Hertrude's POV
I was dreaming.
At least, I thought I was.
In the dream, I was lying on a bed while kissing a man. Everything around me felt hazy and soft, almost like it was covered in a thin layer of fog, but somehow, the sensations themselves were unbelievably clear.
The man had black hair.
Dark black hair, like the feathers of a raven. It framed his face in a way that made him look strangely familiar even before I fully realized who he was supposed to be.
And then he started touching me.
His hands moved slowly across my body, almost like he was taking his time exploring every part of me. One of his hands slid over my waist while the other grabbed one of my breasts, squeezing softly before kneading it in his palm.
Then he lowered his head and licked it with his tongue.
"Hnghhh...~"
A moan escaped from my mouth immediately.
Honestly, that alone should've been enough to make me realize something was wrong with me.
