FIC: Only a Dream
Title: Only a Dream
Author: xohxmyxjonas
Pairing: Helga Hufflepuff/Rowena Ravenclaw
Rating: R.
Prompt: #6 ; Ravenclaw casts a dream spell on Hufflepuff and drives him/her crazy with explicit dreams only to offer the cold shoulder in reality.
Warnings: Non-con, dub-con. Blood-play. Bondage. All in all, rough sex.
Summary: Rowena has always desired Helga and what better way to take her than in her dreams?
Author's Notes: This fic most definitely took on a life of its own and I hope that you enjoy.
“What kind of spell is this? What will it do to me?” Helga asked, her hands gripping the stool underneath her as Rowena looked over the spell that she had written one more time.
Rowena looked up as she finished reading, sure that the effects were going to be what she thought. “It’s going to just make you fall into a deeper sleep. You are the one who keeps asking me to brew you a potion to help you get to sleep at night. I instead chose to create a spell. I promise that you will be having a… great sleep tonight. Are you ready?”
Taking a deep breath, Helga nodded. It was not so much that she was nervous about Rowena’s spell-making abilities, after all Rowena was the smartest of them all, but more that she disliked spells being practiced on her. It was something about how often students had practiced horrible spells on her. This was her best friend, though. She didn’t feel that she would have to worry about her. “Yes. Thank you so much for doing this, Rowena. I am eternally grateful.”
Rowena smiled, looking down at her wand. “Oh, Helga. It is my pleasure.”
***
Helga was dreaming. She was mostly sure of that. There was a bit of doubt in her mind but not enough to make much of a difference. For one thing, she would never be in this position if she was not dreaming. She would never be as sexual as this. Her legs were spread, held apart by a bit of what looked to be magical rope. Her hands were bound above her and she was completely naked. After a second of feeling nothing but the cold air on her breasts and… she could not even bring herself to think the word, she jumped when she saw Rowena standing in between her spread legs, a smirk on her face. “Rowena, what are you doing in my dream?” Helga asked softly, not liking the look that was on her best friend’s face. Although Rowena was her best friend, she knew that Rowena had a mean streak, one that made her the most feared of the teachers.
“How do you know that this is a dream?” Rowena asked in a low voice, moving forward until she was pressed against Helga and Helga could feel the silky fabric of Rowena’s nightgown against her lower regions. “Maybe this is real.”
That surprised Helga for a moment before she shook her head. “No, I’m fairly certain. After all, I would never do something like this in my waking hairs. Rowena, this is positively scandalous!” Helga responded, her heart catching in her throat as Rowena pressed her fingernails into Helga’s stomach. “What are you doing, Rowena? You should really untie me.”
Rowena shook her head, this time not bothering to respond as she ran her fingernails up Helga’s chest, smirking when she felt Helga’s breathing change. This was a fun game, she decided in that second. Well worth it. “Breathe deep,” Rowena whispered, her fingers connecting with Helga’s nipple and giving the pink skin a sharp squeeze. “No scream?”
Helga was gasping for air, never having felt anything like that before. She had grown up with a mother who had told her it was a sin to touch those places. She felt that it was a sin to touch those places. The fact that she was fully naked made her heart beat fast and her cheeks go crimson. “Rowena-”
Not wanting to speak, or listen to Helga speak, Rowena pressed her fingernails into the side of Helga’s breast. When she pulled her hand away, she smiled at the white half-moons that were indented in the pale skin. Rowena smiled, her other hand pressing in between Helga’s legs. She was getting impatient. She wanted Helga to scream. She knew just how Helga would sound, having dreamt of it herself. She had tried so hard to get over her silly crush on her best friend, even resorting to seducing Salazar when he had been drunk at their last party. Nothing had worked and so Rowena had to finally take matters into her own hands. She wasn’t regretting her decision.
Helga tried to close her legs, unsure of what Rowena was even doing, but Rowena was persistent and Helga was tied up too tight to move far. Rowena smiled as she thumbed Helga’s clit, watching Helga’s eyes fall closed and her back arch. She knew that Helga was so innocent and naïve. She probably didn’t know what she was feeling, had never done this to herself. “Rowena… What are you doing?”
“Isn’t it good, Helga?” Rowena asked, tilting her head to the side as she heard a pesky sound. Shaking her head, she wondered who dared try to wake Helga. “It seems that somebody is trying to wake you up. I’ll be back. Another time, Helga.”
With that, Helga opened her eyes, breathing hard, remarkably unsurprised when she saw one of her students.
***
The next morning, Rowena cornered Helga in the dining hall, in full view of the students and the other two Heads of Houses. “So, sleep well, Helga?” Rowena asked.
Helga swallowed hard, licking her suddenly dry lips as she tried to ignore the part of her that was telling her that Rowena was smirking. Rowena could not have known that Helga had dreamed of her last night. Knowing of no other answer, Helga nodded. “Of course, Rowena. Thank you so much for the spell. It has seemed to work wonders."
Rowena’s smirk widened and she nodded. “That is very good to hear, Helga. I’m sure, sleeping so long, that you must have had some wonderful dreams. Would you care to talk about them?”
“No thank you, Rowena,” Helga said, much too quickly as her face went crimson. She could help but watch carefully as Rowena tapped one finger against her lips, her lips curving into a smile at Helga’s gaze. “I have classes to attend to.”
“Another time,” Rowena said, taking a moment to stare at Helga’s shocked face before sweeping away from her, smiling. She knew that her plan was working.
***
Helga had been hesitant to fall asleep again, staying up late reading before she had been too exhausted to turn the page again. She was nervous of dreaming about Rowena again, but she knew that she had to get some rest for classes tomorrow. After staying up so late, Helga fell asleep right away and wasn’t surprised when Rowena was waiting for her in her dream. Rowena blinked and Helga was tied again, the enchanted ropes squeezing her wrists occasionally. “Let me go, Rowena.”
Without a response, Rowena moved closer, one hand pressing against Helga’s stomach as the other ran along the inside of her thigh, pressing her legs further apart. “You are just so pretty, Helga,” Rowena murmured, pressing her fingernails into Helga’s stomach and thigh. “So, so pretty.”
“Rowena, stop,” Helga whispered, her eyes screwed tightly as Rowena dug her fingernails deeper into Helga’s skin. “Please. You’re hurting me.”
Rowena pulled back when she felt the blood on her fingers, smearing the blood on Helga’s thigh. She had never known that blood could look so good. She supposed it was only because Helga’s skin was so pale. The red of the blood was such a nice contrast. “You enjoy it, Helga. You know that you do. Stop fighting what you’re feeling. I made sure that you would love it.”
Rowena thumbed Helga’s clit, rubbing the blood around as Helga tried to think about the feelings subjectively. Yes, it stung. But, Helga was always open to new experiences, she supposed. It didn’t feel that bad. In fact, as Rowena pressed her finger harder against Helga’s clit, it might have felt almost good.
“You know that you love it. Give in, Helga. Give in.” Rowena repeated the last two words, accentuating the repeated words with a hard slide against Helga’s clit. Swiping up a bit of blood, Rowena pushed two fingers slowly inside Helga, biting her lip as she felt how tight Helga was around her fingers. She loved the feeling right now, her wet finger sliding in and out of Helga’s cunt as she heard the sounds of skin sliding against skin. Helga whimpered as the feelings slowly caught up to her. Just when Rowena was about to push Helga over the edge, she pulled away, smiling softly at her best friend. “We’ll finish this some other time, Helga.”
Helga gasped, shaking her head almost violently and pushing her bottom towards Rowena’s retreating fingers. “Please, Rowena. Please.”
Smirking, Rowena slapped Helga’s thigh, enjoying the red mark. “Another time, Helga. Sleep well.”
With that, Helga’s dream changed.
***
Helga was uncomfortably aware of Rowena’s heated gazes the next morning. Perhaps Rowena wasn’t even aware that she was looking at Helga that way, but it made Helga blush. She knew that Rowena couldn’t know how she had woken up; with a sticky mess in between her thighs and her hand pressed tightly against herself. Perhaps Rowena was doing it on purpose. No, Helga couldn’t believe that her darling best friend would do that. She had always known that Rowena had a cruel streak, but she wouldn’t do something that harmful, would she? Helga couldn’t bear to think about it.
Except… was it that harmful? Helga inwardly shook herself. Of course it was that harmful. Despite the fact that Helga had felt the pleasure, it didn’t mean that Rowena had any right to do that. Helga was thinking circles around herself. Of course Rowena hadn’t done that. It was her dreams.
“Knut for your thoughts?” Rowena asked quietly from her side, poking her with a long blue nail that Helga remembered so vividly from her dream last night. When Helga didn’t respond, just staring blankly at the nail, Rowena smiled and repeated. “Knut for your thoughts?”
Helga shook herself at that, determined to pay attention to the conversation even if it meant that she wouldn’t look at Rowena’s nails. “I’m just thinking about how deep of a sleep that I got last night. I had some… interesting dreams. I forgot about them though,” she lied, knowing that Rowena would want to hear about them.
Nodding slowly, Rowena wondered if Helga would ever admit to it. Of course, it was only the second morning. She could be patient when she really wanted to be. “I see.” And that was all she said on the subject, returning to her breakfast.
***
“Salazar, I have a question if you’re not busy.”
Salazar looked up in surprise. Normally Helga would go to Rowena with a question about anything. He wondered if there was something wrong if Helga was coming to him. “Of course. I’m never too busy for you, Helga. What is it?”
Sitting down across from him, the desk in between them, Helga rested her hands on her lap. She was wondering how to word her question without giving away too much. Friends or not, there were some things that just shouldn’t be discussed in polite company. “Have you ever heard about controlling your dreams?”
“Why, of course. It’s called lucid dreaming. I’ve practiced it myself a time or two,” Salazar responded, looking closely at Helga to try to determine why she was asking such a simple question.
Helga nodded slowly. She had heard of lucid dreaming. “But have you ever heard of… well, controlling somebody else’s dream?”
Salazar had to laugh at that, surprised by Helga’s question. “Now why would a sweet girl like you be wondering about that? Something like that just doesn’t seem to fit with you, innocent that you are.”
“Just answer the question please, Salazar. It isn’t for me. It’s for… research. I was just curious. I’ve been having some odd dreams lately and it… interested me.” Helga knew that she didn’t sound very convincing, but she couldn’t help it. She had never been very good at lying, having not had much opportunity to practice. She had never thought that lying was a good thing.
“Alright. Well, I suppose that there could be some sort of spell or potion that would enable somebody to control somebody else’s dream. We’re learning more and more that anything is possible with magic, aren’t we?” Salazar said and Helga nodded.
With nothing else to say, Helga stood up. “Thank you, Salazar. You’ve been most helpful.”
***
Helga wasn’t surprised when she was again on her back after she had fallen asleep that night. She had no clothes on and Rowena was looking at her with that smirk of hers that sent chills down Helga’s spine. Helga’s heart started pounding as she felt the heat in between her legs. She wanted so badly to hate what Rowena was doing to her, but Rowena was thorough. “You’re looking forward to it, Helga. Don’t try to deny it. I know that look on your face. I know your body too well by now.”
Knowing that she couldn’t agree, Helga didn’t respond. She winced slightly when Rowena slapped her thigh but didn’t make any other sound. Rowena shook her head at how stubborn Helga was. Whispering something that Helga couldn’t hear, Rowena dug her fingernails into Helga’s thigh, scratching a long line down her leg and watching the blood beginning to spill. Helga gasped and whimpered. “Please don’t hurt me, Rowena!”
“But you love the pain,” Rowena hissed, smearing the blood on her fingers before pushing her fingers into Helga. “You love it.”
Helga again couldn’t answer, shaking her head from side to side as Rowena pressed her thumb against Helga’s clit. She knew just what to do; she knew just the right way to twist her fingers and press her thumb to make the maximum pleasure rush through Helga’s body. Every inch of Helga’s body was humming, alive with the feelings of it all.
Tonight, Rowena kept her movements simple, bringing Helga to climax but making sure that Helga got only the little pleasure that Rowena wanted to give her. “So much more could be yours. Another time though,” Rowena said with a wink, bringing her finger up to her lips to wipe Helga’s blood and come off of her finger. “You taste so good, Helga.”
Helga’s cheeks were burning as Rowena got down to her knees and pressed her lips to the inside of Helga’s thigh. She shouldn’t have been surprised when Rowena sunk her teeth into Helga’s thigh, leaving a bright red mark and licking up the blood that was left over from the scratches. Slapping the already sensitive area, just for good measure, Rowena winked at Helga and was gone.
***
“Rowena, have you ever thought about marrying?” Helga asked, blushing when Rowena turned to look at her eyebrows raised. She could see why Rowena was so surprised. After all, it was a random topic of conversation and they hadn’t been speaking in the teacher’s lounge.
Rowena shrugged her shoulders, turning her back again to Helga. She had her new strategy. She wanted Helga begging for it. She knew that Helga couldn’t stand being ignored, sweet girl that she was. “I don’t care for relationships.”
Gritting her teeth because the ignoring was beginning to bug her, Helga shook her head. “I see,” she whispered, turning back to her book and pretending that she was able to concentrate on it.
***
Helga was chanting as she fell asleep. A mixture of a spell and a hope. She wanted to be able to control her dream tonight. She was tired of knowing what was going on and not being able to do a thing about it. She had been under Rowena’s control in her dream for about a week now, it being nearly a week and a half since Rowena had first showed up in her dream. Ever since Salazar had brought up lucid dreaming she had been trying it every night and she was determined that tonight would be the night.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” Rowena said quietly as Helga opened her eyes. Helga looked around slowly, tugging lightly at the ropes on her wrist and then smiling. This was her dream. She was in control here. “I never knew you would have so much trouble falling asleep.”
“I was making sure that I was able to do this,” Helga responded, blinking her eyes and abruptly the scene changed. This time it was Rowena who was held by the ropes and Helga who stood towering over her, smirking down at her.
Rowena frowned but was undisturbed by this new position. It was a position that she had found herself in many times before. “I see. You’ve finally figured out how to lucid dream have you? How long have you known that the spell I cast gave me the ability to control you in your dreams?”
At those words, Helga’s face paled and Rowena smiled, twirling her fingers in the air at Helga’s confusion. She knew that she could get out of the ropes if she wanted but she wanted to see what Helga was going to do. After all, no matter what Helga thought, because of the spell, Rowena controlled the dreams. “You bitch,” Helga whispered and Rowena’s eyebrows rose at the word. “How could you?”
“Why wouldn’t I? I needed to do something so that I could have your delicious body and we both know that you wouldn’t give in during daylight hours. Besides, don’t lie. We both know that you enjoyed it.” Rowena had the audacity to add a wink and a lick of her lips to the statement.
Helga leaned forward and would’ve slapped Rowena if she could’ve reached. Instead, she set her jaw and Rowena was naked before her. Trying to remember so many of the things that Rowena had done to her, Helga leaned forward and twisted Rowena’s nipple in between her fingers. “You bitch. I can’t believe that I once considered you my best friend.”
Rowena rolled her eyes at Helga’s dramatics and pulled herself away from the ropes, pushing Helga backwards against the wall that she wished for behind Helga. She knew there was a reason that she wanted to be in Helga’s dream. Anything she wanted appearing was certainly a plus. “You are dramatic. If you don't want me, make me get out of your dream.”
With those words, Rowena lowered her hands in between Helga’s legs, rubbing lightly. Helga closed her eyes, wanting so badly to honestly want Rowena out of her dream. But… it was only a dream, after all. It didn’t mean anything. What was wrong with indulging a little in her dream? “If you whip me again, I’ll whip you back,” Helga hissed.
“I might have to whip you again just to see if you’ll carry that out,” Rowena said with a smirk and a sharp jab of her finger. It was, after all, only a dream.
Author: xohxmyxjonas
Pairing: Helga Hufflepuff/Rowena Ravenclaw
Rating: R.
Prompt: #6 ; Ravenclaw casts a dream spell on Hufflepuff and drives him/her crazy with explicit dreams only to offer the cold shoulder in reality.
Warnings: Non-con, dub-con. Blood-play. Bondage. All in all, rough sex.
Summary: Rowena has always desired Helga and what better way to take her than in her dreams?
Author's Notes: This fic most definitely took on a life of its own and I hope that you enjoy.
“What kind of spell is this? What will it do to me?” Helga asked, her hands gripping the stool underneath her as Rowena looked over the spell that she had written one more time.
Rowena looked up as she finished reading, sure that the effects were going to be what she thought. “It’s going to just make you fall into a deeper sleep. You are the one who keeps asking me to brew you a potion to help you get to sleep at night. I instead chose to create a spell. I promise that you will be having a… great sleep tonight. Are you ready?”
Taking a deep breath, Helga nodded. It was not so much that she was nervous about Rowena’s spell-making abilities, after all Rowena was the smartest of them all, but more that she disliked spells being practiced on her. It was something about how often students had practiced horrible spells on her. This was her best friend, though. She didn’t feel that she would have to worry about her. “Yes. Thank you so much for doing this, Rowena. I am eternally grateful.”
Rowena smiled, looking down at her wand. “Oh, Helga. It is my pleasure.”
***
Helga was dreaming. She was mostly sure of that. There was a bit of doubt in her mind but not enough to make much of a difference. For one thing, she would never be in this position if she was not dreaming. She would never be as sexual as this. Her legs were spread, held apart by a bit of what looked to be magical rope. Her hands were bound above her and she was completely naked. After a second of feeling nothing but the cold air on her breasts and… she could not even bring herself to think the word, she jumped when she saw Rowena standing in between her spread legs, a smirk on her face. “Rowena, what are you doing in my dream?” Helga asked softly, not liking the look that was on her best friend’s face. Although Rowena was her best friend, she knew that Rowena had a mean streak, one that made her the most feared of the teachers.
“How do you know that this is a dream?” Rowena asked in a low voice, moving forward until she was pressed against Helga and Helga could feel the silky fabric of Rowena’s nightgown against her lower regions. “Maybe this is real.”
That surprised Helga for a moment before she shook her head. “No, I’m fairly certain. After all, I would never do something like this in my waking hairs. Rowena, this is positively scandalous!” Helga responded, her heart catching in her throat as Rowena pressed her fingernails into Helga’s stomach. “What are you doing, Rowena? You should really untie me.”
Rowena shook her head, this time not bothering to respond as she ran her fingernails up Helga’s chest, smirking when she felt Helga’s breathing change. This was a fun game, she decided in that second. Well worth it. “Breathe deep,” Rowena whispered, her fingers connecting with Helga’s nipple and giving the pink skin a sharp squeeze. “No scream?”
Helga was gasping for air, never having felt anything like that before. She had grown up with a mother who had told her it was a sin to touch those places. She felt that it was a sin to touch those places. The fact that she was fully naked made her heart beat fast and her cheeks go crimson. “Rowena-”
Not wanting to speak, or listen to Helga speak, Rowena pressed her fingernails into the side of Helga’s breast. When she pulled her hand away, she smiled at the white half-moons that were indented in the pale skin. Rowena smiled, her other hand pressing in between Helga’s legs. She was getting impatient. She wanted Helga to scream. She knew just how Helga would sound, having dreamt of it herself. She had tried so hard to get over her silly crush on her best friend, even resorting to seducing Salazar when he had been drunk at their last party. Nothing had worked and so Rowena had to finally take matters into her own hands. She wasn’t regretting her decision.
Helga tried to close her legs, unsure of what Rowena was even doing, but Rowena was persistent and Helga was tied up too tight to move far. Rowena smiled as she thumbed Helga’s clit, watching Helga’s eyes fall closed and her back arch. She knew that Helga was so innocent and naïve. She probably didn’t know what she was feeling, had never done this to herself. “Rowena… What are you doing?”
“Isn’t it good, Helga?” Rowena asked, tilting her head to the side as she heard a pesky sound. Shaking her head, she wondered who dared try to wake Helga. “It seems that somebody is trying to wake you up. I’ll be back. Another time, Helga.”
With that, Helga opened her eyes, breathing hard, remarkably unsurprised when she saw one of her students.
***
The next morning, Rowena cornered Helga in the dining hall, in full view of the students and the other two Heads of Houses. “So, sleep well, Helga?” Rowena asked.
Helga swallowed hard, licking her suddenly dry lips as she tried to ignore the part of her that was telling her that Rowena was smirking. Rowena could not have known that Helga had dreamed of her last night. Knowing of no other answer, Helga nodded. “Of course, Rowena. Thank you so much for the spell. It has seemed to work wonders."
Rowena’s smirk widened and she nodded. “That is very good to hear, Helga. I’m sure, sleeping so long, that you must have had some wonderful dreams. Would you care to talk about them?”
“No thank you, Rowena,” Helga said, much too quickly as her face went crimson. She could help but watch carefully as Rowena tapped one finger against her lips, her lips curving into a smile at Helga’s gaze. “I have classes to attend to.”
“Another time,” Rowena said, taking a moment to stare at Helga’s shocked face before sweeping away from her, smiling. She knew that her plan was working.
***
Helga had been hesitant to fall asleep again, staying up late reading before she had been too exhausted to turn the page again. She was nervous of dreaming about Rowena again, but she knew that she had to get some rest for classes tomorrow. After staying up so late, Helga fell asleep right away and wasn’t surprised when Rowena was waiting for her in her dream. Rowena blinked and Helga was tied again, the enchanted ropes squeezing her wrists occasionally. “Let me go, Rowena.”
Without a response, Rowena moved closer, one hand pressing against Helga’s stomach as the other ran along the inside of her thigh, pressing her legs further apart. “You are just so pretty, Helga,” Rowena murmured, pressing her fingernails into Helga’s stomach and thigh. “So, so pretty.”
“Rowena, stop,” Helga whispered, her eyes screwed tightly as Rowena dug her fingernails deeper into Helga’s skin. “Please. You’re hurting me.”
Rowena pulled back when she felt the blood on her fingers, smearing the blood on Helga’s thigh. She had never known that blood could look so good. She supposed it was only because Helga’s skin was so pale. The red of the blood was such a nice contrast. “You enjoy it, Helga. You know that you do. Stop fighting what you’re feeling. I made sure that you would love it.”
Rowena thumbed Helga’s clit, rubbing the blood around as Helga tried to think about the feelings subjectively. Yes, it stung. But, Helga was always open to new experiences, she supposed. It didn’t feel that bad. In fact, as Rowena pressed her finger harder against Helga’s clit, it might have felt almost good.
“You know that you love it. Give in, Helga. Give in.” Rowena repeated the last two words, accentuating the repeated words with a hard slide against Helga’s clit. Swiping up a bit of blood, Rowena pushed two fingers slowly inside Helga, biting her lip as she felt how tight Helga was around her fingers. She loved the feeling right now, her wet finger sliding in and out of Helga’s cunt as she heard the sounds of skin sliding against skin. Helga whimpered as the feelings slowly caught up to her. Just when Rowena was about to push Helga over the edge, she pulled away, smiling softly at her best friend. “We’ll finish this some other time, Helga.”
Helga gasped, shaking her head almost violently and pushing her bottom towards Rowena’s retreating fingers. “Please, Rowena. Please.”
Smirking, Rowena slapped Helga’s thigh, enjoying the red mark. “Another time, Helga. Sleep well.”
With that, Helga’s dream changed.
***
Helga was uncomfortably aware of Rowena’s heated gazes the next morning. Perhaps Rowena wasn’t even aware that she was looking at Helga that way, but it made Helga blush. She knew that Rowena couldn’t know how she had woken up; with a sticky mess in between her thighs and her hand pressed tightly against herself. Perhaps Rowena was doing it on purpose. No, Helga couldn’t believe that her darling best friend would do that. She had always known that Rowena had a cruel streak, but she wouldn’t do something that harmful, would she? Helga couldn’t bear to think about it.
Except… was it that harmful? Helga inwardly shook herself. Of course it was that harmful. Despite the fact that Helga had felt the pleasure, it didn’t mean that Rowena had any right to do that. Helga was thinking circles around herself. Of course Rowena hadn’t done that. It was her dreams.
“Knut for your thoughts?” Rowena asked quietly from her side, poking her with a long blue nail that Helga remembered so vividly from her dream last night. When Helga didn’t respond, just staring blankly at the nail, Rowena smiled and repeated. “Knut for your thoughts?”
Helga shook herself at that, determined to pay attention to the conversation even if it meant that she wouldn’t look at Rowena’s nails. “I’m just thinking about how deep of a sleep that I got last night. I had some… interesting dreams. I forgot about them though,” she lied, knowing that Rowena would want to hear about them.
Nodding slowly, Rowena wondered if Helga would ever admit to it. Of course, it was only the second morning. She could be patient when she really wanted to be. “I see.” And that was all she said on the subject, returning to her breakfast.
***
“Salazar, I have a question if you’re not busy.”
Salazar looked up in surprise. Normally Helga would go to Rowena with a question about anything. He wondered if there was something wrong if Helga was coming to him. “Of course. I’m never too busy for you, Helga. What is it?”
Sitting down across from him, the desk in between them, Helga rested her hands on her lap. She was wondering how to word her question without giving away too much. Friends or not, there were some things that just shouldn’t be discussed in polite company. “Have you ever heard about controlling your dreams?”
“Why, of course. It’s called lucid dreaming. I’ve practiced it myself a time or two,” Salazar responded, looking closely at Helga to try to determine why she was asking such a simple question.
Helga nodded slowly. She had heard of lucid dreaming. “But have you ever heard of… well, controlling somebody else’s dream?”
Salazar had to laugh at that, surprised by Helga’s question. “Now why would a sweet girl like you be wondering about that? Something like that just doesn’t seem to fit with you, innocent that you are.”
“Just answer the question please, Salazar. It isn’t for me. It’s for… research. I was just curious. I’ve been having some odd dreams lately and it… interested me.” Helga knew that she didn’t sound very convincing, but she couldn’t help it. She had never been very good at lying, having not had much opportunity to practice. She had never thought that lying was a good thing.
“Alright. Well, I suppose that there could be some sort of spell or potion that would enable somebody to control somebody else’s dream. We’re learning more and more that anything is possible with magic, aren’t we?” Salazar said and Helga nodded.
With nothing else to say, Helga stood up. “Thank you, Salazar. You’ve been most helpful.”
***
Helga wasn’t surprised when she was again on her back after she had fallen asleep that night. She had no clothes on and Rowena was looking at her with that smirk of hers that sent chills down Helga’s spine. Helga’s heart started pounding as she felt the heat in between her legs. She wanted so badly to hate what Rowena was doing to her, but Rowena was thorough. “You’re looking forward to it, Helga. Don’t try to deny it. I know that look on your face. I know your body too well by now.”
Knowing that she couldn’t agree, Helga didn’t respond. She winced slightly when Rowena slapped her thigh but didn’t make any other sound. Rowena shook her head at how stubborn Helga was. Whispering something that Helga couldn’t hear, Rowena dug her fingernails into Helga’s thigh, scratching a long line down her leg and watching the blood beginning to spill. Helga gasped and whimpered. “Please don’t hurt me, Rowena!”
“But you love the pain,” Rowena hissed, smearing the blood on her fingers before pushing her fingers into Helga. “You love it.”
Helga again couldn’t answer, shaking her head from side to side as Rowena pressed her thumb against Helga’s clit. She knew just what to do; she knew just the right way to twist her fingers and press her thumb to make the maximum pleasure rush through Helga’s body. Every inch of Helga’s body was humming, alive with the feelings of it all.
Tonight, Rowena kept her movements simple, bringing Helga to climax but making sure that Helga got only the little pleasure that Rowena wanted to give her. “So much more could be yours. Another time though,” Rowena said with a wink, bringing her finger up to her lips to wipe Helga’s blood and come off of her finger. “You taste so good, Helga.”
Helga’s cheeks were burning as Rowena got down to her knees and pressed her lips to the inside of Helga’s thigh. She shouldn’t have been surprised when Rowena sunk her teeth into Helga’s thigh, leaving a bright red mark and licking up the blood that was left over from the scratches. Slapping the already sensitive area, just for good measure, Rowena winked at Helga and was gone.
***
“Rowena, have you ever thought about marrying?” Helga asked, blushing when Rowena turned to look at her eyebrows raised. She could see why Rowena was so surprised. After all, it was a random topic of conversation and they hadn’t been speaking in the teacher’s lounge.
Rowena shrugged her shoulders, turning her back again to Helga. She had her new strategy. She wanted Helga begging for it. She knew that Helga couldn’t stand being ignored, sweet girl that she was. “I don’t care for relationships.”
Gritting her teeth because the ignoring was beginning to bug her, Helga shook her head. “I see,” she whispered, turning back to her book and pretending that she was able to concentrate on it.
***
Helga was chanting as she fell asleep. A mixture of a spell and a hope. She wanted to be able to control her dream tonight. She was tired of knowing what was going on and not being able to do a thing about it. She had been under Rowena’s control in her dream for about a week now, it being nearly a week and a half since Rowena had first showed up in her dream. Ever since Salazar had brought up lucid dreaming she had been trying it every night and she was determined that tonight would be the night.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” Rowena said quietly as Helga opened her eyes. Helga looked around slowly, tugging lightly at the ropes on her wrist and then smiling. This was her dream. She was in control here. “I never knew you would have so much trouble falling asleep.”
“I was making sure that I was able to do this,” Helga responded, blinking her eyes and abruptly the scene changed. This time it was Rowena who was held by the ropes and Helga who stood towering over her, smirking down at her.
Rowena frowned but was undisturbed by this new position. It was a position that she had found herself in many times before. “I see. You’ve finally figured out how to lucid dream have you? How long have you known that the spell I cast gave me the ability to control you in your dreams?”
At those words, Helga’s face paled and Rowena smiled, twirling her fingers in the air at Helga’s confusion. She knew that she could get out of the ropes if she wanted but she wanted to see what Helga was going to do. After all, no matter what Helga thought, because of the spell, Rowena controlled the dreams. “You bitch,” Helga whispered and Rowena’s eyebrows rose at the word. “How could you?”
“Why wouldn’t I? I needed to do something so that I could have your delicious body and we both know that you wouldn’t give in during daylight hours. Besides, don’t lie. We both know that you enjoyed it.” Rowena had the audacity to add a wink and a lick of her lips to the statement.
Helga leaned forward and would’ve slapped Rowena if she could’ve reached. Instead, she set her jaw and Rowena was naked before her. Trying to remember so many of the things that Rowena had done to her, Helga leaned forward and twisted Rowena’s nipple in between her fingers. “You bitch. I can’t believe that I once considered you my best friend.”
Rowena rolled her eyes at Helga’s dramatics and pulled herself away from the ropes, pushing Helga backwards against the wall that she wished for behind Helga. She knew there was a reason that she wanted to be in Helga’s dream. Anything she wanted appearing was certainly a plus. “You are dramatic. If you don't want me, make me get out of your dream.”
With those words, Rowena lowered her hands in between Helga’s legs, rubbing lightly. Helga closed her eyes, wanting so badly to honestly want Rowena out of her dream. But… it was only a dream, after all. It didn’t mean anything. What was wrong with indulging a little in her dream? “If you whip me again, I’ll whip you back,” Helga hissed.
“I might have to whip you again just to see if you’ll carry that out,” Rowena said with a smirk and a sharp jab of her finger. It was, after all, only a dream.