"Haah..." Stelle whimpers as she bucks into Kafka's hand. Her lips are latched onto Kafka's tit, tongue swirling around it as she softly moans into it. Kafka's finger curls inside of Stelle, "fuck! Please... please please let me cum...". Kafka lets out a laugh. "Alright, cmon baby come for me... come for me darling." Stelle's core swirls, her moans getting louder as she arches. "K-kafka...!", she huffs out her name like a prayer. But then a dark room fills her senses.
She looks around the room to get a grasp on what had just happened. She feels a sticky substance on her shorts, making her look under the blanket on her bed.
Fuck. She had come untouched all thanks to a stupid wet dream about the woman she was supposed to hate.
Fuck Penacony and its stupid fucking dreams. As she silently curses herself the knob to her door twists as the creaking of the door opening makes a noise. A magenta haired woman looks at Stelle with a slight smile on her face. Is this a joke? As if on cue in some comedy show the woman she had a wet dream about had just comically showed up to her door.
A stifled laugh irrupts out of Stelles throat at the absurdity of the situation. Her mouth refused to expel words out of her mouth, the woman in front of her was gorgeous. It was an unexpected visit, but more of an unexpected visitor. How did she arrive at the dreamscape?
The magenta haired woman in front of her was a view that men would marvel at and warble for. The destiny that was foretold to her was something Stelle was running from but now it's clear she's begun to run towards. A fish that caught the bait it was swimming from. A pattern she's seen with Kafka is her parting messages with Stelle.
"We're each other's destinies", she'd tell her before parting. It made so much sense and yet none at all, knowing that Kafka was the first thing she saw, the only person in the universe who truly knows who she is.
Kafka had also said that the conflict they face in the future is inevitable and destined. Does this count as a conflict? Being trapped in Kafka's grasp.
"Penacony is such a fickle place to get into... Do you know how hard it is to enter the dreamscape without being caught?", Kafka said to Stelle, her body resting against the doorframe of Stelle's room. "Hm... This room isn't too bad. Leaving you with the Astral Expressers definitely wasn't a bad decision on Elio's part".
She walks towards Stelle, watching as the gray haired girl gets defensive as her face scrunches and as she covers her body with a blanket. Stelle doesn't know what to do, or even how to react. "Cat got your tongue? It's really awful having to travel alone in silence to visit someone, only to be met with silence with the person who I wanted to visit", Kafka says, huffing a fake pout.
"What are you doing here Kafka? How'd you find me?", Stelle had finally found the words she wanted to say. Every time Stelle meets Kafka, she's breathless, not knowing whether its from her beauty or the uncertainty of innocence of her intentions. "Firefly told me that she had met you. I'm not part of this script... but I'd say that getting to see you is worth every uncertainty or concern for the future".
Stelle raises an eyebrow, Kafka smirks. "Were you dreaming about me?"
"What?", Stelle is shaken up by her question, why is she asking that? "Hah... You know it's hard to get into the dreamscape... Nevertheless, another person's dreams..." Kafka sinks her body into Stelle's bed, slowly crawling to her. "But then I found out that in-order to get in you have to know when the person is dreaming... As well as who they're dreaming of."
Of. Fucking. Course. It really just had to be this way.
Stelle's face flushes once more as her eyes escape Kafka's gaze. "Oh? Why so flustered?", Kafka questions with a sly look on her face. Kafka sits in front of Stelle looking at her cowering form.
"Nothing... it's nothing. I just didn't expect you." Stelle states. "A white lie? Alright I see how it is... Was it possible that you were not only dreaming of me... But something else as well?"
Fuck. "I...", Stelle tries to find a rebuttal, but not a single word comes out.
"Oh baby, I think I know what you were dreaming of now."
Kafka then cages Stelle and lifts the blanket off her swiftly. Stelle has never been so embarrassed in her life. The wet spot on her shorts and on the sheets is so embarrassingly evident it's obvious what she was dreaming of.
Kafka huffs out a laugh. "My intuition was correct, it appears... Needy for me, are you?", Kafka teases.
"Kafka... Please." Kafka raises an eyebrow, "please what?". Stelle avoids her gaze, "help me... please." Stelle rubs her thighs together, she's so incredibly aroused and yet embarrassed by this situation. A deafening silence arises in the room however and just as Stelle thinks Kafka's just going to leave, she speaks.
"Take off your shorts and spread your legs for me then, baby."
Stelle whimpers, she loves the dominating presence Kafka has over her, the control Kafka has. Stelle's hands reach for the waistband of her shorts and then takes them off - revealing her wet panties. "So wet baby... I wonder just what happened in that little dream of yours that got you oh so worked up..."
Kafka then presses a finger to Stelle's clit through her panties, the rough feeling her panties with the pressure of Kafka's finger made her let out a whimper. Kafka then begins to rub Stelle's clit teasingly, denying her what she truly wants by pausing to rub Stelle's slit. Stelle lets out a breathy moan of frustration and desperation.
"I wonder, from how needy you are right now... if I could make you cum from just this." As if just on cue she tugs Stelle's panties forward making it rub against her clit, eliciting a moan and a buck of her hips - desperate for friction. Stelle continues to buck her hips into her own panties, "you're so pathetically cute, darling. Keep going baby, don't disappoint me now."
Stelle shivers at Kafka's command, she brings her hand under her shirt to rub her nipples, Kafka then pulls Stelle's shirt up and without haste takes off Stelle's bra as well.
Kafka latches onto Stelle's unattended nipple and sucks harshly, licking and biting.
"F-fuck! Kafka... Kafka! Feels soo good... please let me cum - haah..." Stelle pleads, as Kafka looks up at her. "I suppose so... Cum for me then, baby." Stelle's body shakes as her back arches, reaching her climax. Kafka all but smiles at the view of Stelle becoming undone by her.
Stelle takes sharp breaths, her orgasm taking a toll on her. "Don't get tired just yet, we haven't even scraped the surface for what's going to come next", Kafka says.
"Don't you know that in dreams you can do whatever you want? I think what I'm thinking of will benefit us both..." Stelle perks up at Kafka's words. Her words were always almost like riddles, and in Stelle's current state her mind couldn't keep up - the aftermath of her orgasm still burning her brain.
Kafka then puts her hand over Stelle's eyes, "Don't peek. Okay baby?" Stelle complies by giving a slight nod. Kafka smiles as Stelle hears some shuffling and then a sparkling noise right after. She wonders what Kafka is doing and if she should be concerned about what it is. Kafka then lifts her hand off of Stelle's eyes. Stelle blinks, trying to adjust to the lighting of the room.
Then, she feels a light slap on her cheek.
Holy shit.
In front of her is Kafka, towering her, and the slap in question was right in her face. "Like what you see? Me too… The Dreamscape is so generous granting me this, don't you think?" Kafka says, obviously amused by Stelle's reaction. Kafka had her hand wrapped around her cock and guided it towards Stelle's lips. Instinctively, Stelle opens her mouth allowing Kafka to slide in.
"Haah... Fuck, your mouth is so warm baby." Kafka says, tilting her head towards the ceiling. Kafka's cock felt so heavy on Stelle's tongue, she swirls her tongue around the tip making Kafka roll her hips into her mouth and let out a soft moan. The sound of Kafka moaning encouraged Stelle to grab her by the hips to further take Kafka's cock in her mouth.
"Fuck baby... So good, keep going..." Kafka whimpers out, looking below to see Stelle suck her off. As inexperienced as Stelle is, she gags on Kafka's cock, which kafka lets out a small laugh at.
Kafka then slips her cock out of Stelle's mouth, "you looked so cute with your mouth full of my cock..." she teases, grabbing Stelle by the chin to look up at her. Kafka lays her stomach on the bed putting her hand on Stelle's abdomen and leveling her head in front of Stelle's pussy covered by her panties. Kafka then pushes the hand on Stelle's abdomen to make her lay down, licking Stelle's slit. "Fuck...", Kafka smiles at the desperation in Stelle's voice.
She pulls Stelle's panties to the side and sticks out her tongue to suck on her clit making Stelle almost jolt off the bed. Kafka switches from sucking to licking Stelle's clit, "such a pretty pussy you have, darling..." Kafka says. Stelle rolls her hips on Kafka's tongue, desperate for more friction. Kafka takes notice and pulls away. "K-kafka... why..." Stelle says, frustrated from her denial of pleasure. "Patience darling, I have something in store I think you'll love way more."
Kafka then slides Stelle's panties and takes off the rest of Stelle's clothes, then her own. Stelle wonders where the clothes are going to be put but that worry washes away the second she looks as Kafka, naked on her bed on top of her. "You look... so gorgeous Kafka."
"You're always so eager to please, baby."
Kafka slides her cock over Stelle's slit, the tip hitting her clit which in turn, elicits a small moan out of Stelle.
“Oh my, you’re so wet darling… Are you ready?”
Stelle can only nod slightly as Kafka smiles at her agreement.
Kafka then slides in Stelle, letting a soft gasp as her tip is enveloped by Stelle’s warm tight pussy. She then continues to slide in, Stelle whimpering from how big Kafka is. “F-fuck baby girl… You’re so tight. This what you wanted? For you to get drunk on my cock?” Stelle’s cunt throbs at her words and she can’t help but whimper. Kafka finally bottoms out in Stelle’s pulsing cunt, tightening around Kafka’s length.
She tests the waters, slowly thrusting her hips back and forth and keeping one hand on Stelle’s hip to hold her in place. “So good baby…” Kafka murmurs, voice full of desire. Stelle moans loudly, breathing sharply at Kafka’s words. Kafka sighs in exasperation feeling Stelle’s cunt tighten around her.
Stelle squeals as Kafka gets a hold of Stelle’s legs, making it easier to fuck deeper into her. “Kaf- so good… more please…!” Stelle pleads. Kafka begins to pick up her pace, fat tears start to spill out the side of Stelle’s eyes.
Kafka’s reaction is instant. Her cock drills deeper into Stelle, fast, rough, and unrelenting. She admires Stelle, the quiver of her lips and her eyes screwed shut as she lets out almost pornagraphic moans.
She pumps her cock faster into Stelle, admiring how she’s splitting her open with her fat cock. Stelle is completely drunk off of Kafka’s cock, face twisted in pleasure as her lips are parted open.
“C-can’t take it… mmmh!” Stelle breathes out. Kafka laughs, “You can baby. You’re taking me so well.” She doesn’t look away as she watches Stelle’s slick run down her thighs from how messy Stelle is getting on her cock.
“Too much, too much for me kafka… I’m so closee!” Stelle mewls, bucking her hips as she tightens around Kafka’s cock, making her take a sharp inhale.
“Alright darling… You’ve been so good for me. Come for me, baby.”
Stelle’s moans increase in pitch, as she climaxes. A rush of pleasure coursed through Kafka’s body as she felt Stelle’s cunt throb around her and tighten making her cum inside her. Stelle mewls as she feels Kafka’s cum inside of her, painting her insides white.
Kafka pulls out - watching intently as cum pours out of Stelle, then laying on top of Stelle’s worn out body, head laying on her chest. Stelle tries to steady her breathing, chest heaving up and down. Kafka lets out a satisfied sigh as she kisses Stelle’s collarbone.
"This destiny is far better than any predetermined future, don't you think?