4. Grace

He was an impressive figure with bulging muscles and a determined set to his golden eyes that made me shiver to my knees.

His tall horns seemed to dominate the room and made me shirk back.

I was trapped in his cell, and he had claimed me.

He had won in the pits — even if it had been in an underhanded way.

I belonged to him.

And there was nothing I could do to stop him as he converged on me.

He lifted the negligee off over my head and let it fall to the ground.

I wrapped my arms around myself to conceal my nakedness.

He snorted, and when I looked up, I found he was glaring at me.

I slowly released my arms and let them fall by my sides.

I met his eyes as they slid over my face, down my throat, over the swell of my breasts, down to my sex, to my toes, and back up again.

A pleased smile came to his lips.

And then the blood-engorged the swell in the front of his pants even further, and I knew I must have pleased him.

He took me by the arm and led me to his bed.

He placed me on it before falling to his knees and placing his face at the apex of my thighs.

He didn't lick or kiss it - Tix just sniffed it.

He was there for some time, breathing me in with great big deep gulps and exhaling with a satisfied growl.

Then he leaned forward and traced his tongue through that sensitive apex.

Soft and gentle at first, before he quickly worked himself up into a frenzy, my pussy responding by flooding with cum.

I could feel my inner muscles slowly begin to relax and invite him in with each stroke of his tongue.

Within a few moments, a moan that I'd thought was trapped escaped my lips; this was the sign he was looking for.

His scaly arm reached up, and his hand pinched my nipples soft, and then hard… until I shrieked with the ecstasy of it.

When he heard that, he looked up and grinned, the shine of me on his lips, before he pinched harder and went back for seconds.

My whole body turned tense again until; finally, my pussy began to clench - I knew an orgasm was on the way.

He must have sensed it as he kept on attacking me with his vicious tongue, giving me no leeway at all.

And finally, it happened, my eyes bulging with surprise.

My body bucked, and my hips ground into his face, and he was there to lap at me with every convulsion.

Once I lay back, melting into the fabric of the bed's sheet, Tix stood up and let his pants fall to the floor.

His cock sprung out, bouncing at having been released.

And my eyes grew even wider.

He was huge.

How was he supposed to get inside me?

He dropped to his knees and placed himself at my entrance.

I leaned up onto my elbows.

I had to see this.

He eased the head of his huge cock inside me, shimmying his hips side to side until the tip was inside.

Tix had to rearrange my legs so they were spread further apart so he could angle himself.

Then, holding onto my feet, he began to slowly push his hips forward.

I slapped a hand on the bed, but he paid it no mind.

Every time I thought he had entered as far as he could, he kept pushing to all-new depths.

My head flopped back, and I shook my head as if telling myself that I couldn't take it anymore, that there was no way I could endure it…

And then he pushed some more.

Already a fresh burst of sweat sprung up across my body in tiny beads.

"Mmmm," Tix said, now inside me balls deep.

He leaned down and kissed me on the lips. "You are a surprising little one."

And then he began to pulse inside me.

My breaths hitched in my throat, and my hands snapped out and grabbed at the blankets, grasping great handfuls of them.

He rolled his hips before pulling back and slamming hard into me.

Each stroke was a heavy slap that brought black spots to my vision.

I wailed, and he caught it on my lips and gripped my hips to drive into me even harder.

I gasped as he took all his anger and frustration out on me, pounding me.

I was at his whim, at his full use… and he intended on using me for his full satisfaction.

He flipped me over and entered me from behind, sliding effortlessly into me and plumbing all new depths.

I wailed into the blankets as he hammered me, making me orgasm again and again until I could bear it no longer.

Finally, he grunted loudly, his mouth at my ear, and he reached around, cupping my breasts in one hand and reaching down to rub at my clit with the other as he drove into me deeper and spilled his seed inside me.

He turned my face toward him and planted a kiss on my mouth.

Round one was over.

And round two was just around the corner.

* * *

HoldingTix's hand felt like an intimate secret, an unspoken promise.

The warmth of his fingers around mine was both reassuring and exciting, sending a cascade of tingling sensations up my arm.

"Are you ready?" Tix's voice whispered close, carrying with it a faintly earthy allure that strangely calmed my nerves.

I gave a hesitant nod, my heart fluttering. "This is all new to me. Dreamwalking with someone else, I mean. I usually feel so isolated when I enter the dreamworld."

His fingers tightened around mine, a reassuring gesture. "The physical touch in our world," he motioned to our hands, "strengthens our bond in the dreamscape. Trust me."

And how could I not after the drilling he had given me?

It had been hard, visceral, powerful.

But not without affection.

Even when he plowed me with his enormous cock, he would run a thumb down my cheek, would kiss me gently on my forehead as he speared me mercilessly.

As we descended into the dreamworld, the tapestry of emotions and sensations was unlike anything I'd ever experienced.

Sounds were clearer, feelings magnified.

Suddenly, we were standing in the prison's fighting pits.

The gravity of the scene, the raw intensity of emotions, was palpable. "Oh, my," I breathed, overwhelmed. "It's so… visceral. It's nothing like the detached view we get from the Prize Pool."

Tix nodded. "When you dreamwalk, you can get the authentic essence. No filters. Just pure, raw emotion."

Exploring further, Tix led me to the observation room.

Here, the atmosphere shifted from chaotic to controlled.

There was a huge window that looked out on Ikmal's landscape, distant stars glittering coldly.

Tix, his presence a comforting constant, explained:

"In some ways, the dreamworld mirrors our perceptions, our memories. It's malleable, but there are bounds."

I took a deep breath, taking in the spectacular scene.

We shared a long look, one where words became superfluous.

He leaned in, his voice a hushed promise. "Together, we can explore the depths of this world and many others out there."

I grinned, emboldened by his confidence. "Lead on, dreamwalker."

I felt connected to Tix in ways I couldn't completely explain or understand.

Had it been the sex?

Or was there something else that linked us?

Some bond that transcended the confines of our prison and existed only here in the dreamworld?

* * *

We had dreamwalkedto different areas of the prison, but what Tix showed me next, after my simple queries, was a complete departure from the cold confines of the jail.

The shift in the atmosphere was so tangible it was as if I'd been physically transported.

Lush fields stretched infinitely under a rich amber sky.

Three suns bathed the scene in a warm, tri-colored glow.

The light, which would've been blinding on any other planet, had a muted, pastel quality to it, bathing everything in a soft glow.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"This is my home. Or at least, it used to be."

Tix's voice had a distant quality to it as if he was speaking from across the span of time and space.

Intrigued, I followed him as he led the way towards towering cliffs.

Each step seemed to cover miles — maybe even hundreds of miles — and drew us closer to those distant rocks.

The formations weren't the dull gray I was accustomed to and instead shimmered with hints of gold and jade, reflecting the light from the three suns above.

Embedded within the cliffs was a sprawling network of caves. "That's where I grew up," Tix pointed.

The entrance to his cave home was adorned with intricate carvings, symbols, and signs in a language foreign to me.

As we entered, the temperature dropped, and I suddenly missed the warmth outside.

My fingers brushed against the walls, feeling the rough textures and the tiny ridges of the carvings.

My ears caught the faint, soothing sounds of distant water drips.

The cave was surprisingly spacious and divided into different sections reminiscent of rooms.

Each section told a story of laughter, family gatherings, heartbreak, and of dreams.

In one corner stood a loom with half-finished fabrics, the colors vibrant and the patterns exquisite.

They felt soft to touch, like gossamer threads interwoven with dreams.

"Did your family make these?" I asked, taking in the tapestries that adorned the walls, the tablecloths, and even the beddings.

"Yes," Tix's eyes glinted with pride. "It's a family trade, passed down through generations. My mother was especially skilled. Every pattern tells a story, a legend of our people."

We left the cave, and he led me to the fields he once worked on.

Rows upon rows of curious-looking plants spread before us, their leaves a deep shade of purple and their flowers a fiery red.

They emitted a strange soft, musical hum, and when I bent down to touch one, it vibrated gently, sending ripples of sound that played with the songs of its neighboring plants.

The earth beneath my feet was moist and spongy, and I couldn't resist digging my fingers in, feeling the cool, damp soil.

"These fields," Tix said, looking out at them with a mix of fondness and sorrow, "they sustained us. But they also bound us."

The weight of unspoken dreams hung thickly.

Tix, despite the otherworldly beauty of his home, seemed trapped by its traditions and expectations.

He took me by the hand, and the world shimmered in that way it always did in the dreamworld when I shifted.

Now we were sat on the edge of a cliff overlooking the fields we had occupied just a moment earlier, legs dangling, the wind carrying tales of ancient times and lost dreams.

The tri-colored day gave way to a deep blue night dotted with a million twinkling stars.

Tix took a deep breath, his eyes on the horizon. "You know, I always loved working those fields. However, deep down, I always wanted something else, something more."

I turned to look at him, our eyes meeting in silent understanding.

Underneath the skies, amidst memories of another time, two souls connected, yearning for more, always searching for something beyond the familiar fields of their lives.

* * *

Our journey took a moreintimate turn next.

In an instant, the vast expanses vanished, replaced by the serene quietness of a thick, ethereal forest.

The trees here weren't the green I was used to but rather a beautiful iridescent hue, each leaf shimmering with colors from a forgotten rainbow.

"Where are we now?" I whispered, my voice hushed in reverence to the place.

"This," Tix began, "is where I truly understood who I was. It's the place of my first real connection, both in body and mind."

His words carried an undertone of melancholy.

The air seemed thicker here, charged with memories and moments.

As we walked deeper into the forest, the canopy above filtered the light in dappled patterns, casting fleeting shadows on Tix's face.

Each step made a soft, resonating sound as if the forest itself was humming a song of remembrance.

We reached a clearing with a calm, still pond in its center.

The water was crystal clear, revealing pebbles and fish in colors I'd never seen.

The scents of the forest intensified here — a blend of wildflowers, the earthiness of damp wood, and a hint of something uniquely alien.

Tix's eyes were distant as he spoke. "Here, amidst this serenity, I felt the true depth of my abilities. It was the first time I was with a female. I dreamwalked unintentionally, our souls intertwined so deeply that the very fabric of reality seemed to blur."

I looked at him, my heart swelling with an emotion I couldn't quite name.

It was a mix of empathy, longing, and a desire to understand the depths of this male who'd become so central to my existence in such a short time.

Before I could process my feelings, I found myself being drawn to him, and our lips met.

The sensation was unlike any other.

It wasn't just the physical touch of lips, but it felt like our very souls were merging.

A warmth spread from the point of contact, radiating through my entire being.

The taste of the kiss was an enigma, a blend of sweet and spicy, of familiar and foreign.

It tasted like Tix's memories, like his joys and sorrows, like every moment he had ever lived.

The forest around us seemed to come alive, the trees swaying gently as if dancing to the rhythm of our hearts.

The pond's water rippled, sending concentric waves that mirrored the waves of emotions crashing over us.

In this dreamworld, sensations were heightened.

The touch of Tix's hands on my face felt like a caress of silk and velvet, cool and warm simultaneously.

The sound of our breaths became a symphony, each exhale a note of yearning, each inhale a testament to the newfound connection.

Time, as it often does in dreams, seemed to stretch and contract.

That single kiss felt like a fleeting second and an eternity all at once.

Every sense was heightened, every emotion magnified.

The world outside, the prison, the battles, everything seemed inconsequential in the face of the magic of that moment.

As we slowly parted, our foreheads resting against each other, the intensity of the kiss lingered.

A soft glow enveloped us, the dreamworld's testament to the connection we'd just shared.

It wasn't just a kiss.

It was an exploration, an understanding, a promise.

It was magic, pure and unbridled.

And as the glow around us slowly faded, the feeling of the kiss remained, burning brightly, a beacon in the dreamworld and beyond.

* * *

With the remnantsof our ethereal kiss still tingling on my lips, I opened my eyes, half-expecting to be still surrounded by the iridescent forest.

Instead, I was greeted by a familiar view.

Trees with green leaves, the sun shining brightly overhead, and the distant sound of city life.

I blinked, trying to adjust to the shift.

It felt as if I had been jerked from one world into another without any warning.

The softness of grass tickled my bare feet, honeysuckle wafting through the air, tinged with the unmistakable hint of rain.

It was Earth.

More specifically, it was the park near my childhood home.

Beside me, Tix looked around with curiosity. "Where have you taken us?" he asked.

I swallowed the sudden lump in my throat. "Home," I whispered.

The last time I'd been in this park was before the abduction before everything had turned upside down.

It felt surreal.

The distant sound of children laughing and the faint chirping of birds.

A flood of memories threatened to overwhelm me.

Without realizing it, my feet carried me to a familiar spot — a secluded area surrounded by tall hedges where the sun created dappled patterns on the ground.

A hidden paradise within the vast park.

"This is where…" My voice trailed off as memories surged forth. "This is where I had my first kiss."

The bittersweet tinge of nostalgia mixed with the fresh smell of the Earth grounded me, connecting me to this place.

Tix's gaze softened.

He reached out, placing his fingertips gently against my temple. "Picture him. The boy you kissed. Remember every detail."

Closing my eyes, I dove deep into the recesses of my mind, conjuring up the image of a lanky teenager with a mischievous smile, freckles scattered across his nose, and hazel eyes that always sparkled with mischief.

I remembered the fluttery feeling in my stomach, the nervous anticipation, and the electrifying touch of our lips meeting for the first time.

When I opened my eyes, I gasped.

Standing in front of me wasn't Tix, the dreamwalker with his unique charm and power.

Instead, it was him.

The boy from my past.

Everything was the same — the freckles, the twinkling hazel eyes, even the slight crookedness of his smile.

The only difference was the boy's skin which had the same luminescent quality as Tix's, giving him an otherworldly glow.

"Wha… How did you do that?" I stammered, my eyes wide with amazement.

I reached out tentatively, touching his face.

The skin was smooth and cool, and I could feel the underlying structure of Tix.

The appearance was all too familiar.

Tix — looking every bit the boy from my past — grinned. "Like it?"

I laughed, the sound light and carefree. "It's uncanny!" I clapped my hands in delight, reveling in the strange yet comforting mix of past and present. "You even got his awkward posture right!"

The doppelganger in front of me chuckled, the sound echoing with the dual tones of my teenage crush and the dreamwalker I was growing fond of.

"I must admit," Tix said, the lilt of his voice blending seamlessly with the memory of the boy's, "it's quite fun to see myself through your eyes. Your memories are so vivid, so full of emotion. It's intoxicating."

We spent a few more moments in the park, lost in memories and sensations.

The soft chirping of crickets, the distant hum of city life, and the tantalizing rain mingling with the earth all added to the surrealness of the experience.

Finally, with a hint of reluctance, Tix began to shift back, his features melting and reforming until he stood before me in his original form.

His piercing blue eyes met mine, the corners crinkling in amusement.

"In the dreamworld, Grace," he said, his voice deep and resonant, "many things are possible. And it seems you have yet to explore a great many of them."

As I looked into those eyes, feeling the weight of that statement and the infinite possibilities it suggested, I realized that our journey together had only just begun.