When I woke up, I found myself in an unfamiliar place, pinned against a cold stone wall by a man with a furious glare. He wore expensive military robes, the kind straight out of those manhwa panels—crisp black fabric embroidered with gold threads that screamed power and privilege.
My golden long hair tumbled over my shoulders, brushing his arm as I stared at him, mesmerized. He was so handsome it made me gulp audibly, my throat dry with raw want. This man looks so tasty!
Forget where I am. Where did they find a hottie like this? He looks so damn sexy—those sharp cheekbones, that jawline I want to bite. I want to jump into his bones.
"Are you trying to make me angry, Caspian? Why are you calling Jenne to your palace every day?!" His voice was a low growl, his glare sharpening like a blade, breath hot and minty against my lips.
"I am barely controlling my anger!"
Caspian?
I have heard this name before.
Who cares? There was a total hottie right in front of me. Am I dreaming? If so, let's fucking go.
"Why are you acting like a fool?" he demanded, his massive frame looming.
I tilted my head, golden strands spilling like a curtain, a sly smile creeping up. Dream or not, I'm taking what's mine. He towered over me, all rippling muscle and heat.
Gathering every ounce of strength, I surged forward and crushed my mouth to his, tongue thrusting deep, devouring him with sloppy, desperate hunger.
I tasted salt and power; my teeth grazed his lower lip hard enough to draw a hint of blood.
He froze, shocked, lips parting in a gasp—but he didn't kiss back. Breathless and throbbing with need, I wrapped my arms around his neck, grinding my hips against his growing hardness, my golden hair fanning out across his chest.
"You..." he rasped, eyes dark with confusion and rising lust.
I panted, grinning wickedly, drool slick on my chin. "...I-I kissed you, hottie. Fucking owned that mouth."
My dream had come true—and it was filthy. Round two, now. My gaze dropped, glinting as it locked on his pants. A massive bulge strained the fabric—holy shit, it must be huge, thick enough to split me.
I'd never seen a real dick, let alone choked on one, but heat flooded my core. Something rigid pulsed in my own pants.
Girl or not, this body's got a cock—and it's leaking for him. No tits, just flat muscle under white robes.
Whatever.
Emboldened, I shoved him hard. He stumbled, shocked, and we crashed to the floor—me straddling his hips, golden hair cascading like a veil around us.
"What the fuck are you doing, Caspian? This isn't funny..." He bucked beneath me, voice cracking, but his cock twitched visibly against my thigh. My white robes matched his style but hung looser, silk whispering over skin.
"Shut up, hottie! I'm fucking devouring you today—you're mine." Heart slamming, I ripped my pants down, letting them slap onto his stunned face.
He flung them aside, eyes widening at my yellow silk underwear, soaked with precum at the tip where my pink, cute cock strained, flushed and dripping.
Fingers shaking with lust, I clawed at his zipper, yanking it open. His massive dick sprang free—veins bulging, head glistening with thick precum, throbbing girth that made my mouth water.
Too fucking big. Gonna wreck my throat. Well, I haven't given a blowjob before. Ah, it's a dream anyway.
"Caspian! You're the emperor!" he gasped, cheeks flaming, but his hips jerked up involuntarily.
"Emperor?" The title fuelled me. Why does this feel so goddamn real—the weight, the musky scent of his arousal, the drip of his precum on my fingers?
"Yes—that's why I can't hurt you!" His protest melted into a moan as I gripped his shaft, skin scorching hot, slick with his own leak. "So, let go!"
I pumped hard, twisting at the head, thumb smearing the salty bead over the slit while my own cock bobbed free, smaller but rigid, balls tight and aching, leaking strings of precum onto his abs.
"Shut up. You pinned me first—now take it." Golden hair swung wildly as I dove down, lips stretching wide to engulf his cockhead. The salty tang exploded inside my mouth—musky precum coating my tongue like hot syrup.
I swirled around the flared ridge, sucking greedily, feeling every pulsing vein against my inner cheeks. Fuck, it's massive—jaw aching already. Pushing deeper, the girth wedged into my throat, triggering wet gags that made spit bubble out, dribbling down his balls.
I hollowed my cheeks for brutal suction, bobbing sloppy and fast—tongue lashing the underside, teeth grazing lightly to make him hiss.
His groans turned feral, hands fisting my golden hair, yanking me down harder. "C-Caspian—fuck—your mouth... so tight... Caspian let go..."
He thrust up savagely, fucking my face like—cock slamming past my tonsils, bulging my throat visibly with each plunge. Inside, it was a sloppy inferno—ridges dragging my soft palate raw, precum and saliva mixing into frothy mess that overflowed my lips, soaking his pubes.
I choked and slurped louder, nose buried, inhaling his sweaty musk while my own cock wept, untouched but twitching toward release. His balls drew tight against my chin, swelling—then he roared, hips snapping wild.
Hot jets of cum erupted inside my mouth—thick ropes of cum blasting straight down my throat, salty-bitter and endless, filling every crevice. I gulped frantically, but it overflowed, spurting from my nostrils and lips in creamy rivulets, dripping onto his thighs as my golden hair stuck wetly to his skin.
He shuddered through it, pumping the last pulses onto my tongue for me to savour, while my own orgasm hit untouched—cock spurting ropes across his robes in sympathy. Not a dream. Too fucking real. But my knowledge has finally used somewhere... at least in a dream.
Wait?
I touched the droplets of cum dripping from my mouth as I looked at the angry, humiliated man beneath me. Then, I pinched my cheek.
A sharp pain spread across my cheek, making my whole face red with realization.
"It's real..."
Saying these words, I fainted.