Starting Over

In The Land of Dreams



Reg was dreaming. At least he thought he was. He didn’t know where he was, and didn’t particularly care. He was probably staying at the inn, and somehow decided to have a lady to spend the night in his company. And the lady was doing fantastic things to his cock with a mouth of legendary skill. Licking, sucking, swirling her tongue, nibbling with hot silken lips, she was driving him wild.



In his dream he was groaning and growling like an animal, trusting his hips in the air and savoring sensations the man hadn’t enjoyed in years. He grabbed the woman’s head to push her back and try and hold off his approaching orgasm, and was surprised to find the hair long and unbound. Wait – was it Sophie? Drat – he must be dreaming. No wonder he couldn’t focus his eyes properly.



Well, if he was dreaming, then he would simply enjoy himself. He lay back with a smile, watching through heavily lidded eyes the glorious sight of the red cheeked and dimpled dwarf servicing his member with obvious delight. Why didn’t all women enjoy giving head like that? Most view it with distaste, and had to be begged for it. Well, since it was a dream he could simply pull his pants off, flip his friend on her back and fuck her until she screamed. But he decided not to – if he was really in bed sleeping, he was about to have one hell of a wet dream, and didn’t want the maids at the inn laughing over the condition of his sheets in the morning. Best to leave his pants on and any clean-up a private matter.



Oh but this was glorious. He moaned gently as Sophie ran a flat-palmed hand, soft and warm, over his flat stomach, gazing at his cock tenting his pants with tangible hunger. But wasn’t she sucking him off just seconds ago? How did he end up semi-dressed again? Damn – it was a dream. But what a dream – with a sigh, he lay still enjoying every sensation his tingling nerves were feeling.



There – she untied his pants and pulled him free. Waving in the air, his cock was tall, angry, and weeping, balls tight and full. He could feel her breath on his manhood, and the frantic, starving and desperate look in her eyes was the biggest turn on he had ever experienced. How could others feel the dwarven women were unattractive? She was beautiful.



Too soon it was over. Sophie was leaning over him, sucking, licking and stroking faster and faster, and he was surprised to see she was fingering herself at the same time. The sight of the dwarf pleasuring herself was simply too much and he came powerfully, pouring what felt like galleons of cum down her eager throat, and then immediately fell back asleep.



When he awoke he was confused and groggy. The memory of Sophie and the most amazing blow job came back, and he fuzzily attemped to look around the darkened and strange room. Rats – it probably had been a dream. He reached down to his crouch and copped a fast feel – he was clean, dry and serviceable. Obviously it had never happened. Where was he? His head felt muzzy – he was not awake still it would seem.



Reg rolled onto his side and stretched a tiny bit. He was almost surprised to feel a warm body next to him, but dismissed it as still being asleep. My, but he was full of incredible dreams tonight. He might as well go with the flow and simply enjoy it.



Ah yes – a warm figure was snuggled against his, spooned tightly against his front and obviously female by the wonderful dip of a cinched waist. She, whoever she was, was robed in a simple soft shift that clung to the feminine curves. He caressed the woman’s side gently, enjoying the warmth radiating from her skin. Reg nuzzled against her neck and was pleased to feel the silk of long hair flowing freely down the lady’s back. His cock sprang into life and he eased it against her backside with a couple of tentative and slow trusts. The paladin was pleased to feel her grind against his manhood in response.



What did he do to deserve such glorious dreams? The Trolls believed good dreams came from Zan’Abug, minor god and bringer of manly fantasy. ‘Thanks, Zan ‘ol pal’ he grinned cheesily. Reg reached his arm over the woman’s side and reached for her breasts and was happy to find them large, firm, and definitely dwarven. With a contented sigh he pushed his hand down the low open neck of her nightgown and felt for her nipples. They were hard, and he rolled them between his fingers one at a time. “Ah Sophie, if this were only real,” he thought to himself. He was strongly attracted to his guild-mate, and had entertained many sordid fantasies about her and her large bosom.



Reg reached further down her body, rubbings her belly through the soft material of her gown, and lifted the garment to reach for the paradise between her thighs. The dwarven maid, whomever she was, leaned back hard against his erection, rotating her hips and moaning low with a begging lilt to her voice. He poked and prodded with his fingers, enjoying the extraordinary wetness of her womanhood, searching out her clit. Ah – there it was! He flicked and rubbed the hard nub, thoroughly enjoying her heavy breathing and grinding against his rock hard prick. His cock, with a mind of its own, was attempting to drill through his trousers and through her dress, and was getting soaked by the woman’s juices.



Rubbing her clit faster and faster, Reg snaked his other arm under the dwarf maid’s body and reaching around, insert his finger into her wanting snatch. Gods she was tight! She yelled out with passion – loudly.



That was all it took – Reg jerked back abruptly, waking completely, to find himself in bed - with Sophie. His arms were wrapped around her, fingers had obviously been in her snatch by their wetness, and he was attempting to drill through her ass with a raging hard-on. Sophie spun around when he woke up, and was staring at him in unabashed lust and desperation.



“Sophie – I, I – I’m sorry!” he gasped out with embarrassment, trying to scoot away.



“Reg – shut up and fuck me,” was all she said.



“Pardon, m’lady?” he gasped, half in shock, half in desperate hope. “I can’t, it…”



She looked pointedly at his pants, his cock jutting angrily against the linen and covered with her love juices. “Nay Reg – I think ye be quite capable,” she smirked in her heavy brogue. Sophie moaned deep in her throat, shoved him flat on his back and jumped on top of him. Impatiently hiking her nightdress, the hunter frantically pulled at his pants in an attempt to rip them off of his body. “Pants off NOW!” she moaned, and Reg happily complied. Forget trying to analyze the situation – neither one of them were capable of rational thought.



With his member free for real this time, Sophie yanked his trousers down to his knees and swiftly positioned her dripping cunt over his engorged cock. Lips and face flushed, eyes flashing with lust, the dwarf reached down and kissed him hard, her tongue thrusting hard into his mouth, exploring and probing with energy. Reg groaned and returned the passionate kiss with equal vigor – gods this woman was as good as he had hoped.



He reached his hands under her dress and attempted to remove the garment, but soon gave up. It just wasn’t important, though he would have loved to see her breasts bouncing above his face. So he contented himself with frantically pinching her nipples with one hand while holding her close with the other, kissing deeply again and again. Sophie, in the meanwhile, was desperately trying to impale herself on his cock, drenching him with her juices, but he kept moving out of the way, denying her.



“Reg, stop teasing!” she growled deep menacingly. “I need ye now – don’t keep me wanting!”



“It will be over with too quickly,” he pleaded, though in the same respect he wanted it now as badly as the dwarf.



“Then we can do it again to make up for the speed,” she practically spat out. The poor woman was an animal – totally out of control, begging, grinding, and trying to force herself on him. Reg relented, either due to weakness from his injury, or to his matching lust, and allowed her to have her way. With a squeal of pleasure she rubbed her clit up and down his shaft a few times, moaning, and grabbed the base to get the proper angle. He lay back down with an arm under his head to enjoy the view and let her do what she wished – no matter what it would be great.



With a bestial snarl she angled his cock and landed, sending it deep into her trembling cunt. Moaning with pleasure, she impatiently grabbed her gown and threw it off, giving her partner his first look at her unadorned figure. Reg was more than pleased with what he saw, and reached his free hand out to cup one generous breast and fondle the rock-hard nipple on it. Sophie was full figured but not fat, generously proportioned in the breasts and ass, but not flabby. She was biting her bottom lip, eyes shut, as she slowly lowered and raised herself up and down his willing member, and he watched mesmerized as her tits swayed with the movement. He inhaled sharply and reached out with both hands to grab her hips – no, this wouldn’t take long at all.



Sophie had turned into an animal – whimpering, mewling, groaning with pleasure. She rode his cock with abandon, sliding up and down, thrusting against his balls and milking him for all she was worth. Reg merely held on and enjoyed the ride – he half attempted to caress and touch her, but quickly found anything he did was ‘in her way’ – she needed his cock in her tight and impossibly wet pussy and would not be denied. Slam, slam, slam – she wetly landed on his pelvis again and again, and Reg screwed his eyes shut tightly, trying not to cum before her.



With a scream of pleasure she threw her head back and shouted her climax to the heavens. The rhythmic clenching of her pussy drove him over the edge, and with a yell Reg wrapped his arms around her waist, slamming her down for one final mighty thrust as he poured his creamy cum into her, pulse after pulse after pulse. Sophie collapsed on top of him with a whimper of delight and they held tightly on to each other enjoying the squishy goodness of the afterglow.



Sophie was still lying on top of him, her face nuzzled into his neck that she sleepily planted with fluttery kisses. Reg smiled gently and ran his hands slowly over her body, enjoying the softness of a woman’s skin, the fullness of her breasts and the silk of her long hair that made an erotic blanket for the two of them. “So how did I end up here, where ever here is?” he asked, idly twirling a long strand of her normally braided silver hair.



Sophie rolled gently off of him, carefully avoiding his bandaged side. She winced slightly and asked “Ack – I hope I dinna hurt ye, Reg,” and was relieved when he smiled and shook his head. “What do ye remember last?” the dwarf asked as she slowly stood and stretched, giving her friend a delightful view. “Oh – how about I pour us a bath?” to which he nodded with a grin.



“Hmmm,” he frowned slightly as he stiffly sat up. “I remember the ogres, and the head one – he was a challenge. Thought I had him, and he pulled that dagger out of no where and got me in the joint of my armor.” Reg gingerly poked at the bandage on his side and looked up at her curiously. “Why didn’t you just let me resurrect? I would have been back in minutes.”



“Ah, well, yah,” Sophie stammered as she headed into the bathroom and started to fill the tub. She came back to the bed where Reg was peeling off the bandage, examining his scar, and she smiled softly. “Head ogre was mostly dead – I finished him off and dumped a paladin-strength healing potion down yer throat, but it seems the blade was poisoned and ye weren’t responding like ye should of.” She gave a dismissive shrug as she brushed her long hair and glanced in at the tub. “I figured ye be better off here at my place then in the middle ‘o the wilderness.”



He stood and stretched and added a log to the embers in the hearth as Sophie admired his very shapely butt. “Well I appreciate that,” the paladin nodded, “but did we get that silly leather-bound book the librarian wanted?”



“Ack, Reg – you were concerned about that while lying there poisoned!” she sputtered. “Yes, we got all the books – they be in my pack,” and she gestured at her knapsack on the floor by the door. “If ye be feeling fine after a soak in the tub, we can deliver them to the guild.” Sophie quickly twisted her hair up into a casual bun and lead the fighter by the hand into the bath – the tub was ready.