Another Werewolf Sex Dream?
I don't really need this interpreted, as the symbolism of it is pretty apparent to me even if I don't know what it means. But it was a very cool dream that description will hardly do justice, and so I reproduce it here so that I won't forget it. I am not usually me -- as in, this body -- in my dreams but this was an exception.
I will warn you that while it is not tremendously graphic, it contains sex, incest, bestiality, and incidental homosexuality. So be warned of that before you go any further.
It was a dark mansion filled with sex and magic. The whole place was unbelievably ornate and beautiful, absolutely captivating. Outside the windows everything was blue twilight, like midnight on a full moon.
I wandered through the house searching for the room, the spell I wanted to join. There were other participants, and the ones working the magic could apparently move from room to room, but I could not - I am only human and I could only join one, for once I joined, I was bound to the energies completely and would not be able to leave. Like a human battery.
In one room, a parade of beautiful and anonymous young people in extravagant 17th-century dress were engaging in a sexual masquerade game, where each mask was associated with a particular act, and they traded masks at the prompting of some unseen conductor, and were thus compelled to perform that act. I moved on, even though it looked like a lot of fun.
In another, nude people acted as statues, and only whispered out their desires and secrets to one another. I stayed and listened there for a while. It was very tempting to stay and tell my secrets, but I moved on.
In a third room - it is always the third room, the third door - a darkly handsome young man lay in front of a low-burning fire along with an older, redheaded, tawny-skinned woman who was his relative (his sister or his mother -- she did not say, but I knew from looking). They both had yellow eyes. Pillows and throw blankets and animal skins had been tossed into the area between couch and the massive, ornate fireplace, and they were stroking one another, quite obviously pre-coital. Her hand glided along the firelit length of him, stroking his chest, his belly, the thickness of his cock. His mouth moved against her throat, her breast. Now and then a white tooth flashed.
He mounted her and she rolled to pin him down, sinking atop him. I watched them fuck, clutching my token and trying to decide. This? Or the other things I had seen? Or whatever waited in the other rooms? Each time I had passed up a room and then gone back to look, it had been empty or locked, so I knew that once I chose to leave, the choice was as irrevocable as the choice to stay.
This was the room I wanted. I went inside.
They were glad to see me. They had been waiting for me. The sister invited me down into the pillow area and said that she could only stay for a while, but that she needed someone to ride her brother. There was a complex mechanical apparatus that needed to be adjusted for the spell to work. I stayed and they both kissed me for a while, and I wanted to take a turn with the young man, but his sister said it was not time. She explained that he would take me, and while he might be rough and tear me, that he would spill inside me and when he licked it out of me, his curse would be broken.
She left her brother and showed me a box with goggles built into one side. It was blue, beautifully inlaid and painted with moveable tiles that formed the design of a polar bear, some fish, and the moon. I looked into the goggles and through a series of mirrors, lit by firelight, I saw two young polar bears wrestling. The woman turned something on the side of the box, the mirrors turned around, and the two bears became twin boys, about sixteen, both with pale white-blonde hair and fair skin. They were locked in a tight-closed spiral of pleasure, using their mouths on each other.
She was trying to work a spell, she explained, to free the twin bear princes from their captivity. I didn't understand how they had been got into the box, and she explained that they were not, that I was just seeing a reflection. She asked if I would like to see the spell that was on her brother, and I said I would, and she turned the device on him, and adjusted the interlocking plates of the box to show a wolf and a unicorn with a man's face. I looked through them again, and his face became a wolf's face.
I said I understood. He was really a wolf, and his curse was that he had been made human.
I went to go clean myself up in the huge bathroom. I dug out my old dancing gear, trying to find my red silk veil. I carried it out with me, because silk is good for capturing and containing magics. I wrapped it around me, but he pulled it away and scoffed when I protested that I was probably too fat to ride him as she had been. I would not have to, he said, and he did not care.
His sister left us alone at last. I was ready to be with him - he was such a beautiful young man. He had to change first, though, he said. I agreed that this was so. Then he became a wolf, and I slipped the red noose of the fabric around his throat and collared him, and he thrust his head up between my thighs. His fur was dark, and hot from absorbing the fire's warmth. I held his ears. He was very large. His tongue was very long. I could feel his small teeth, pressing my flesh up and away, and now and then, the brush of a fang. His breath was steaming hot. I ran my fingers over his fur, the hard point of his sagittal crest under the thick ruff, the hard brow, the soft, wrinkled velvet of his muzzle, spiked with sharp whiskers.
I was so close to orgasm, yet could not spill over. I wanted him inside me. His cock was hard, peeking out huge and red and heavy from under the angle of his thigh. I fell back and he kept licking, somehow pushed and nudged me to a position on my belly.
A black cat was watching, and at first I thought it was Tazendra, then I realized that the eyes were too far apart, and were glowing gold, besides. It was the witch who had cast the curse on him, watching to see if I had the nerve to remove it.
I was sorry that he would lose the beautiful human shape, but it was better this way, that he not be cursed to become a man, that he could keep his essential nature intact and true. And so I did not say no when he put one heavy forepaw down beside me, put the other down on my shoulder, then on my other side, pinning my hair. He still wore the silken leash. I held it. His body was hot and heavy, the fur of his breast pressed against my back. I felt his back claws scrape my calves. I was not going to refuse him.
And that's pretty much when I woke up, half-drunk with sleep and really pissed off at the awful timing of the much-needed bathroom break. And then I sat down to write this before I forgot. And now I am going back to bed to see if I can catch the rest of that dream.
I will warn you that while it is not tremendously graphic, it contains sex, incest, bestiality, and incidental homosexuality. So be warned of that before you go any further.
It was a dark mansion filled with sex and magic. The whole place was unbelievably ornate and beautiful, absolutely captivating. Outside the windows everything was blue twilight, like midnight on a full moon.
I wandered through the house searching for the room, the spell I wanted to join. There were other participants, and the ones working the magic could apparently move from room to room, but I could not - I am only human and I could only join one, for once I joined, I was bound to the energies completely and would not be able to leave. Like a human battery.
In one room, a parade of beautiful and anonymous young people in extravagant 17th-century dress were engaging in a sexual masquerade game, where each mask was associated with a particular act, and they traded masks at the prompting of some unseen conductor, and were thus compelled to perform that act. I moved on, even though it looked like a lot of fun.
In another, nude people acted as statues, and only whispered out their desires and secrets to one another. I stayed and listened there for a while. It was very tempting to stay and tell my secrets, but I moved on.
In a third room - it is always the third room, the third door - a darkly handsome young man lay in front of a low-burning fire along with an older, redheaded, tawny-skinned woman who was his relative (his sister or his mother -- she did not say, but I knew from looking). They both had yellow eyes. Pillows and throw blankets and animal skins had been tossed into the area between couch and the massive, ornate fireplace, and they were stroking one another, quite obviously pre-coital. Her hand glided along the firelit length of him, stroking his chest, his belly, the thickness of his cock. His mouth moved against her throat, her breast. Now and then a white tooth flashed.
He mounted her and she rolled to pin him down, sinking atop him. I watched them fuck, clutching my token and trying to decide. This? Or the other things I had seen? Or whatever waited in the other rooms? Each time I had passed up a room and then gone back to look, it had been empty or locked, so I knew that once I chose to leave, the choice was as irrevocable as the choice to stay.
This was the room I wanted. I went inside.
They were glad to see me. They had been waiting for me. The sister invited me down into the pillow area and said that she could only stay for a while, but that she needed someone to ride her brother. There was a complex mechanical apparatus that needed to be adjusted for the spell to work. I stayed and they both kissed me for a while, and I wanted to take a turn with the young man, but his sister said it was not time. She explained that he would take me, and while he might be rough and tear me, that he would spill inside me and when he licked it out of me, his curse would be broken.
She left her brother and showed me a box with goggles built into one side. It was blue, beautifully inlaid and painted with moveable tiles that formed the design of a polar bear, some fish, and the moon. I looked into the goggles and through a series of mirrors, lit by firelight, I saw two young polar bears wrestling. The woman turned something on the side of the box, the mirrors turned around, and the two bears became twin boys, about sixteen, both with pale white-blonde hair and fair skin. They were locked in a tight-closed spiral of pleasure, using their mouths on each other.
She was trying to work a spell, she explained, to free the twin bear princes from their captivity. I didn't understand how they had been got into the box, and she explained that they were not, that I was just seeing a reflection. She asked if I would like to see the spell that was on her brother, and I said I would, and she turned the device on him, and adjusted the interlocking plates of the box to show a wolf and a unicorn with a man's face. I looked through them again, and his face became a wolf's face.
I said I understood. He was really a wolf, and his curse was that he had been made human.
I went to go clean myself up in the huge bathroom. I dug out my old dancing gear, trying to find my red silk veil. I carried it out with me, because silk is good for capturing and containing magics. I wrapped it around me, but he pulled it away and scoffed when I protested that I was probably too fat to ride him as she had been. I would not have to, he said, and he did not care.
His sister left us alone at last. I was ready to be with him - he was such a beautiful young man. He had to change first, though, he said. I agreed that this was so. Then he became a wolf, and I slipped the red noose of the fabric around his throat and collared him, and he thrust his head up between my thighs. His fur was dark, and hot from absorbing the fire's warmth. I held his ears. He was very large. His tongue was very long. I could feel his small teeth, pressing my flesh up and away, and now and then, the brush of a fang. His breath was steaming hot. I ran my fingers over his fur, the hard point of his sagittal crest under the thick ruff, the hard brow, the soft, wrinkled velvet of his muzzle, spiked with sharp whiskers.
I was so close to orgasm, yet could not spill over. I wanted him inside me. His cock was hard, peeking out huge and red and heavy from under the angle of his thigh. I fell back and he kept licking, somehow pushed and nudged me to a position on my belly.
A black cat was watching, and at first I thought it was Tazendra, then I realized that the eyes were too far apart, and were glowing gold, besides. It was the witch who had cast the curse on him, watching to see if I had the nerve to remove it.
I was sorry that he would lose the beautiful human shape, but it was better this way, that he not be cursed to become a man, that he could keep his essential nature intact and true. And so I did not say no when he put one heavy forepaw down beside me, put the other down on my shoulder, then on my other side, pinning my hair. He still wore the silken leash. I held it. His body was hot and heavy, the fur of his breast pressed against my back. I felt his back claws scrape my calves. I was not going to refuse him.
And that's pretty much when I woke up, half-drunk with sleep and really pissed off at the awful timing of the much-needed bathroom break. And then I sat down to write this before I forgot. And now I am going back to bed to see if I can catch the rest of that dream.