My Little Fae ... (closed for Katalynn)

[Homerun2611]

"How the hell did this happen? Me here, alone, looking at her..." It was a question, or at least a variation on a question I'd asked myself a million times over the last year, yet here it was. Kelly's murder, had been front page and opening line news gossip for almost two weeks. "Wealthy socialite, wife of promising corporate attorney, four months pregnant with her first, shot in brutal car jacking, details at 11!" I had been at my office, she was coming to get me in the car I had purchased for her 30th birthday. She was four years younger than I, she had wanted to have our first child before she was 30, and we had just missed. Kelly, despite her beauty, had trouble conceiving, and while we had discussed, many, her OBGYN had made it clear. This would be our one and only, it was a little girl, going to be my little princess, but that dream, my life all came crashing down, only two blocks from my office in downtown Chicago.

The worst part, well one of the worst parts, she had just called me, I was looking down from my 34th floor corner office as it happened. She didn't see him, it was a 13 year old Latin King, the toughest, baddest gang in Chicago. it was his initiation challenge, steal a Porsche, he chose mine, my wife, my life, all killed as I watched, screamed, and slammed my fist against the ceiling to floor window!

I hadn't set foot back in that office since, mourning had turned into an extended leave, I tried to go back, I couldn't, not yet, maybe not ever? I was lucky, I had made good money, my last case had been a huge class action settlement, my bonus had been $12 million on that deal alone. We had a $5 million firm paid for life insurance policy on Kelly, the cop who investigated the murder had the fucking guts to ask if I had arranged the murder of my wife? I punched the asshole in the mouth, I guess I was lucky no charges were filed. It is nice to have connections, the governor had once entertained my wife and I at his mansion. I had been the guy with everything, perfect life, perfect wife, until, I had nothing, which brought me right back here.

I still played golf, my escape, the only place I still felt like me. It was only this morning that Bradley Palm, my best friend, had scolded me while we sat in the steamer after our round. "Ricky .." Oh, I'm sorry, how rude of me, I am Richard (Ricky) Harris, the widower and currently non practicing attorney at Baker McKenzie. "... you're only 35, Jesus we all loved Kelly, we did, Carolyn and her were like sisters, just like we're like brothers, but she's gone, and you can't die too, I won't let you!" This was a baby step, Adelpho's was a new, upscale Italian Restaurant with a nice smallish bar. I knew married guys who came here, looking for a little extra fun, and part of me just wanted something mindless. I didn't want to fall in love, or even like, but it had been a year since I'd been laid, or even touched! This was a place where Sugar Babies tended to populate, and men, usually older men than I, tended to search for answers to their sugar craving.

It was either this or an escort, and that somehow felt more tacky. I didn't want to wine and dine, not yet, that would feel like I was betraying her memory. But a single night, a hot piece of ass that all I had to do was reward for her efforts, maybe get her number if I wanted a repeat, that sounded great. Was this my second or third scotch? Three fingers, a double, a single cube of ice. 19 year old Jonny Walker blue, it went down nice and smooth. Liquid courage with just the right amount of anaesthetic, just enough to dull the memory of that ever present pain and loss.
I had watched long enough, downing the drink I stood, shoulders back, suit perfectly tailored to my broad muscular physique. I had never struggled with attracting woman, it was just I hadn't tried in ten years, but it is like riding a bike, right?

The problem was, I wasn't this man, I didn't pick up woman to fuck and dispose, I was a romantic, my first night with Kelly we danced in the rain, walked home hand in hand, and invited inside, I had refused, instead showing up at her brownstone the next day with flowers and a bagel. Then we fucked, and God how we fucked! Six months later we were engaged. But this girl, in a younger, whorish kind of way, reminded me of my wife, or enough of my wife, that, maybe I could do this? Saddling up beside her, I didn't want to be charming or romantic, that would hurt and so, I gave her a killer smile, motioned to the bartender, "Let me buy this young lady a drink, it's the least I can do before I take her home?" It was meant to be funny, it wasn't, I was playing a character and playing it badly. You could have heard the slap of her hand on my face from 20 feet away.

I felt the frim hand on my shoulder, "Why don't you go home son, I think you've had enough, the lady is with me!" I turned and looked into a silver beard that would have made the Dos Equis guy envious, and eyes that were at least 55 ... and felt humiliated. Yes, she was a sugar baby, but not for me, I would stay hungry. Paying the bill I got out of the bar as soon as possible, cursing Bradley, but hating myself. The only good thing was I had humiliated myself in private, no one had seen, or... had they?

 

[katalynn]

It was never meant to go this far, I was never meant to live among the mortals and yet... Here I am. Sitting in a bar that I seriously do not belong in. My long red hair with multi-colored streaks in it alone makes me stand out in a place like this. A classy bar like this is not my idea of 'fun' either, however I was invited by Sarah and her husband Markus since this is one of their favorite places. She is my best friend, has been for a very long time. One can say she is my only friend these days.

How I got here is a long story. The short version is that I ran into trouble with a mortal male a long time ago and the result was the banishment of my realm. What I thought was love turned out be lies and trickery. Not only that, I found out he was still pretty deep in some gang. After he told me he was out and that was in the past.

That was nearly 20yrs ago and I haven't been close with a male since, save for Markus. He takes care of me and protects me. We do flirt and tease far more than we should, sometimes to the point of me having to back off because I'm afraid of emotions it causes. Sadly, he does belong to Sarah and I am a but jealous of what they share.

Sarah is far more than willing to share and has been trying to make me part of their relationship... Yet, It just never felt right. She would always be first and I will never have the kind of relationship they share.. Not with Markus anyway. I do love him in my own way. He certainly knows what it takes to pleasure me when we do play. Truth is, I really don't feel that connection. Nothing at all like Sarah has with him. It's never been enough to fully give myself to him.

I do try to be a good girl and give them their space when they make it obvious that they need it. I don't belong in their bed like that. Not that they haven't tried to, in the end, they both respect my boundaries. Sarah of all people should know special someone needs to be for me. Which is why they don't push too hard.


Another good thing about them is they know the truth about me, they know my past and know the difficulties I have gone through. Which is another reason I believe they are so protective of me. I don't mind really, it is difficult to find those you can trust and I trust them both with all my heart.

~SLAP!!~

The painful sound brought my attention up to the bar. Seeing Sarah with anger burning in her eyes, Markus walking up to some strange male. The male is very red with shock and humiliation... which I thought was rather cute, looking like a scolded puppy...
Words were exchanged and the male quickly left the bar with his tail between his legs.

"How dare he!! What kind of woman does he think I am? Did he not see this huge diamond ring? I chose this bar to get away from that bullshit!!"

Sarah is furious as she took her seat next to me and Markus on the other side, facing us, naturally he is trying to calm her down. Although, he did have a hint of a smile teasing the corners of his lips. Very pleased in knowing that his woman is still so beautiful that another man would want to take her home. Not that he had any doubts of her beauty, it's just been awhile since anyone has tried to pull that move on her. He enjoyed it perhaps a little too much.

"Let me buy this young lady a drink, it's the least I can do before I take her home?"

Sarah grumbled under her breathe, repeating the exact words and I couldn't help the giggle that escaped. I've heard some pretty bad lines before, at least that isn't the worst line in the world. Still, I giggled all the same and Sarah glared at me for a second.

"It is not funny Taylia ..."

She gave me a playful nudge, realizing that I couldn't stop giggling at this point. Then Sarah started laughing too. I couldn't deny that there is something about that mortal though.He is certainly good looking and his blue eyes alone could have me melting at his feet.. I have honestly never felt that spark before. Not even with the mortal that caused my banishment, created a spark.

Sure, His aura is a little off balance, though I didn't see any ill intentions with his aura either. Not entirely sure what he wanted with Sarah, his words said it.. her slap being the answer.. His aura gave a completely different story though.

The off balance could be from anything, mortals do live a very stressful life afterall. In fact the more I think about his aura, there is something about it that caught my attention. I couldn't quite place it just yet as he left too soon.. I saw enough to know it wasn't quite like other mortals. It could be nothing, could easily be me from drinking too much too. Eyes playing tricks on me.

"Taylia... You there? Hello!"

I heard Sarah giggle as her hand waved in front me to catch my attention. I gave a weak smile, shaking my head..

"Yea, I'm fine. You know how spacey I get when I drink too much... I really should get going though. I have a full plate tomorrow."

That's a lie of course, I had absolutely nothing planned at all. I had no worries within the mortal realm and they both knew this. The truth is, I wanted to hunt down that mortal. I don't know why, call it boredom? Curiosity? I don't know, I never cared about the mortals before, why did this particular one grab my attention?

"Lets go h..."

I didn't let Sarah finish what she was about to say, shaking my head no as I started to gather my coat.

"No, you two stay here and have fun. It has been awhile since you two have had any real time alone. You need it. I will be fine."

Giving them both a sweet, passionate kiss before I started to walk out. When I walked by the bar stool the mortal sat on, I lightly traced my fingers over the seat and soon a trail that only I can see lit up at my feet and I proceeded to follow the trail the mortal left behind. For now, he had to be a fair distance ahead of me, which made it easier for me to casually follow the trail until I find him again.

 

[Homerun2611]

Throwing a $50 on the bar to cover a $30 tab, I just wanted, needed to get the hell out of there. Shaking my head, "Let me buy this young lady a drink, it's the least I can do before I take her home?" What an ass I had made of myself, the man had been kind, polite, he even seemed amused, but that made one of us. How did I tower over him, yet feel so small? It was only after I said it, that I saw the ring. How hadn't I noticed it before, if someone had done that to Kelly, and it had been me, I might have punched him. At least I'd had the good sense to say, "I'm uh, sorry!" Before tucking tail and leaving disgraced.

The cool night air felt good, and outside, taking a deep breath, bending over, hands on knees. That had been a gut punch! If not physical, my ego and my confidence had been cut to the quick. I had looked into her eyes, given my best smile, and almost nothing, I should have given that man, the one I wanted to ridicule but couldn't a nod. Whatever he was doing, he was doing right, she was committed. Was this what it was going to be like, approaching random women, in the slim hopes of finding some connection, if only for the night. I would not make that mistake again, I respected marriage, I was not that kind of guy!

I had begun my trek home, it was a good twenty minute walk, about 2.5 miles, to my penthouse apartment. I had sold our house, the idea was a new start, yet I couldn't help it, I still had pictures of Kelly or Kelly and I, everywhere. It was the view of the city at night that had sold me. And upon getting home, I poured myself a double, and went to the window, a picture frame of Kelly in my hand.

"I made a fool of myself tonight babe! Tried to pick up a woman at a bar ..." Looking down at the picture, all I could do was look into her eyes. "Don't look at me like that? You know I didn't want to, I never meant to be in that position again, you were supposed to be here, forever, death do us part right ... who knew that would happen so early!"

Raising the frame to my lips, I kissed her, as a single tear rolled down my cheek. "I know, I've got to keep trying, no matter if I don't want to." I looked one more time, a little bit of a smirk, "Can I tell you a secret, the only reason I chose her, was that she reminded me of you, but ...." Wiping away the tear, "She wasn't you, there will never be another you!"

Putting down the frame, face down, I went into my bedroom. Even though I was alone, I still slept naked, and even kicked the top sheet away, somehow I needed to sleep as exposed as I felt inside. It was harder coming back than I ever dreamed. Mind went back to the bar, it had only been a moment, but her sent was still with me, and I let the combination of the booze and loneliness get to me.

I let my mind play tricks, I pictured her, having come home like I offered, and soon my hand found my cock. Slow steady strokes, I grew in my hand, seven thick inches of virility that had too long been ignored. I needed to feel, needed to try, and so, steadily, filled with so much loneliness and need, I began to stroke my too long neglected prick ...

 

[katalynn]

I’m in no hurry as I followed the glowing trail of the path he took. It shocked me a little at how quickly I caught up you though, then again it was only a few minutes since you left. I had to giggle at myself, shaking my head, thinking I shouldn’t be that surprised. Also, you were walking slow enough that I actually had to slow down to keep a distance.

I followed just close enough to keep you in sight, which is a good distance with my sight. The silver dress I wore flowed at my barefeet as I held the shoes with fingertips swinging them playfully. The long coat hid most of the dress down to the knees, although it is a bit too nice out for a coat honestly. Yet, it was a dark coat and kept me hidden from your sight. Not that you could see me as we walked through the park.

It ended up being a beautiful night and I’m rather happy that I decided to follow you. For the most part the walk is uneventful until about halfway through the park. You didn‘t see them at all since you were lost in your own thoughts. I saw and heard them though, you are a rich dude walking in the park at night, of course you would be a target. Although, it didn’t take much for one to take notice of me as well. A pretty young girl in a fancy dress in the same situation…

They were talking about how to get us both in one shot. There were four of them, it should have been easy. All I could do is laugh to myself at their silly plan. With few soft spoken whispers and fingers dancing in the air, a couple of hell hounds that only they were able see, went chasing after the fools.

”Sorry fools, this one is mine to play with…”

I grinned as I watched them run away in terror from a couple of invisible dogs. It is only an illusion though, once they get a certain distance away, the illusion will fade. If only I could follow and watch the chase. My attention is on you though as I watched you leaving the park. You clearly didn’t notice any of the commotion behind you as you kept walking.

Eventually I did close in the distance between us when I noticed you were heading towards a building. The closer you got, the closer I followed. As you crossed the street, I decided it is time to shrink down so I can fly and get closer, barely making it through the front doors as they closed. I hid the corner of the elevator watching you closely. I was right, there is something strange about your aura, I couldn’t place why though.

Following you into your penthouse, snooping around while listening to you talk to some picture. Noticing all the pictures of some female. It wasn’t until I found the wedding pictures that I understood who she is to you… Rather was after hearing your words. I will have to do more digging around later to find the story of what happened…

For now, I watched as you stripped and went to bed. I can feel the burning flush that burned my cheeks while watching you stroke your needy cock. Markus is a decent size, though I can easily tell you were bigger and thicker. My eyes grew wide as you became harder, I seriously couldn’t stop the squirm of my legs as I went to sit on a shelf.

I had no idea who it is that were thinking of, it’s clear you had the female in the picture in your thoughts. At the same time, you went after Sarah. I grinned all the same, fingers dancing in the air once more. I have watched Markus and Sarah plentybof times out of curiosity…. I know the basics of what men wanted.

For now, I kept it simple, allowing you to create the actual illusion of the female. Invisible lips kissed along your inner thighs, the sensations of little nips followed. Slowly, those invisible lips were licking at your heavy sack, you can feel the tongue swirling and tasting you as if it is really happening in the moment….

 

[Homerun2611]

Ricky hadn't even noticed the thugs who had been eying him, I was too lost in my own world, and truth be told, I simply did not value my life enough right now, to worry about risks. After Kelly's death, I had wished I could join her, although I had never seriously considered taking my own life, the thought someone else might do it for me, was not as dreadful as it should have been.

By the time I got home and went to bed, I had had six strong drinks, and was feeling no pain. Naked and alone for the first time in a year, I had contemplated a woman sexually, approached her, only to be summarily dismissed. Yet, in truth, I had allowed myself to acknowledge that desire for intimacy, and so now, here alone, my hand had reintroduced itself to my needy and long neglected cock.

I know most men masturbate often, but I hadn't, Kelly's and my sex life had been vibrant, and we had never slipped into the malaise of most married couples. She had given me what I needed, but it was more than that. For me, sex, making love, even pure animalistic fucking, was about the pairing, the give and take, the parry before the thrust! I loved the foreplay, the prepping of her body, the way my fingers and mouth, aroused her, my favorite sessions involved bringing my wife to multiple orgasms, before finally satisfying my own.

So it was, the simple stroking of my cock, creating that indulgent friction never had the full satisfaction! However, it had been so long, so long since I'd been this hard, had a woman on my mind, that I let go. Rubbing the pad of my thumb over my sensitive slit, I warmed the engine. Then with slows, purposeful strokes up and down my long, meaty shaft, I felt it start to build, however, it was when I closed my eyes, pictured her, the girl at the bar, whom I didn't even know her name, that things began in earnest!

However, much different than expected, I began feeling a wave of sensations, not just my increasingly hard and throbbing prick, but my balls, my thighs, all began to feel her. And ... it didn't make sense, but ... I stopped stroking and simply enjoyed, it was as if I saw her, felt her, everywhere ...

"Oh...oh....yes....oh....that feels so good ...please ...don't....stop!!!" I couldn't explain it, but I was no longer alone, I was in, heaven, arching my muscular back, Kelly used to smile and tell me I had a body of a God, as she would run her eyes and hands all over me. So, it was, I let go of my cock as I wiggled and spread my legs, I could feel lips and teeth enjoying me, I ran my hands over my chest, clenching my muscles, craving every single sensation.

Arching and grinding, thrusting and moaning, I licked my lips and rolled my neck, and uttered the only thing I cold think of, "MORE ... oh God please ... MORE!!!!"

 

[katalynn]

I sat on my perch watching you, studying you is more like it. The image of the female that started to take form is more like Sarah. The illusion of her gaining more strength, however, I did notice tiny hints of the other female as well. As though you are conflicted of what female you wanted the most. I thought that is very interesting while watching the illusion become more realistic for your desires. Watching your reaction towards her is intriguing as well, not once did you appear to question the odd sensations. Then again, I did take notice of how much you drank too. Mortals simply can’t handle their drinks…

I had to admit studying you in this particular moment is highly arousing. I don’t get this aroused when watching Sarah and Markus, course half the time Sarah knows when I’m watching and makes it obvious….. Here, you had no idea you are being studied as the illusion starts to really feast on your balls. Her mouth taking in both, sucking and rolling her tongue. She begins to hum, providing a vibration as she reaches up, replacing your hand on the thick, hard cock. Her movements are slow as to not betray the illusion, feeding off your imagination of her.

Giving her a form that you can touch, feeling the light caress of her hair falling onto your thighs, the slow heat from her body. She may look much like Sarah, however, she has hints of Kelly as well. It became interesting to me while studying you, your aura beca more vulnerable in this position. Watching as you unknowingly open that door for me.

There is no doubt at all now that your aura is nothing like the mortals, I still had a difficult time placing where I’ve seen it before, it’s just been too long for me to remember. I can feel it calling to me though, its own way, see it reaching out in my direction. Almost like aura itself knew I am here, which is odd, auras don’t react like that!!

”Mmmmm Rick… you taste so wonderful… I want more…”

The illusion of Sarah whispered, unsure of the voice he wishes to hear the most. Moving from his balls, licking slowly up the underneath of the shaft, tongue swirling, mouth kissing and sucking its way to the thick head. Groaning at the taste of precum while sliding the head into her mouth, swirling her tongue, pressing into the slit trying to get more of that incredible taste….

Meanwhile, I had to pry myself away from the scene. I wanted to take this chance to snoop around a bit. Watching you earlier grabbed my attention, especially the words you spoke to that picture, the tears. I had to know what happened to that female. I glanced at you one more time as you enjoyed the illusion. Once I reached the door, i grew in size, very slowly and carefully closing the door. Leaving a tiny crack for me to slip through later.. I am able to hear and see through the illusion in case you break through the spell.

Tossing my coat on the chair, grabbing an apple and a filling a glass with whiskey while I look around. Examining each and every picture on the walls and shelves. More and more curiosity kept biting me, there had to be more to you story, I can’t see her just leaving… Then again, you indicated death. Someone like you would keep news clips or something around. I begin to search harder, shelves, drawers, closets...

Time is running short though, I can hear your groans getting louder, feel the intensity of your energy. I had to hurry now. Eventually I found I found a scrapbook, which the female must have started. Right then I heard you as came very hard for the illusion feasting on your cum. I quickly finished the whiskey, leaving a half eaten apple in the glass on the counter. Quickly shrinking down to fairy size once more, holding the scrapbook as I flew back to the shelf in your room. As you calmed down from the orgasm, the illusion started to fade, making you believe it was all a dream. Although, there is no mess, your cum swallowed and licked clean by the illusion…

I begin to look through the scrapbook, completely forgotten bout my coat on the chair, a few things out of place during my snooping…

 

[Homerun2611]

Strong hands reach back running fingers through hair as body grinds and responds to all these sensations. It is not like Kelly, and I don't want it to be. Tonight was hard, I had exposed myself, felt vulnerable like I couldn't last remember, and been so rejected, that now, I need affirmation. I knew Kelly had loved me, been attracted, more than attracted, but she was gone, I knew that, knew it intellectually, emotionally, and even erotically. I would not allow myself to fantasize about my dead wife, no matter how much I might want to, it was too pathetic.

So, as I am taken, seduced even, I feel traces of Kelly trying to creep in, it is what I know, am comfortable with, but no, I need new, I want raw desire, fresh sensations, and so, I respond differently than I ever would have with Kelly, speaking with need, desire and a touch of taboo! Feeling her mouth seemingly everywhere, mouth open licking and sucking my balls, raising ass off bed, giving you full access to my cowboys, wanting you to be nasy! A delicate hand, grips wanton cock, teasingly, slowly stroking until tongue delights sensitive underside, and then laps at precum on slit, inducing more, wanting to watch as I feed you!

I can't stop grinding, thrusting, I want her, reaching my hand down combing it through thick, dark hair! The way your fingers grip me, your eyes flash at me, and your tongue tastes me, I moan, and arch, ”Mmmmm Rick… you taste so wonderful… I want more…” Raising neck to look down at her, how did she get here, why do I care? "Why now, why did you say no, slap me?"

I hear giggle, as hand starts to stroke faster, and lips latch on tip of needy cock swirling tongue before answering. "What else could I do, my husband was coming up behind you, I couldn't let him see, know, how badly I wanted you, how badly I wanted this cock!" It was exactly what I wanted to hear, needed to hear, I could not have scripted the response better myself, of course little did I know that was exactly what had happened, this was my script, my needs, wants and desires all being fulfilled for me, but "OH GOD YESSS!!!!"

It felt so real. Gripping hair, fucking mouth, I pump and fuck, "My balls baby, suck my balls!" She does, expertly perfectly, somehow, fitting both in her mouth, tongue everywhere I want it, everywhere!!!! Pulling up hair, balls teased and sucked, it is now cock that needs feel of soft tongue, wicked mouth!

"Cock baby, oh god Suck Daddy's cock..." Where did that come from, I did not know, I had just screamed it out, but I was close, so close! She took me deeper, no pornstar could have compared, not to what I wanted, not to where my imagination took me. "Feed me Daddy!" I heard her purr, and so, driving ass hard up and off bed, firing hips and massive cock into receptive mouth and gorgeous face I climaxed, hard, needy, so much cum, so much need!
I didn't worry about mess, why should I, she was latched on, swallowing just like I wanted her too!

Grip released on hair, and now pets her as I feel lips sucking, cleaning, kissing and cleaning every drop of my cum, each and every rope of my copious load! "Oh thank you Baby, thank you!" I was asleep immediately, maybe I always was, but like a baby I found slumber, sleeping like I hadn't in a year. Smile on my face, reaching out, sliding one pillow between legs, yet another held in arms, as if our bodies were intertwined. There was something different, something in the air, something within me, but this was no time to question, this was time to simply enjoy, and with that sweet buzz of climax I slept in, and when I woke up, I remembered, remembered the best dream I had ever had. "Time for coffee big guy... time to start living again!"

 

[katalynn]

The scene I returned to is pretty much the same thing Sarah and Markus do. I never understood the whole sucking on a mans penis, why the males like to gag and choke the females like that. Luckily the illusion can handle anything a male wanted to do… For me, it kind of ruins the mood, just the idea alone of gagging and choking during sex is a turn off.. In some ways it did arouse me to watch, but not enough to cum to it. I never done it though, perhaps there’s something I am missing.

I shrug, and went back to looking at the scrapbook. Only to look up when I heard you practically scream out Daddy. I never pegged you to be that type, just from what little I’ve seen. I have been to enough parties to understand the meaning behind it and in a lot of ways, I do connect with the other littles and tend to play with them. I’m more connected to what humans call preteens.. or something… not too extremely young be a child or baby personality. That stage where teens are curious and bratty. Markus is always calling me a brat…

I watched how hard you came and again, I felt that tingling between my legs, thinking for a moment of how wonderful it would be to bathe in all that cum. Then to see how tenderly you petted the illusion afterwards… for a split second, I’m jealous of my own illusion! That’s the first I ever really felt jealousy to that extent. Why am I feeling this way over a mere mortal? It’s clear you are into rough sex after the way you pounded into the illusions throat, drowning her with thick, heavy loads of cum… I couldn’t compete with that. Nor did I want to.

Shaking my head and sighing, unsure of why you are so interesting to me. As you slept, I looked through the scrapbook, finding lots of interesting things, most were basic human things though. Then I found the tragic story of your wife. It was the last page, almost written like a journal in what I found to be your writing. Clearly nothing has been added since. Considering where I fouund it, it hasn’t been opened in a long time either.

Putting the scrapbook off to side, letting it grow back to normal size on the shelf. I flew down to you, watching as you hump the pillow, groaning and muttering in your sleep. My attention is mostly on your aura though, once more it seemed to reach out towards me. I touched it lightly, almost petting it as it reacted. I watched your cock grow hard in reaction, your voice saying “my baby girl”.

I gave a curious look, touched your aura once again, pretty much the same reaction. I grinned, I have never been able to do this with auras before. Yet, yours is fully reacting to me, reaching out me even which is the oddest thing. Though, I can have fun with this… I continue to explore every inch of your body, particularly the twitching cock when I lightly touched it. I’m moving around and touching various spots, giggling with every reaction.

That is until I get trapped under neck, your arm swept me up and pushed me towards your neck. You adjusted your head and here I am…. Trapped. Pillow behind me, your neck on top of me, hand in front of me. I sighed, at least I’m not suffocating and soon sleep took over for me as well. I never knew when you got up, the most I did is roll over, whimpering at loss of your heat as I slept on your pillow, smiling at your scent..