Beast of Dreams

by Cynthia Williams

  Her sexual perfume, telling him that the onset of estrus had already begun, teased his sensitive nostrils. He closed his eyes as the primitive desire to mate with her almost overwhelmed him. He promised himself he would see to his needs after he first gave her the peace of mind she needed.

  A quick perusal of her tent showed her environmental suit neatly folded near the wall on the left side of the domed tent. A small lamp sat next to her sleeping bag on a short flat table, casting a soft glow in the tent’s interior. Her backpack and other items were all neatly stacked. He smiled at the care she gave to her possessions.

  Karrick turned and looked down upon her, her curvaceous body enclosed in the large sleeping bag. She lay there quietly breathing, her head resting against her forearm and one leg drawn up, lying on her stomach. He thought of how beautiful, yet fragile, she looked. He crouched down and ran his hands along the sides of her sleeping bag, and was glad to find that she had left one side open. The smile in his eyes contained a sensual flame. This would be helpful later, after he concluded her healing dream.

  He quietly lay down next to her, on the side opposite from where she faced. He didn’t want a chance opening of her eyes to alert her to his presence.

  Closing his eyes, he forced sexual thoughts of her out of his head and meditated until his mind became blank. Slowly, with great precision, he allowed his mind to slowly seep into hers. He noted that her sleep was dreamless, her mind in the delta stage of resting, and her brain activity very calm. He gave her a soft mental nudge, and the delta and theta brain wave activity began to change over to the higher frequency of beta brain waves, bringing on REM (Rapid Eye Movement) sleep.

  With the care of a surgeon, Karrick touched upon memories of her father, awakening those synapses storing the information and feelings she had about him. He then stepped back, letting her weave the separate thoughts into a dream, and watched the scene forming in her mind.

  Amanda, her eyes filled with pain, stood in a white corridor facing her father, the floor covered with the bodies of dead wolfan, her hands reaching toward him.

  Karrick subtly inserted the thought that her father wanted to speak with her.

  “Amanda, did you listen to me? Did you go to Eridani as I asked?”

  “Yes. I went to Eridani, Dad. It’s very beautiful, here.”

  The corridor faded away and they were in a sunny glade. The air was sweet and the sounds of forest life played a music all their own. The joy of Amanda’s pleasure with the planet washed away some of the earlier pain, bringing a small smile to her face. She held out her fingers to feel the breezes gently swaying the lush vegetation surrounding the clearing.

  Her father caught her eyes and looked at her solemnly, walking away from her, and cupped his hand to her in an invitation to follow him. She ran after him and together they walked hand-in-hand into the forest. Soon they came upon piles of debris, of what clearly were the remains of a spaceship.

  “Somewhere in here is the answer,” her father said.

  “But how can I find out, if they’re all dead?”

  “Perhaps not is all as it seems, Mandy. Open your mind,” he said with a smile.

  Hearing him call her Mandy, his favorite nickname for her, filled her with a bittersweet rush of yearning. “Dad, I was so wrong not to listen to you. I should have gone to Eridani right away. I am so sorry that you had to warn the wolfan on your own at the space observatory.”

  Karrick inserted the thought of her father loving her, protecting her, of wanting to keep her from harm.

  “Do you remember when you first started working for ExtraSol and I didn’t tell you that the Conglomerate had me under investigation?”

  “Yes…”

  “What did I tell you later, when it was over?”

  “You said that anyone you contacted, or who contacted you during that time, whether for politics, work, or personal reasons was also under investigation. You told me this was why you didn’t contact me.”

  “And what happened to Yasuyoshi Tanaka?”

  “He lost his businesses, and later committed suicide. You said that Yasuyoshi would never have killed himself, and that you thought the Conglomerate had him killed because they discovered he had donated large sums of money to help finance wolfan expeditions. Ones that searched for more planets that could be colonized.”

  “He was my friend, Amanda. The only reason the Conglomerate looked into his finances was because he chose to stand by me. His financial help to the wolfan was deeply covered, set up under accounts with false names. For them to find it, meant that they had to dig extremely deep.” He took her hand, the one he was already holding and pressed it against his chest. “I love you. Do you think I would risk you, the only child I have, to see you end up like Yasuyoshi?”

  “Do you forgive me for not heeding you right away?”

  “There is nothing to forgive,” he said, pulling her into his embrace.

  Karrick felt the tightness of her mind loosen. It was like a flower, tightly budded, loosening its petals, unfolding in all its glory. She had finally found her peace with her father.

  * * * * *

  Leaving only the most tenuous of contact points in her mind, he withdrew to allow her to finish processing the dream and to heal.

  He lay there quietly, feeling deeply satisfied, observing the natural progression of her brain activity back to the delta stage of sleep.

  Quietly undressing himself, he prepared himself for the next dream. He was determined to make her his mate and he had a plan that would ensure that would happen. When it was over, he hoped that she would be as enthralled with him as he was with her. Surely, if she knew they had a cub on the way, she would be thrilled, he thought. All the wolfan females in his pack always couldn’t wait to share the news that they’d “caught.”

  A new life was always welcomed in the pack. Every child born was a celebration and an affirmation that their kind would continue. His mouth curved into an unconscious grin, as he looked forward to impregnating her.

  To keep his mind occupied for the hour of rest he wanted her to have, he thought of her father’s dream comment that all was not as it seemed and that she should open her mind. He knew that part of what Jonathon had been trying to do was guide her to the fact that his family survived despite the evidence to the contrary. However, beyond that, he was not sure. He would just have to bring her to the compound and hope that she would be able to find something that would help rescue the wolfan from the Conglomerate.

  * * * * *

  Karrick waited until Amanda began entering another REM stage on her own. Again, he subtly entered her mind, careful to avoid any dream signs that might alert her that another presence was involved.

  Amanda sat on a soft navy blanket on the sandy shore of a lake, dressed in her shorts and tank top, causally tossing stones into the water. The setting sun cast a golden glow that brought out her beauty as she sat contemplating each throw.

  Karrick touched upon her memories of himself, awakening those synapses storing the information and feelings she had about him. He was curious to see what reactions and thoughts she would have about him. With a sense of anticipation, he watched her weave her concept of him into the dream.

  She turned her head to look down the shore, watching Karrick saunter toward her. Her whole being seemed to be filled with waiting as she watched him come closer. Slowly and seductively, his amber eyes, hot with desire, slid over the curve of her breasts and followed the long line of her legs. The passionate challenge in his eyes was answered by the feminine heat of her gaze.

  Masculine triumph filled Karrick’s heart, knowing that she found him so alluring.

  Reaching her, Karrick crouched down in front of her, his nostrils flaring slightly. His lust-filled eyes gazed at her intently. “I smell your heat for me. Your scent makes me want to do unspeakably wicked things to you.”

  Amanda felt her nipples harden in response to Karrick’s lustful summons. Reaching up, she wrapped an arm around his neck,
pulling him down for a torrid kiss. Karrick moved his mouth over hers, devouring its softness. Pushing her back against the blanket, he moved his body so the heaviness of his cock pressed against the juncture between her thighs.

  Karrick decided that now was a good time to interject his true presence into the dream. He mentally climbed inside Amanda’s dream version of himself, careful so she wouldn’t notice.

  Karrick thrust his tongue into her mouth, tasting the sweet essence of her. Amanda moaned, curling her arms around his neck, digging her fingers deep into the fur on his back. The leather breechclout, covering his hardened cock, was not a welcome obstruction so he pushed himself up from her to reach down and untie the stays, yanking it off.

  Amanda gasped at the sight of his swollen cock and reached down to grab its fullness within her hand. Karrick endured a wave of lust as he felt her push the furry sheath down, exposing more of his heavy, dark red penis. She released his mouth from their kiss and moved down to take the head of his cock in her mouth.

  She took her mouth off his penis briefly to push him down on his back, and sat on her knees between his legs, wrapping both hands around the circumference of his turgid member. Leaning down, she again took the pulsing head of his penis within her jaws and suckled the end, pushing and pulling the skin along the stem of his cock, milking him. He could feel his balls tightening, readying themselves for the coming explosion.

  He didn’t want to come like this, as enjoyable as it was. He had other plans for his sperm.

  Within the dream, Karrick lifted her and turned her over onto her stomach, settling her on her hands and knees so he could take her from behind.

  Parallel to the dream, in the real physical world, Karrick slid under the covers of the sleeping bag. He moved in a straddled crouch over the still sleeping Amanda who still slept quietly upon her stomach caught up in the vivid, erotic dream. With one part of his mind, he noted the slight muscle twitches and moans that signaled her deep entrancement within the dream. With the other part of his mind he still participated in the dream, readying himself to plunge into her tight wetness. He tightened the control the dream had over her so that she would not notice the small changes in her environment that he was about to make.

  The aroma of her arousal drove him wild. Her swollen folds and the scent emanating from her feminine core were heavy with pheromones, indicating her highly fertile state.

  He slid a hand underneath her stomach, splaying his fingers wide as he pulled her up, pushing her knees up under her so her ass was pushed upward for easy access to her vagina. She still wore the silky boxer shorts and he debated whether to remove them or not.

  Concerned that disrobing her would waken her from the dream, he decided to test the fabric strength to see if it would tear easily. The fabric was far too strong, something that did not surprise him, suspecting that she’d made sure that her clothes would hold up well for her expeditions. He then stroked a finger underneath the hem of the shorts, wondering if he might be able to leave them on. He judged them loose enough that he could slide his cock underneath the leg openings and plunge himself into her wet core.

  Inside her dream, he pushed aside one of her leg openings and slid the tip of his turgid cock into the entrance of her pussy.

  At the same time in the physical world, he slid his hand over the silky fabric covering her tight buttocks, enjoying the feeling of her curved bottom. He pulled the crotch of the boxers aside and slid the head of his cock into the hot, wet folds of her pussy.

  Both worlds merged into one as he plunged deep within her tight wetness, driving his cock in all the way to his balls.

  At this she woke, answering his lustful summons with her shuddering moans beneath him. She had been preconditioned in the dream to accept this act and the dream melted into reality seamlessly.

  The soft wet tightness of her vagina gripped his cock firmly as he pistoned himself harder and harder into her, driving the cock in as deeply as he could. He buried himself up to her cervix, the tip of his cock rubbing against the opening to her womb.

  Amanda enjoyed the heavy, thick cock thrusting into her wet vagina, turned on by the warm animal smell of Karrick surrounding her. Nothing existed for her but the feeling of him penetrating her and thrusting in her. It was delicious and she wanted more.

  After several minutes she felt a sudden thickening of his cock, near the base of it. The pressure of it was almost painful and it felt like Karrick was trying to insert the engorged base into her opening.

  “I want to come in you, baby, will you let me?”

  “Yes, but is that width at the base of your cock what I think it is?”

  “Yes. It might hurt a bit when it first slides in. You’ve given me a massive knot,” Karrick said.

  Amanda arched her back so he would have a better angle to penetrate her pussy. His growl answered her as Karrick swooped down and bit into the skin between her neck and shoulder, pinning her to the floor. His powerful thighs pushed hers together, locking them into position while he kept thrusting his cock deeper into her. She felt a sharp pain in the moment he embedded the knot into her tight opening.

  Amanda gloried in the powerful strokes hammering away in her. She could feel him atop her, holding her firmly down while he had his way with her. Karrick was ravishing her and she loved it.

  Knotted up in her, he continued the rocking motion he had begun earlier while he smeared wet juices dripping from her cunt over her swollen labia and clitoris. He kept the fervid rubbing motion going over her clitoris, determined to make Amanda come. He was reaching the point where he could no longer hold off filling her pussy with his sperm.

  His domination of her enthralled her on a primeval level, and Amanda felt the flush of heat building up in her toward an intense climax.

  A red haze of lust seeped into Karrick’s mind and the beast took over control. He had meant to coax Amanda into letting him come in her, but now the primitive need to mate with her overrode all rational thought.

  Nothing else existed except his need to fuck her mercilessly and fill her with his seed. He kept thrusting his embedded cock as deep as it would go into her tight hole. Soon, his thrusts became uneven, more frantic, and rougher, as he came close to spilling his sperm. Her swollen tissues, engorged from estrus, continued to grip him tightly.

  Amanda heard the building volume of a long, harsh growl from Karrick just before she felt once again the plunge of his fangs deep into her neck, followed by the hot flood of his sperm filling her vagina. The erotic pain of his fangs, and the wet warmth and pressure from his copious sperm, drove her over the edge into a mind-numbing orgasm.

  * * * * *

  After several minutes, the languorous, creamy feeling of satiation began to dissipate enough so that Amanda could speak. “I feel like all my bones just melted.”

  Karrick, who was still embedded in her, leaned his head down to look at the happy, satisfied expression on her sweaty face. His eyes held a sparkle of mischief. “Hey, does this count as our second date?”

  “It’s not a date unless I get fed and you give me a bouquet of flowers. I have standards.”

  “I promise I’ll do better. Tomorrow morning I’ll cook breakfast for you.”

  “If it comes out of a preserve container, it doesn’t count.”

  “Oh, you’ll like what I have for you much better, I promise.”

  “How long do we need to stay like this?”

  “You mean tied together?”

  “Yes. It’s been at least a few minutes.”

  He pulled himself out of her and a large gush of sperm flowed out of her vagina, soaking the hair of her pussy, her inner thighs, and worse, the sleeping bag beneath. The look on her face was resigned when she turned around and faced him. “I’m not cleaning this up. Hot sex in the middle of the night was your idea.”

  “Got some towels? I’ll wipe this up as much as possible and turn it inside out. I promise I’ll take care of it for you in the morning.”

  Amanda fisted her
hands into his mane and pulled him down for a slow, hungry kiss.

  Chapter 7

  The next morning, Amanda sat up and stretched in her sleeping bag, feeling a bit sore but totally satiated. She remembered feeling deeply contented after Karrick made love with her last night. She also enjoyed having him sleep with her later. He held her in his arms all night, enveloping her in his furry warmth. She couldn’t remember ever having such a relaxing sleep.

  She remembered having several dreams last night and it seemed like Karrick was with her the entire time in her mind. One thing she noticed when she got up was that she felt at peace. Usually, a pang of regret would intrude in her thoughts as she readied herself for the day, a penance for failing her father when he needed her most. Today, it was like that thought was completely erased. She only felt happy.

  Something about her sudden change in outlook teased her brain. She knew that it might lead somewhere, and she tried to concentrate on that thought. However, the delicious smell of frying bacon distracted her, and curiosity sent her investigating the source of the mouth-watering aroma. She scooted out of the bag and crawled on all fours to peek out of the insect netting.

  She heard the sound of someone scraping the contents of a pan onto a dish, before noticing Karrick sitting at a small campfire cooking breakfast just outside the security perimeter.

  “Would you like some salt and pepper on your eggs? Actually, it’s not pepper but the powder of a very spicy herb.”

  “Yes, I would very much like eggs, bacon, and whatever else you have there. Let me get dressed and I’ll be right out,” she said, already salivating.

  Karrick watched Amanda slip back in the tent. Nearby was a bouquet of wildflowers he’d picked earlier. He didn’t have a vase so he tied them around the base with a strip of leather, neatly tied into a bow.