Sensual Sylvia Somnolence

//Requires >=75 dominance (or 90? dunno)
//For context, all dreams start with "You have trouble relaxing as your mind wanders, dreaming of" or "You barely rest, spending most of the time touching yourself and dreaming of" depending on lust.

a pair of piercing violet eyes. They stare at you, unblinking, as you writhe beneath their gaze. It's too dark to make out any more of the face than that, but your imagination does more than enough to fill in the gaps. You can sense the almost predatory intent there, but for some reason, you feel no desire to run away.

You shudder and almost shrink back when you feel a set of hands contact the [skindesc] of your stomach, but a second pair clasps your cheeks, holding your head firmly in place. You're forced to hold eye-contact as the lower pair slowly slips down, trailing along your body. Your [skinshort] seem[s] much more sensitive than usual, leaving you to shudder as the cold chitin does what it pleases.

And as the fingers meet their target, you let out a long, low moan. They stay in place there, simply holding firmly against your [genitals], until their chill begins to spread all throughout your body. The eyes continue to bore through you, enrapturing you, driving all thought from your mind. Those pitch-black sclerae are strangely beautiful, even as they hold you in terror. It's just as you feel yourself submit completely to their whim that the fingers start to move.

They gently, lovingly caress you. Their touch is light enough that you crave more, yet this only makes it all the better when they finally take pity on you and drift to where you need them. They stroke, and tease, and pleasure you, as if they know exactly where to go to keep you on the cusp. And as one starts to trace a lazy line around your [if (hascock) {glans|[if (hasvagina) {clit|rim}]}], you feel a tingling build up in your loins, one that blossoms forth into a full-fledged orgasm.

You [if (hascock || hasvagina) {stain the hands with your [if (hascock) {cum|juices}] as they continue to work you, mercilessly taking every bit you've got|clench around the fingers as they continue to work you, making you wish you had some proper outlet for your lust}]. The eyes goad you onward as you climax, those two violet pits seeming to delight in the control they have over you. You're a plaything to them, a toy to be used however they please, but there's something in their depths that makes you want that. Something that makes you feel [b:loved] in a way nothing else could.

You wake up with a shiver, your breathing rough and sweat covering your body. You can't quite remember the dream, only a lingering scent that reminds you of someone, though you don't know whom...