Chapter 6. Dream
Dream
After visiting Darth's wolgan sculpture, Hera couldn't help but picture her favourite red wolf in detail.
With the moonlight at midnight, Hera gradually fell into a deep sleep.
Hera opened her eyes, and she found herself in a deep mountain, and she seemed to be looking for something.
As Hera trudged through the dense forests, the winds picked up, and dark clouds gathered overhead. A storm was brewing, and she knew that she had to find shelter before it hit. With each step, she felt her fear increasing, knowing that she was lost and alone in the mountains.
The rain started to fall, heavy and unrelenting, soaking her clothes and hair. Hera could hardly see a few feet in front of her, and she stumbled over rocks and tree roots as she tried to make her way through the thick underbrush.
Suddenly, her foot slipped, and she tumbled down the steep slope.
“AHHHH’ Hera screamed hopelessly, ‘Help!’
She rolled and bounced down the mountain, her body battered and bruised, and she came to a halt just inches from the edge of a cliff. Hera lay there, feeling hopeless and defeated, and she wondered if she would ever make it out alive.
But then, she heard a roar, and a massive wolgan descended from the sky. It swooped down and caught her in its powerful talons, lifting her up and away from the precipice.
Hera was in awe, never before having seen such a magnificent wolgan up close.
This was her favorite wolgan, something she had searched for in her whole life.
Finally!She saw a real one.
The wolgan carried her to a hidden cave deep within the mountains. It curled around her protectively, as if guarding its own precious treasure. Hera stroked its scales, feeling the warmth of its body as it wrapped its tail around her.
But then, something strange happened. The wolgan began to shift and change, its form becoming more human-like with each passing moment. Eventually, it transformed into a naked man, and Hera gasped in surprise.
The man looked like the same as Darth.
"Darth, is that you?" Hera asked.
"I'm Magnus" the man replied.
He approached Hera with a gentle smile. He was tall and muscular, with piercing dark eyes, a pointed nose, and light skin.
Hera found it very strange that he was obviously the same as Darth, so why did he call himself Magnus, but since this was in a dream, she quickly ignored it.
Hera found herself drawn to him, feeling a strange attraction that she couldn't quite explain.
Looking at his naked body, Hera couldn't help but blush and heartbeat.
"Magnus, thank you for saving me, I am Hera."
“I already knew you, Hera”Magnus smiled.
“WHAT?’ Hera felt more strange now.
Magnus changed the topic, “Do you feel cold? Come to sit beside me, I will warm you.”
Hera’s face turned red rose as Magnus is naked.
‘Come, you will get a cold.’
Hera couldn’t resist her desire to come close to him. She sat beside him and slightly touched his left hand.
But Magnus put his arms around her shoulders directly, and Hera's back fell into Magnus's arms.
Hera's face turned redder, but she did feel much warmer.
A gust of cold wind blew, and Hera couldn't help shrinking into Magnus' arms again. Hera looked at Magnus sheepishly, only to find that he was also looking at her. Magnus' eyes became extraordinarily deep, as if he wanted to swallow Hera into his body.
"Magnus" Hera read his name softly.
"Don’t call me by my name, or I'll kiss you," Magnus declared.
"Then, kiss me." Hera didn't know why she made such a request, asking a strange man to kiss her. But she clearly understands that this is what she wants in her heart.
She wanted Magnus to kiss her, to possess her, and she seemed to have expected it for a long time.
Magnus' eyes turned red, "Are you sure you want me to do this?"
"Yes"
Hera nodded, and Magnus' ferocious kisses fell like a rainstorm. He sucked Hera's lips until they turned red, and the delicate kisses moved from her lips to her neck and shoulders.
He roughly tore off Hera's clothes, and the two finally faced each other naked.
Sitting on his lap, Hera felt Magnus' cock against her lips, ready to go, and she couldn't help rubbing against it.
Magnus sucked desperately on her breasts, biting her nipples to taste, and slowly inserted his shaft into Hera's body.
"Do you want me in?"
"Yes, please"
Magnus moved deeply in Hera's body, and Hera's moan echoed in the cave, but the torrential rain outside prevented her moan from spreading.
As the rain continued to pour outside, Hera and Darth grew closer, their bodies entwining in a dance of passion and desire. They kissed and caressed each other, exploring each other's bodies with a hunger that could not be denied.
Hera woke up from her dream, her temples were damp and her cheeks were like roses. She had just dreamed of Darth and had sex with him in the cave.
Hera curled up under the blanket, feeling wet between her legs, she ran into the bathroom with a flushed face and took a shower to clear her mind.
It was almost dawn, and Hera also lost sleepiness. She came to the studio and drew the wolgan in her dream.
She also painted a portrait for Darth.
But on the name of the portrait, it was ‘Magnus’.