40 Morning Greeting (1/2)

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In her dream, Sia was surrounded with countless shadows that were cold, lifeless and frighteningly dark. These were the shadows she was so familiar with as, for years, she had been constantly fighting them for dominance. Even though she could now face some of the horrors each shadow brought with it, it still caused her an excruciating pain, especially when it came to the darkest of the shadows.

Today, however, something was different, as the shadows seemed somehow to be afraid of her. Bewildered, she tried to willingly approach them, only to make them get farther away from her. For the first time in years, she was the one chasing the shadows and not the other way around.

Looking around she realised that she was bathing in a source of light that was warm and bright and had a healing effect on her bleeding wounds.

The light was on her left and upon closer inspection she realized that it had a shape of its own. With childish curiosity, she had so stubbornly refused to lose, she started exploring her newfound light.

It was already morning. Though he had dreamed about this day countless times, it was nevertheless Cain's first time actually sleeping next to Sia. He had woken up with an unrelenting desire which was becoming more and more uncontrollable with the growing closeness between them.

She was lying on his right side, with her head on his shoulder and her right hand on his chest. It was already hard for him to lie there all erect, and she just had to start exploring his body with that tiny hand of hers. He couldn't guess what kind of dream she was having, but for one thing he was sure: she was excited to picture his shape with just the help of her hand.

With gentleness, she started tracing her hand down his breast cage towards his abdomen. Like a curious kid, she was now trying to decipher the shape of his abs by running the tips of her fingers in their outline. He could feel himself getting harder and harder and even though he didn't want to, he needed to relieve himself as soon as possible.

He was annoyed he couldn't enjoy her honest touch longer, thus, with no choice left, he said quietly,

”My naughty Queen, time to wake up.”

He started playing with the side of her cheek and running his fingers in her hair. Not getting a response he continued,

”Siana, love, are you so set on making your king disabled or what? Wake up, now!”

She furrowed her brows but still refused to wake up or even let go of her hand that was now moving to a fatal zone in the south.

Sensing the impeding danger, Cain quickly flipped over her, supporting himself with his elbows.

'So you don't want to wake up the nice way, huh? Don't blame me afterwards, Queenie.'

From the wetness all around her body that now invaded even her mouth, Siana started to slowly wake up. But, what became her final wake up call, was the lack of oxygen she was starting to feel. Abruptly opening her eyes, she was greeted by the gorgeous face of a man with his eyes closed, in the process of enjoying her taste. Thinking that this was but another dream, she lifted her arms and circled his neck tightly, bringing his head even closer to her.

Sia's action took Cain by surprise and he opened his eyes to see what his naughty Queen was up too. He was greeted by the twinkles in her eyes that still seemed to be a bit unfocused.

'Is she still half-awake?'

A sly smile found its way to his lips, and, with a new vigour, he started exploring her mouth while using one of his hands to explore the rest of her body. With one of his legs he asked for space between her legs which she readily granted. Not missing the chance, he repositioned himself between her legs and leaned closer to her, increasing their skin-to-skin contact.

With his left hand he held the back of her head closer to him and with his right hand he continued his explorations in the direction of the magical realm of her womanhood.