Thread: Hidden Treasures - Rainclouds X ForeverMischievous

A cool breeze on her face, it wasn't much to stir her attention, still in a pleasant dream of sitting on a grassy hill, wind passing her by as she enjoyed life without a worry, not realizing a demon was slinking closer and closer to her beside, eyes sizing her up as he approached, Freya remained motionless, even as her blanket slid down that young tight frame, revealing a taut, slender waist a flat stomach and wide hips. Her nightgown wasn't long, just reaching her mid thigh, her slender legs looked soft and supple, slowly her body was growing wary, feeling something closing in. Simple shifting of the bed caused her head to lull to once side, shivering slightly with the sudden lack of blanket on her form. Yet, a strange heat was replaced, the one of his body being so close yet not touching.. A tingle surged though her as he stroked her skin, the simple, gentle touch felt like heaven to her, dream blending into reality with the soft warmth. She wanted more of that sensation, that warmth, in her half-awake mind Freya inched closer, wanting to retain more body heat, more gentle touches. What was this? Her dreamed turned to a fuzzy warmth, blurring as she urged and craved more, to be touched everywhere, thoughts of feeling that soothing warm everywhere.. His whispered words resonated with her, like her subconscious calling upon her, anything.. It would be to live, to feel excitement and just experienced things.. Her slender arms slowly raised, wrapping around the warm torso of the incubus before her, raising her body up, soft breasts gently nudging his chest gingerly, her head nuzzling into the nape of his neck, she held him quite tightly, sliding her finger tips across his skin, her curious hands soon felt the wings upon his back. Slowly, bright blues began to open, fluttering in a groggy way, her opened eyes came to see a long stretch of wing at her finger tips, blinking lazily, she peeked back up to him, pulling back. Wings..? Her voice was soft and light, rubbing at her eyes, Am I still asleep..? She asked herself on top of that, seeming to be confused, she'd slipped back down against the bed fully again, her eyes sliding over his features many times but still no believing it, this was her room.. A man loomed over her plain as day, but he had wings protruding from his back, she could only see till his lower torso but it seemed he wasn't wearing a thread of clothing, this essence he gave off sultry, as well as his facial expression. Slowly, the innocent girl reached up, her finger tips sliding down his cheek this time, falling off his chin as she reached it. Warm.. She seemed a bit distance, touching her own cheek where he had touched now, peeking up to him shyly, Maybe you're death come to carry me away? She joked a bit tastelessly, it couldn't possibly be real.. She must be dreaming. But her curious fingers carried on, tracing his lips curiously, soft, she let out a soft sigh. I want to feel more warmth.. She whispered up to him softly, seeming to be dreamy, out of it.. Still thinking this had simple transitioned to a more odd dream.. Sexual frustration oozed from the girl, she craved attention, never being touched sensually by the opposite sex or even given the time of day to mingle, a curvacious, young body like hers ready to be teased and deflowered.