movement with his tongue, spearing into her mouth, grinding his lips against hers. His flesh hummed. He rumbled with pleasure.
His fantasy female not only took everything he gave her, she lifted into his advances, curled her tongue around his. Sweat slicked their skin. He owned her with deep, hard strokes, knowing he couldn’t hurt her, releasing the most primitive part of him, not holding anything back.
She trembled, so small, so delicate under him, and he defiled her like the beast he was. He dragged his teeth over her chin, along her neck. Her pussy walls closed around his shaft, snapping more of his restraint.
He took her harder, faster, grunting with that effort. She panted and bounced her heels against his ass cheeks, urging him to give her more.
Zondoo. It was a wonder she didn’t shatter. No real female could absorb the ferocity of their rutting. He gave her everything he had.
“Tolui.” His name said in that husky voice of hers crazed him.
It was his cock inside her pussy, his form dominating hers. He, a clone, was claiming her—an exquisite human female—as his. She recognized that fact, accepted his possession of him.
That fantastical occurrence drove him toward the edge.
His base swelled. That had never happened to him, not even in his dreams.
It only occurred when a Chamele met his gerel, the one female meant for him. He was a clone, not a Chamele, and she wasn’t his gerel.
But this was his fantasy. Anything could happen.
He drove fully into her, touching virgin flesh, sank his teeth into the curve where her neck met her shoulder, and came hard. Cum shot from his tip. Bliss bombarded him. The metallic taste of blood coated his tongue.
Fantasy Lea screamed, bucked upward, clenching his shaft. Another wave of ecstasy hit him, more intense than the first.
It must have been too much for his imagination. Weariness leveled him. He collapsed. Before he collided with his female, darkness rose up to meet him.
His dream world went silent and still.
His next experience was a container being pressed against his lips. Liquid flowed into his mouth. It had a fresh flavor. He swallowed again and again and again.
It was several moments before his thirst was quenched. His throat had been unbearably dry. And he was engulfed in flames again, the heat licking at him.
The air smelled of his little female. His nostrils flared as he breathed in her musk. His need for liquid morphed into a need for her.
He smacked the container away from him. Metal clinked against stone.
“Hey.” She wasn’t visible. He was shrouded in darkness again. But he heard the frown in her voice. “You need to drink if you want to heal.”
Healing would happen. He reached out, wanting to taste her.
His fingertips grazed soft skin.
She trembled. “What are you doing?”
If she had to ask that question, he wasn’t doing it right. Tolui laid her upon the floor, moved down her form. His hands navigated a slender waist, the flare of hips.
“Oh.” Her tone was tinged with wonder. “You’re horny again.” She sighed. “I hope you don’t regret this when you recover.”
What male would ever regret rutting with a female like her?
Not him.
He slid his hands under her ass, lifting her. Zondoo. She smelled good.
“You’re conscious.” She wiggled. “I’m grateful for that.”
He wasn’t conscious. She was in his dream, and she was moving too much for his preference. He growled his disapproval and cuffed her ass. Hard.
She sucked in her breath and stopped moving.
That was better. He hooked her legs over his shoulders, spreading her thighs, bent his head, and licked her from taint to clit.
“Yes.” She bucked. Her pussy lips smacked his chin. “I’m grateful, so very grateful.”
She was delicious. He rumbled his appreciation, buried his face in her wetness and feasted, sucking and licking and nipping at her pussy folds.
“Tolui.” She twisted in his hands. “Ohhh…” His little female dripped for him, providing all the liquid a Warlord like him would ever need. “Ahhh…”
He pushed his tongue into her entrance, laving her inner walls, rubbing the tip of his nose against her clit. A keening noise emerged from her lips. His female trembled. Her thighs closed around his skull.
His dream Lea was stronger than he expected. She could smother him with her slight form, and he couldn’t imagine a better way to die.
He pulsated his tongue in and out of her pussy, mimicking rutting. She pumped her hips to the same rhythm. Her quivering intensified. She wouldn’t need much more to push her over the edge.
That