Dream or Nightmare

Disclaimer: I was told to put one up, so here's one.. If you are reading fan fiction and don't realise I don't own these characters whom I'm twisting for my own sick fantasies, then you are stupider than I feared.

For those of you that do realise I'm not making a dime off this, thanks, you give me hope in humanity yet.

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            The Hero Rosalyn slept in the inn. Moonlight filtered through the window casting long
shadows on the floor. Her uniform hung over the back of a chair and she slept comfortably curled
around her pillow hair fanned acrossed the cream sheets. It had been a long day. A pesky ghost
had been making a nuisance of itself and she had been called to clear it out. It had not taken long,
but the creature had managed to posion her. The town doctor was able to tend her after she
finished off the beast.

            But she could not go far on her own, so she had been kindly offered a room for the night
and exhausted she excepted.

            Still dazed from the poisons of the Ghost she wasn’t aware of when a shadow moved away
from the other shadows, and that shadow took a more solid form, seating itself at the edge of her
bed.

            “It would be so easy...” a voice murmured quietly tan fingers reaching out as if to strangle
the sleeping girl.

            But she turned in her sleep, the sheet slipping showing more of her skin and the fingers
instead traced the delicate line of her collar bone. The moonlight softening the features of her
face, turning her golden hair pale and the illusion was it flowed acrossed the sheets as glowing
blood. Her pink shadow adding to the effect. He grinned toothily. She was at a saver disadvantage
at this moment. Half nude, alone, drugged and her weapons were acrossed the room.

            He could so slaughter her. But that would be much too easy. No challenge, no fight, and
such a waist of such a pretty face.

            Well when her mouth wasn’t screaming obsenitiesat him.

            Well straike that, she was even prettier screaming mad at him.

            Hands resting beside her he leaned forward staring at her so closely, taking in the suddle
sents of her. She wasn’t a woman to drown herself in cloyingly sweet fregances of flowers and
whatever else humans made the crap out of, no, it was just the suddle blends of her soap and her
own nateral sent.

            Normaly he thought humans stunk something horrible, but Rosalyn was so very sweet.
Sweet enough to make him wonder if she would be as sweet in his mouth as to his other senses.

            She stirred as if she could sense the close pressence of someone else, but only curled up
and Stan’s eyes grew wide when a slim arm slipped around his waste and her nose buried itself
against his chest.

            This was a different scenario, and not that unpleasant. Stanley, the shadow King shifted
and laid back on the bed the young hero wrapped around him comfortbly and he stroked back her
hair his face a careful blank but his yellow gaze intence as he watched her features seemingly
deep in thought.

            As the girl burrowed herself closer into him his smile grew to wicket lenths and Stan
stroked her hair slowly moving her deftly without waking the young hero. Till he had her pinned to
he matrice hips between her thighs and running fingers through her hair eyes on her face intently.

            Something woke Rosalyn up, warmth, she was quite comfortable really despite feeling like
something heavy rested on her. Her groggy eyes opened to meet a wickedly smiling man, who was
much much much too close for comfort.

            She jumped and screamed and Stan got a rather odd look about him. She quickly realized
why because he had his hips nestled between her thighs like he belonged there.

            “STAN! You stupid evil king! Get the hell off me!”

            “Oooh, no I don’t think I will, this is quite nice.” and he leaned down lips teasing the flesh
behind her ears.

            It took her a moment to remember to breath.

            “Stan, stop, please!” her voice wavered with fear.

            Stan chuckled “Say it like you mean it woman.” he hissed into her ear and planted careful
kisses along the increasingly rapid pulse in her throat.

            She scowled darkly the places he was planting kisses was making it difficult to think
clearly, she needed to think clearly, and oh damn! Stan planted soft kisses lower rising slowly along
the small peaks of her breasts. Then he licked soft circles before looking up briefly to give her
the most evil look she seen from him yet and blow very softly acrossed her nipples.

            Again it took her several moments to remember air was her friend.

            OK and when did he manage to loose her shirt? And while she was thinking about it, where
was his? Oh.. Over there on the floor... With his pants.

            This was not good.

            “I better be dreaming.” she murmured arching involuntarily as he held her hands above her
head with one hand and while his lips did interesting things to one breast his other hand explored
her other.

            His chuckles vibrated through her and she found herself shuddering pleasurably as he
looked up and leaning casually over her whispered almost touching her lips ith his “And those
dreams are about to come true”

            “I..” she never finished her words as his mouth claimed hers. Claimed, that would be the
right word for it, she thought to herself. The fingers of his hand still playing with her breasts
drawing careful circles acrossed them and his lips pressed hungraly against hers and before she
could stop him his tongue slipped into her mouth exploring her. Of coruse she could bite, but she
had a bad feeling that would end very badly for her if she did.

            Besides she was actually starting to enjoy this. Her drugged sleep fogged mind stilll only
half convinced this was even real. His hand traveled further down ehr body exploring touching, so
soft it nearly tickled and every part of her reacted to his touch. He traveld down her side and leg
to her knee, pulling it up against his side before traveling up the inside and.

            Oh my.

            Stanley chuckled at the woman’s reaction to him. She did taste as sweet as she smelled
spurring on an inner hunger that demanded more, demanded he claimed this hero completely as his.
Only his. His fingers stroked her damp folds between her legs and he smiled against her lips, she
might say she didn’t want this, but her body spoke very loudly otherwise. He found her nub and
she about jumped out of her skin her eyes going so wide.

            “What? You never touched yourself woman?” he murmured watching her face with
amusement.

            She could only shake her head. His amusement grew at her honesty, “That’s only a start” he
stroked her, gently, watching hr face as she struggled to regain her lost breath that he was going
to make damn sure did not come easily to her till he was satisfied. Keeping a thumb over the
bundle of nerves he moved his fingers down and inserted one into her. Tight, very tight. Her hips
arched up into his hand and he chuckled seeing that whatever mental battle the hero fought was
lost now.

    &;
       He always won.

            Rosalyn felt something tightening in her belly. He still held her hands above her head
refusing to let her move but what he wanted her to. And he was watching every change of her
expression. She let her eyes lock with his as he stroked her not matter how she struggled he kept
at the same pace, careful exploritory movements of her body which finally made her throw her
head back and scream shaking every nerve an explosion that came from her belly and she felt
through every fiber of her being. Suddenly everything was so very sensitive. He moved his hands
from her and she whimpered at the sudden loss.

            Before she could recover, question and yell at him she found hersslef suddenly being
violated by him again. His hip between her legs again something hard and much bigger than his
fingers moved into her. It was uncomfortable and hurt.

            “Stan!” she was shaking with fear now, he paused only to look into her eyes and suddenly
shoved.

            She screamed again and it wasn’t with pleasure. Every nerve was on fire and she felt
stretched. But he leaned down and slowly kissed her, the distracting sweet kisses of before, and
after a bit it didn’t hurt anymore.

            Stanley waited till she relaxed, once she did he started to move slowly, it was delicious,
wonderful, delightful. He couldn’t find all the words needed to describe how she felt.

            Better than she tasted he finally settled on.

            His mouth traveled down her neck sucking and nipping to her collarbone as their bodies
glided together. He kept things as slow as he could as long as he could, wanting to prolong the
pleasure before he own movements became erratic and he couldn’t hold back, driving into her till
they both peaked and crashed.

            He moved off her and settled beside the exhausted hero a wicket smile on his face as he
moved a trendrel of hair from her forehead.

            Rosalyn could only stare back at Stan wondering if this was real, or the most realistic
dream she’d ever had in her life. But finally she settled on just going back to sleep and if he was
still there come morning then she could decide if she was dreaming.

            Stan snuggled the smaller woman as she fell into sleep his eyes closing as he buried his
nose into her hair.

            Morning was definitely going to be interesting. Maybe she’d yell at him.. He bet he could
back her against a wall.. Evil chuckles vibrated his chest as the evil king spent the rest of the
evening protecting the tiny human who had completely managed to capture his attention.