Thread: Summoning an Incubus. |Lagertha x HoldTheDoor|

Hours had seemingly passed, and midnight quickly turned to three a.m before he had even stepped through the portal. It was the difference in time, the illusion of it between dimensions. Though he had her call right away, on Earth where time was relevant, some moments had passed. Luna was fast asleep, dreaming she was dancing in a hall with a beautiful blue gown, dancing alone in the golden hall. Her body had only reacted to the warmth of his presence, tensing a bit at the strange touching he did to her body as she slept. Him entering had caused her to roll on her back, staring up at the ceiling with closed eyes as she slept. He had changed her dream them, warping it from her careless and free dancing dream to the ritual she had made. Though he too of course had changed that. Luna felt weird in her dream, her brows furrowing in real life. It was abnormal for her to dream such naughty things, and she never really touched herself all that much. So him making her do such lewd things, and then lewd acts with the version of him in her dream defiantly was something different. It wasn't like Luna didn't look at porn, or watch porn and wish she was that woman, but having the acts done to her in a dream was different. It didn't take long, for her body to react in the living world, wetness started creeping between her legs, her nipples hardened and Luna found herself quite turned on. She squirmed on her bed, whining and on the verge of waking. No doubt she would have woken herself in no time to deal with the issue if it lasted much longer, but that wouldn't be what woke her up. The knock on her door by her brother made her jump, sitting up abruptly with large eyes. She scanned the room quickly, regaining herself as her brother tuned in on the other side of the door. Hey Luna, where do you keep your toilet paper? I also need the stuff for the laundry, and I can't find your laundry room. Timothy said gruffly. Luna's tensed body sighed, though she knew she couldn't go out there like this. She shook her head, closing her eyes for a second and letting out a large sigh. You scared the living crap out of me. Luna proclaimed as she climbed out of bed opening her closet to pull on her robe. It was a long thing, gaudy and ugly, but her mother had picked it out so she always wore it..well when people visited since she preferred to sleep naked. I thought you were the boogeyman coming to eat my soul. Luna grunted, pulling open the door after tying the belt together. She knew she was wet, she could feel her own arousal, but she was annoyed her brother was there. Luna pulled the toilet paper out of his laundry closet, before moving past her art room to a little room next to it, the laundry room. Everything was neat, a few plants along a shelf, the black washer and dryer, there was a laundry basket in the corner, tide pods and unstoppables on another shelf above the two machines. That's everything Tim Tim, you need anything else? Timothy smiled, pulling one of the laundry baskets out of the laundry room and carrying it out. Nope! Thanks Sista Cheese! Timothy called, Luna grunted frustrated. She was muttering as she entered her room, closing the door and locking it again. Her eyes were barely opened but she pulled off her robe and threw it on the ground. Luna looked at the clock, 320a.m., Luna grunted again yawning. She climbed on her bed, resting her back against the wall and the pillow between her and the wall. Luna stared forward, shrugging her shoulders. Luna leaned forward, slipping her underwear to her ankles. Luna found herself closing her eyes, she didn't know why she had the dream, or why she couldn't resist the urge to touch herself, but she needed this. It had been a frustrating month, and her fingers had easily found how moist she was. Her wetness sunk into the sheets below, her clit was erect with her nipples, and Luna found herself stroking her clit. Luna thought it would take longer than this to work herself up, but it only took a few minutes of panting open mouthed to feel the tingling between her legs. Her brows furrowed, and as she started making noise, she found herself cupping her mouth with her other hand to keep quiet. She was drooling, sweating and causing the lingerie to stick to her more fiercely. Her muscles were tightening in her leg as she whimpered and groaned. Luna found herself biting on her bottom lip, stroking herself faster and harder as the orgasm overtook her, forcing her stomach to arch up, for her to slip down on the bed as her body shook. Her pussy pulsated with her orgasm as she cried against her hand, every muscle tensing. It only took a minute, of her stroking herself through her orgasm before she slipped onto the sheets, exhausted with a incoherent gaze at the ceiling, some of her hair clung to her as she gasped.