaft stands as|[if (hasvagina) {flushed folds glisten|entire body shakes}] with}] proof of your desire, and the gentle shift of the air as her lips draw near is almost more than you can take.

[say: Won't you stay with us?]