Dreams, Dreams...?
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Adult ++
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2
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Dreams, Dreams...?
I must say, I was rather disappointed that I did not see ANY NiGHTS fiction on here at all… I felt like I had to remedy that.
Characters that do not appear in the game NiGHTS into Dreams are mine, though the Nightmaren concept isn’t.
Also ‘Yokubo’ is the Japanese word for lust… Just so you know that ^_^;
I put this under 'Dom' because it kinda is, towards the end... although not majorly so.
Anyway, on with the story! Please review!
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Yokubo gave a heavy sigh as she flew into Spring Valley, the place in the whole of Nightopia that she hated the most. It was too bright, too green... Brighter and greener than any place in the Waking World, she guessed. The ground curved into small hills and valleys, trees and bushes clinging to them, as did the ceiling. Yokubo looked up at this ‘ceiling’ and rolled her eyes. She knew that her world was the Dream World, but couldn’t it be slightly more… normal?
But what she hated most about this place were the rebels. The rebels stayed here, refusing to come back to Nightmare, where they belong… They were nightmaren after all.
Fools… They were a disgrace to their master, Wizeman. He had created them. They owed him their lives! Yokubo felt the anger bubbling up in her veins but she forced herself to calm down. She had a job to do…
She swooped down closer to the ground, scattering dreamers who looked at her with fear… Some of the males looked at her with an approving grin. She smirked to herself as she saw this.
Even though nightmares were meant to be scary, Yokubo looked like something straight out of a dirty (and possibly kinky) dream. She had the usual nightmaren features: huge eyes, which in her case were purple, no nose or ears, no neck and no wrists… But she also had a number of features which most didn’t have. She had very odd hair, which was jet black, the same as her skin, and seemed to move of its own accord. It twisted into jagged curls that reached halfway down her back. She didn’t wear as much clothing as most nightmaren did. She had a number of outfits, each one as skimpy as the last, but right now she was wearing what looked like a purple leather bikini. She was proud of her body, it was her main weapon, and she loved to show it off. The bikini top held her large breasts firmly, pressing them together in a cleavage she just knew the male dreamers were staring at. She was thin but not skinny, her hips and thighs forming perfect curves.
She definitely lived up to her name.
Out of the corner of her eye she spotted another nightmaren, male this time and clad in a fire patterned bodysuit with matching hat. He was watching her too, his face split into one huge grin. She flew behind a nearby tree angrily. No rebel was going to look at her like that.
And then, looking very confused sitting by the river, was him.
Yokubo almost screamed with happiness. Enduring this horrible place and the stupid rebels was worth it. She dived behind a closer tree and watched her prey.
He was a dreamer and rather older than most she saw. He was dressed rather scruffily in jeans, which had the bottoms of the legs turned up, and a plain green t-shirt. His hair was brown and quite long, long enough to be tied into a ponytail, and his eyebrows bushy, drawing her attention to his gentle brown eyes. He also had a short beard. He was watching the cherub like creature, a nightopian, fish in the stream using a slice of cake as bait. But Yokubo didn’t really care about any of that.
What Yokubo did care about was the red orb floating around him. There was another, a white orb, but it was the red one she was interested in. Plenty of dreamers had the white Ideya of Purity. The one she, and her master Wizeman, were interested in was the red Ideya of Bravery. Very few dreamers had it. She took a deep breath and stepped out from behind the tree.
“Hello there, honey.” She said to him.
He looked up at her quickly, looking frightened. That was the affect a nightmaren had. But he quickly relaxed, a smirk curling his lips as his eyes wandered over her body. “This has got to be my best dream ever, and it hasn’t even started yet.”
Yokubo smiled. The feel of his eyes on her body excited her, even though he was a dreamer. She crouched in front of him “I know. Aren’t you lucky?” she struggled to contain her excitement. She was the lucky one, she was going to be rewarded as soon as she got back to Nightmare…
“Very.” His eyes were staring at her chest, which was now at head height. “I think I’ve been watching too much hentai.”
Her smile didn’t fade. She didn’t know what hentai was, but it was easy to guess. Now, she figured, would be the time to turn the charm on. “I’m so lonely, honey… I’ve not seen a real man in ages, let alone…” she tailed off, letting him fill in the missing words. Judging by his grin, she guessed that it had worked.
“Isn’t that a shame? Well, what can I do for you then, miss?” he asked politely.
Crawling towards him she spoke in a falsely innocent voice, wondering how in Nightopia he had a white Ideya “Oh honey, I don’t mind, I just need some attention.” She looked down as she crawled into his arms, seeing the bulge in his jeans and feeling pleased with herself. He’ll be easy...
His hands found the clip of her bikini top. She did not stop him as he undid this and let the garment fall in his lap. She sat up, almost laughing as she saw his blush. She took one of his hands and placed it on one of the freed mounds of flesh. He gently squeezed the flesh, rolling the nipple between his finger and thumb.
Yokubo’s head rolled back and she moaned. She may just be tricking him, but she did genuinely enjoy the attention. Spurred on by her pleasure the dreamer raised his other hand and started to play with her other nipple, twisting it between his fingers softly.
“Not bad at all, honey…” she grinned at him, her eyes half lidded with lust. She felt something hard poke her and she looked down at his groin, acting as though it was the first time she had noticed. “Oh dear! Do you want me to help you with that?”
He smiled and nodded. His hands lowered as she climbed off his lap, kneeling in front of him and giggling. He was quite cute really, for a dreamer, despite the chubby stomach. Her hands reached for the zip in his jeans, sliding it down and unbuttoning his boxers. As she freed the hard rod of flesh, she hid her disappointment at its size; he was only a dreamer after all. He looked down at her hand as it wrapped around his throbbing cock, sliding up and down its length slowly.
At the stream the Nightopian looked at the two, its face bright red. As Yokubo turned to look at the creature it gave a frightened squeak and fluttered away on its tiny pink wings. “Now we have some privacy… What’s your name, honey?”
“N-Neil…” the dreamer panted. Yokubo looked up at his face as her hand stroked his throbbing shaft. His eyes, in those eyes she sensed a feeling of innocence, of submissiveness, even. She stared into them with her purple-flamed orbs. Just looking at him made her want to control, but no… She could dominate him later. Her hand carried on its slow, teasing stroking as she smirked into those eyes, deep pools of chestnut.
“Okay, Neil, can you lie down for me?” her free hand moved to his chest and pushed him back gently. It now tugged up his shirt and toyed with one of his nipples as she lowered his head to his cock. She grinned before her tongue snaked out of her mouth, licking along the underside of it where she knew it was most sensitive, earning a shuddered gasp from the dreamer. She then started to drag it around the swollen head and licked the bead of precum from the tip, enjoying the taste of it. Neil’s pants and whimpers became urgent, almost pleading… she found it quite hard to control herself as she heard them. He was so sweet, so submissive… she could make him do anything. She felt her dominant urges rising, but she pushed them back. Later.
“Please miss…” he spoke quietly, breathlessly “please make me cum…”
She grinned nervously to herself. Now he’s begging… He was making things rather difficult for the black-skinned nightmaren, who, before she could do anything else, closed her lips around his stiff cock. She felt she was going too far now, that she should just take him back to Nightmare but no… she couldn’t say no to those innocent pleading eyes. Her experienced mouth started to suck, her tongue stroking the shaft as she bobbed her head. Neil had raised himself to his elbows, one hand running through her curls of dark hair. His hips bucked, trying to get his cock deeper into Yokubo’s mouth but her hand forced his body flat to the ground. She couldn’t help it. He was screaming to be dominated. Her long nails dragged over his chest a she reached back up to his nipple, squeezing and tugging it enough to cause a little pain. She wanted him to know who was in charge here.
“I’m sorry miss… tress…” he added, panting hard. Yokubo smiled inwardly at those words, but she knew she had let things go too far. His eyes looked down at her, confused “This doesn’t feel like a dream… It feels so real… Like I’ll never wake up…”
Yokubo sat up “Its funny you should say that…”
Characters that do not appear in the game NiGHTS into Dreams are mine, though the Nightmaren concept isn’t.
Also ‘Yokubo’ is the Japanese word for lust… Just so you know that ^_^;
I put this under 'Dom' because it kinda is, towards the end... although not majorly so.
Anyway, on with the story! Please review!
~ ~ ~
Yokubo gave a heavy sigh as she flew into Spring Valley, the place in the whole of Nightopia that she hated the most. It was too bright, too green... Brighter and greener than any place in the Waking World, she guessed. The ground curved into small hills and valleys, trees and bushes clinging to them, as did the ceiling. Yokubo looked up at this ‘ceiling’ and rolled her eyes. She knew that her world was the Dream World, but couldn’t it be slightly more… normal?
But what she hated most about this place were the rebels. The rebels stayed here, refusing to come back to Nightmare, where they belong… They were nightmaren after all.
Fools… They were a disgrace to their master, Wizeman. He had created them. They owed him their lives! Yokubo felt the anger bubbling up in her veins but she forced herself to calm down. She had a job to do…
She swooped down closer to the ground, scattering dreamers who looked at her with fear… Some of the males looked at her with an approving grin. She smirked to herself as she saw this.
Even though nightmares were meant to be scary, Yokubo looked like something straight out of a dirty (and possibly kinky) dream. She had the usual nightmaren features: huge eyes, which in her case were purple, no nose or ears, no neck and no wrists… But she also had a number of features which most didn’t have. She had very odd hair, which was jet black, the same as her skin, and seemed to move of its own accord. It twisted into jagged curls that reached halfway down her back. She didn’t wear as much clothing as most nightmaren did. She had a number of outfits, each one as skimpy as the last, but right now she was wearing what looked like a purple leather bikini. She was proud of her body, it was her main weapon, and she loved to show it off. The bikini top held her large breasts firmly, pressing them together in a cleavage she just knew the male dreamers were staring at. She was thin but not skinny, her hips and thighs forming perfect curves.
She definitely lived up to her name.
Out of the corner of her eye she spotted another nightmaren, male this time and clad in a fire patterned bodysuit with matching hat. He was watching her too, his face split into one huge grin. She flew behind a nearby tree angrily. No rebel was going to look at her like that.
And then, looking very confused sitting by the river, was him.
Yokubo almost screamed with happiness. Enduring this horrible place and the stupid rebels was worth it. She dived behind a closer tree and watched her prey.
He was a dreamer and rather older than most she saw. He was dressed rather scruffily in jeans, which had the bottoms of the legs turned up, and a plain green t-shirt. His hair was brown and quite long, long enough to be tied into a ponytail, and his eyebrows bushy, drawing her attention to his gentle brown eyes. He also had a short beard. He was watching the cherub like creature, a nightopian, fish in the stream using a slice of cake as bait. But Yokubo didn’t really care about any of that.
What Yokubo did care about was the red orb floating around him. There was another, a white orb, but it was the red one she was interested in. Plenty of dreamers had the white Ideya of Purity. The one she, and her master Wizeman, were interested in was the red Ideya of Bravery. Very few dreamers had it. She took a deep breath and stepped out from behind the tree.
“Hello there, honey.” She said to him.
He looked up at her quickly, looking frightened. That was the affect a nightmaren had. But he quickly relaxed, a smirk curling his lips as his eyes wandered over her body. “This has got to be my best dream ever, and it hasn’t even started yet.”
Yokubo smiled. The feel of his eyes on her body excited her, even though he was a dreamer. She crouched in front of him “I know. Aren’t you lucky?” she struggled to contain her excitement. She was the lucky one, she was going to be rewarded as soon as she got back to Nightmare…
“Very.” His eyes were staring at her chest, which was now at head height. “I think I’ve been watching too much hentai.”
Her smile didn’t fade. She didn’t know what hentai was, but it was easy to guess. Now, she figured, would be the time to turn the charm on. “I’m so lonely, honey… I’ve not seen a real man in ages, let alone…” she tailed off, letting him fill in the missing words. Judging by his grin, she guessed that it had worked.
“Isn’t that a shame? Well, what can I do for you then, miss?” he asked politely.
Crawling towards him she spoke in a falsely innocent voice, wondering how in Nightopia he had a white Ideya “Oh honey, I don’t mind, I just need some attention.” She looked down as she crawled into his arms, seeing the bulge in his jeans and feeling pleased with herself. He’ll be easy...
His hands found the clip of her bikini top. She did not stop him as he undid this and let the garment fall in his lap. She sat up, almost laughing as she saw his blush. She took one of his hands and placed it on one of the freed mounds of flesh. He gently squeezed the flesh, rolling the nipple between his finger and thumb.
Yokubo’s head rolled back and she moaned. She may just be tricking him, but she did genuinely enjoy the attention. Spurred on by her pleasure the dreamer raised his other hand and started to play with her other nipple, twisting it between his fingers softly.
“Not bad at all, honey…” she grinned at him, her eyes half lidded with lust. She felt something hard poke her and she looked down at his groin, acting as though it was the first time she had noticed. “Oh dear! Do you want me to help you with that?”
He smiled and nodded. His hands lowered as she climbed off his lap, kneeling in front of him and giggling. He was quite cute really, for a dreamer, despite the chubby stomach. Her hands reached for the zip in his jeans, sliding it down and unbuttoning his boxers. As she freed the hard rod of flesh, she hid her disappointment at its size; he was only a dreamer after all. He looked down at her hand as it wrapped around his throbbing cock, sliding up and down its length slowly.
At the stream the Nightopian looked at the two, its face bright red. As Yokubo turned to look at the creature it gave a frightened squeak and fluttered away on its tiny pink wings. “Now we have some privacy… What’s your name, honey?”
“N-Neil…” the dreamer panted. Yokubo looked up at his face as her hand stroked his throbbing shaft. His eyes, in those eyes she sensed a feeling of innocence, of submissiveness, even. She stared into them with her purple-flamed orbs. Just looking at him made her want to control, but no… She could dominate him later. Her hand carried on its slow, teasing stroking as she smirked into those eyes, deep pools of chestnut.
“Okay, Neil, can you lie down for me?” her free hand moved to his chest and pushed him back gently. It now tugged up his shirt and toyed with one of his nipples as she lowered his head to his cock. She grinned before her tongue snaked out of her mouth, licking along the underside of it where she knew it was most sensitive, earning a shuddered gasp from the dreamer. She then started to drag it around the swollen head and licked the bead of precum from the tip, enjoying the taste of it. Neil’s pants and whimpers became urgent, almost pleading… she found it quite hard to control herself as she heard them. He was so sweet, so submissive… she could make him do anything. She felt her dominant urges rising, but she pushed them back. Later.
“Please miss…” he spoke quietly, breathlessly “please make me cum…”
She grinned nervously to herself. Now he’s begging… He was making things rather difficult for the black-skinned nightmaren, who, before she could do anything else, closed her lips around his stiff cock. She felt she was going too far now, that she should just take him back to Nightmare but no… she couldn’t say no to those innocent pleading eyes. Her experienced mouth started to suck, her tongue stroking the shaft as she bobbed her head. Neil had raised himself to his elbows, one hand running through her curls of dark hair. His hips bucked, trying to get his cock deeper into Yokubo’s mouth but her hand forced his body flat to the ground. She couldn’t help it. He was screaming to be dominated. Her long nails dragged over his chest a she reached back up to his nipple, squeezing and tugging it enough to cause a little pain. She wanted him to know who was in charge here.
“I’m sorry miss… tress…” he added, panting hard. Yokubo smiled inwardly at those words, but she knew she had let things go too far. His eyes looked down at her, confused “This doesn’t feel like a dream… It feels so real… Like I’ll never wake up…”
Yokubo sat up “Its funny you should say that…”