"Aaaaaaahhhh!!!!"
Even though the head had hit Lestari's face and was lying not far from her, her nose didn't even detect a fishy smell.
'More proof that what happened just now was just a dream.'
Lestari also didn't feel the slightest pain when some of the wooden debris hit her, but when she lifted the wooden doorstop, she could feel its weight, mass, whatever you want to call it.
Despite the overwhelming evidence that matched the characteristics of a dream, Lestari still couldn't help but be consumed by terror. In fact, she often had nightmares about being chased by demons like kuntilanak, pocong, genderuwo, and so on, especially when she was still in school. She was afraid, but fortunately, she never faced them alone. There were always other familiar characters accompanying her, like her mother, father, older sibling, and friends.
However, her dream now...
Even though there were no disfigured faces of demons...
even though the man was so handsome...
This dream was a thousand times more terrifying to her.
'The clarity of the plot, the clarity of the setting, and the clarity of the characters ...
will gradually drive me insane ...
slowly mixing my subconscious with reality.'
"Rara Jonggrang ... amilihapa?"
"Iki."
'!!!'
Lestari tried to resist the urge to change the course of the dream. She tried hard to imagine a bright light, an exit, or simply to vanish the sword, its pointed tip feeling only a centimeter from her neck. So close, in fact, that she didn't even dare scream, fearing instant death from excessive movement.
However, her dream seemed to have a malicious will of its own.
Cold sweat broke out all over Lestari's body as she realized she was trapped within her own subconscious. She could only scream in silence.
"Utawa iki."
Click
The man sheathed his sword at his waist before squatting down. It seemed he had decided to abandon his intention to kill Lestari.
Their four dark brown eyes met.
The man didn't even blink. It wasn't just a simple stare, but a stare laced with obsession that made Lestari feel like an object he had completely claimed inside her head.
The man's gaze then dropped, lingering for a moment on Lestari's twin peaks, before moving down to her orange belly, finally settling on the vital area below her navel. It was as if he were contemplating various ways to penetrate that tightness, his gaze merciless, only hunger.
It seemed the man still wanted to kill Lestari ... in another way.
"Amilih apa?!"
Lestari flinched, her shoulders shrinking as the vibrations of the man's voice seemed to ripple across her skin. His tone was sharp and left no room for negotiation or defiance.
The choice Lestari would make was clear: the second option: let him have sex with her!
Lestari reminded herself once again that everything that was happening now was unreal and merely a dream. After all, she had already had several erotic dreams. She was no longer a naive schoolgirl. She was 24 years old, ripe for the picking and devouring ....
Perhaps the ripples of desire in Lestari's pupils were unleashed, because without a word, the man snatched her body. He gripped her waist and shoulders, his fingers pressing firmly into her skin, as if cradling a stolen object.
Although Lestari felt no pain, she knew that there was no tenderness in his action.
In just a few steps, the man reached the edge of the bed. Without warning, Lestari's world turned upside down as he released her. Her body floated for a moment, before crashing roughly onto the mattress with a loud thud.
'Oh my....
Thank goodness this was a dream.'
Lestari lay on her back, her hair flowing in disarray, covering part of her still blood-stained face.
The man towered over the bed, his gaze filled with dark passion and unresolved anger. With calm movements, he began to unravel the fabric of her lower garment.
The man was now completely naked. The muscles in his shoulders and arms were bulging, and his bronzed skin cast a strong shadow over every curve as he moved, giving him a formidable appearance.
Lestari's gaze was unwaveringly fixed on the man's now fully exposed manhood. The large, long, and veined shaft was perfectly erect, radiating a wild and demanding masculine energy.
Lestari unconsciously crossed her thighs.
'Ah... it's already wet... Just looking at his cock makes me horny...'
Click
However, it didn't take Lestari five minutes to regain her composure. The fluids producing from her vagina stopped.
'The man raised his sword again!!!'
Lestari's mind was now haunted by images of herself mutilated like a fish at the market. She hurriedly sat up.
"Haywa malayu!"
Lestari didn't understand the first word, while the second sounded like 'Melayu,' and she was sure the man wasn't referring to the Malay ethnic group. Therefore, the word must have the same meaning as 'mlayu.'
Of course, Lestari would heed the man's warning. There was no chance of escape, there was only a chance of winning his heart through sex.
Lestari didn't know what kind of relationship existed between them. The man seemed to want to kill her, but also seemed to want to let her live.
Worried that the man truly thought Lestari was trying to escape, she dropped to the floor. He was right next to the bedside table, causing her face to be immediately slapped by his vitality.
Armed with ten years of experience watching pornographic films and reading novels, Lestari opened her mouth and stuck out her moist tongue, slowly tracing every inch of the throbbing relief on the pillar of flesh.
Lestari moved her tongue up and down slowly, like a child licking ice cream but not wanting to finish it. Closing her eyes, she shifted her focus to the top, circling the horse's eye, which was leaking a small amount of clear fluid.
A rough, low moan escaped the man's throat every time Lestari brushed against the sensitive slit.
He no longer had the patience to simply accept the slow, gentle licks. With a rough grip on Lestari's hair, he jerked her head forward. Her mouth opened wide from the force of his entire purplish-brown penis thrusting into her throat. Lestari opened her eyes and looked up.
"Nora dak kira yen ko kanyatan sawijining dayang," the man said as soon as their gazes met.
The full sensation should have made Lestari, a virgin, choke and gag, but, fortunately, it was only a dream, so that wasn't the case.
He then moved his pelvis in a fast, brutal, primitive rhythm, thrusting his prowess back and forth inside Lestari's mouth. The roughness of his movements made Lestari's mouth unable to close tightly.
Lestari's saliva began to flow uncontrollably from the corners of her lips, dripping slowly down her chin, and onto the stone floor. Her eyes widened from the incredible pressure each time the man thrust into her throat.
The man's already primitive pelvic movements became even more primitive. His lust was at its peak.
The man's grip on Lestari's hair tightened. He pulled her head completely locked onto his increasingly rigid brother and delivered a few final, deep thrusts.
The man's body jerked, and a hoarse moan, like a satisfied predator's roar, escaped his lips. He had reached his climax.
After ensuring that Lestari had swallowed all of his essence without a drop escaping, the man finally withdrew his penis.
Lestari looked up and smiled.