A Different World (closed)

[tcost]

"There's a stranger on the hillside. Here, I'll show you, in the crystal ball. It's a pretty girl."

The young wizard beckoned the captain over to the desk where he did most of his work. The soldier was never comfortable in the sanctum, but his master was being completely reasonable here. It was just that magic always put his nerves on edge, which was not a desirable trait in the captain of a wizard's guard. Not wishing to appear weak, he just followed the mageling over to the desk.

The image inside was indeed that of a beautiful girl, asleep on the hillside. She was wearing this diaphanous outfit that was nearly transparent. "What's that she's wearing?" he asked.

"That's one of the things I want you to find out, Neil," Gregory returned. "Or, at least, I want you to bring her back here so I can find out, if you don't manage that. It's dangerous up there. The bears are probably still asleep, but there are other predators and if they find her sleeping, she'd never survive. Take two men who can travel as fast as I know you can, and get up there on the double.

"She can't have travelled too far, unless she's recently lost her footwear. But it looks to me like she fell through a dimension door. If you see one, mark it on the map, but on no account go through it. And don't let her go back through it, either; I want to talk to her first." Gregory grinned at the soldier. "And do a few other things too," he added. "She's very attractive."

***
About three quarters of an hour later, Neil and his men had made their way up the hillside. He had been sure that he knew that spot, and he had been right. Better yet, it looked as if the sleeping girl was still undisturbed.

Just as the master had suspected, she was in a magical sleep. There were lots of stories about how you woke a girl from a magical sleep, but most of them had been sanitized. Since Neil outranked his men, he was the one who got to fuck her.

There was no snow on the ground near here, although there was higher up the slope. There was still nearly a week left until the Spring Equinox. Neil would normally have stripped for this, but it was too chilly out, so, instead, he just unbuttoned the fly of his tights and pulled out his cock, giving it a couple of preliminary tugs. That felt nice; he was going to enjoy this. He did go so far as to take off his helmet and set it to one side.

He moved her legs far enough apart that he had room to kneel between them, and leaned forward; until she was able to move again, he'd have to resort to the missionary position. He took a moment to feel the strange, ultrathin fabric of her neglige; it was unlike anything he had ever seen or felt before. If they could figure out how to make it, it occurred to Neil, the master could make quite a lot of money.

He smiled to himself. Here he was, about to fuck one of the prettiest girls he'd ever seen, and he was thinking about making a profit on a new fabric. What was wrong with him? The smile became a grin as he lowered himself to lean on one hand while he used the other to guide himself into the girl. From what the master had told him, as soon as he achieved full penetration, the ensorcelment should be broken, and she should wake up.

Her eyes flew open and she saw this stranger very close up. She was disoriented, and no wonder, as she had never been on this world before, at least not that she could remember. He was somewhat handsome, with regular features, deepset brown eyes and similar hair combed across his forehead, and cleanshaven. He seemed to be wearing some sort of tunic, but she couldn't really see that much of his torso well in this position. And, of course, he was moving all the time -- because he was fucking her.

 

[lusciously]

Lacy hung up the phone and took a deep breath, squeezing her eyes shut. He's not worth your tears, girl. she told herself. He's not worth any of this that you do for him. Then she lifted her head high and opened her eyes, shaking off the need to cry. She wanted to curl up and sob and binge on chocolate and ice cream and spend a week in her sweatpants, but none of that would help. She was 21 years old, a senior at NYU with a 4.0 GPA and an interview with a guy from Oxford next week to get a PhD in anglo-saxon literature in England. She had a future, and she certainly didn't need Phil to know that.
There are better guys out there, she thought. There are guys who deserve you. Who won't leave you all alone and miserable. She sighed and got off the couch, the wispy little negligee she wore fluttering around her thighs as she walked to the mirror to look at herself. She had been a little chunky in high school, and it hadn't been til she got to New York that she had really grown into her beauty, but now, she was 5'6", she had a perfect 34D 24 36 figure and long black hair. There were plenty of guys that were into her, but she had wound up spending the last year of her life with Phil.
Phil, who blew her off after they had planned this night all week to go play some stupid game with his friends. Phil, who hadn't had sex with her in nearly a month. Phil, who was a successful, handsome young entrepreneur, and who called her his "genius eye-candy." She had thought it was a cute nickname when they started going out, when they were having sex every night, at least once. Now that he was more interested in playing some MMO with his geek friends from upstate than having sex with her.
He has to go, she thought. It's time to move on.
She nodded her head and then went to the kitchen to get a bottle of wine. She started the porn she had downloaded to watch with Phil, and lay back on the couch to drink and masturbate until she slept...

She dreamed she was in a different world, maybe England, maybe somewhere else. There was just a meadow on a hillside, and forest in the distance, and no powerlines or phone lines, no planes flying overhead, no roar of a highway in the distance. She lay on the grass, just as she had been on her couch, in her negligee with her panties around her ankle, and then some men came. The place was so peaceful, but the men were hard, grizzled warriors, armed to the teeth and wearing well-used armor, like some sort of cosplay fantasy that had gone on for years.

The first one opened his clothes and pulled out a cock, and without a word, pushed her legs apart and slid into her. She gasped, still thinking it was a dream, and wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding him as he thrust into her. It was strange for a dream, she thought, because she had never had a sex dream about medieval soldiers, and definitely not one where she could feel the grass tickling her ass as the cock pounded into her, but she didn't object. It was exactly what she had been needing.

 

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The taller of the two soldiers who were looking on, the one with the lank brown hair swept over a corner of his forehead, spoke; Lacy could understand him, too. "Hey, I thought that she wasn't supposed to wake up until she has her orgasm, but she was awake even before Neil got himself into her."

His companion, a shorter man with a two-day beard and close-cropped black hair, grunted. "I don't care when she woke up, I'm gonna take my turn, and you will too, Phil."

Neil ignored them, though Phil was right. She had woken up just as he had touched her, and then she had cooperated, seemingly happily, when he took her. He wasn't complaining -- she was tight and hot and willing -- and, for her own part, she was smiling, and fucking him right back. So there was no earthly reason not to go on ahead.

"Hey, Beautiful," he half-spoke, half-grunted in his ardor, "you got a name? I'm Neil."

Being the linguist that she was, their accents were not just interesting, but intriguing. They spoke in the same idioms that she did, and their accents were identical to those of the people she had grown up with. Neil was distracting her from all of this, though, with long, hard, regular thrusts that seemed to go to just the right place.

 

[lusciously]

Lacy moaned as Neil slammed his cock into her, filling her just right, hitting the soft spot and making her whole body clench with pleasure. Whatever this dream was, she knew she didn't want to wake up, even when the other two talked about taking their turns. Lacy was no slut, to fuck three perfect strangers on hte side of a hill, but what she did in a dream wouldn't count, and the idea of it certainly had her squirming.

"Lacy," she groaned, answering his question. She never gave a thought to their accents. Why wouldn;t she understand them in a dream, after all? She knew it was a strange dream, with a level of detail she was hardly able to grasp, and peculiar details that seemed to come from some freakish part of her subconscious. The way they talked about her waking up, the way that they seemed fascinated by her negligee. It was all so very bizarre.

Still, it was a sex dream, and she only gave the strangeness a passing thought, befoer she squeezed her pussy on the thrusting cock and her body arched up in the first of what she hoped would be many orgasms the three dream soldiers would give her.

 

[tcost]

"Lacy," Neil repeated, timing his words to fit between his thrusts. "Very.. pleased to.. meet you... We were wondering.. what you were.. doing up here?"

If she didn't answer his questions right now that would be just find with Neil. He'd really rather question her after the sex, when everyone would be in a good mood. But fucking her was just a fringe benefit of being her, his real job was to find out what she was doing here, and to take her back to Master Gregory.

The other two soldiers had left their swords in their scabbards and pulled their cocks from the tights they were wearing beneath their tunics, and masturbating as they watched the intercourse. The shorter man had the thicker cock, but the taller one had a really big schlong, at least ten inches. These men were all built, one way or another, as if they could be part of a really good dream.

Unbeknownst to Lacy, the whole group of them was being watched by the wizard, using that crystal ball. The magician shifted the perspective so that he could clearly watch the lovely girl's face as she reacted to Neil's thrusting, and he, too, was jerking off as he watched her.