In the thick of the darkness I can hear his heavy breathing as he presses the cold steel to my throat ready to end this battle. A battle of wills most would call it or a battle of passion depending on your perspective. However this battle was different, something had changed. I could feel the mixture of his heat and the coldness of the hellforged blade as it pressed tighter against my neck. I could almost feel his reluctance at wanting to end the battle but the temptation of an easy victory was closing in fast. I could feel his eyes savoring the fear as my panic began to arise. Something was definitely different this time. His hands began to tremble but the look he gave me said more. The rage started brewing in me like the fires of hell as I continued to struggle. It was not in my nature to submit. I refuse to be dominated….”
It’s always the same wet nightmare night after night. What is a wet nightmare you ask well its meaning is different for everyone. It a dream that make you wake up perspiring with either the thrill or the horror of the situation. The locations can vary but the struggle is always there. You feel the need to win or love or conquer depending on your fetish. As a mage we are the master of dreams or so I thought. Mine manifested when I enter the realm of Fairytail and my darkest yet oh so sweet nightmare came to life.
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