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Sasha dreams about Amphibia often.
After any given day at work helping people, after lunches of burgers or salad, commuting, boba tea, checking social media, flossing her teeth.. Sasha Waybright lays down in bed and feels like a normal, everyday woman. In comfortable, warm sheets, the hum of a noise machine lulling her to sleep, her eyes close and her thoughts slow..
And she is suddenly in a dungeon, ankle shackled, torn skirt riding up her thighs. A taut feeling in her throat and belly, a heat between her legs. He is there. She can smell the hot musk of him, a stale reek of Bog Grog and B.O., she can see the light glint on his teeth and eyes, hear the haughty sneering voice. This is Grime as she first met him, but not completely.. somehow also the Grime she would come to know. The strong hands delicate enough to play the harp, hands that would defend her, catch her as she fell.. she dreamed those hands grasping and spreading her legs, dragging her panties to one side. Sasha had never touched Grime this way while she was in Amphibia, and wasn't sure whether these dreams were a deep down longing for what might have been or an expression of fear. She usually woke from them cold and trembling, feeling anything but sensual..
Sasha went to the bathroom, rubbing her eyes as she sat on the toilet. When she wiped she felt a slickness of arousal on the paper, and swallowed. She was older now, and more in touch with her sexuality than she had been those long years ago. She was bisexual, and leaned toward romantic relationships with women. She thought about Grime and had the ache of missing a family member.. like a father. But it wasn't the only feeling she had. She had a gulp of water and lay back down, and nodded off again.
Another night, days or weeks later, it would strike again at random. Grime was there, bearded and apathetic, breathing heavily as she knelt delicately over his lap and guided his cock into her tight heat, wanting to inspire him to action. She had no concept of what his cock looked like, never actually saw it in her dreams.. but felt it burning up into her, thick and bumpy, delicious friction stretching her virginal passage. In her dreams, she was frozen at thirteen, her lips only slightly downy, her hymen intact until Grime was the one to break it, over and over across years of dreams. He did so with a firm finger, bending her over a table as his soldiers looked on. He did so with a powerful thrusting tongue as she pressed up against a wall, face hidden in the crook of her arm. He did so with a fat cock as she perched above him now, lifting her top to show him pink, erect nipples, an ache for approval throbbing through every inch of her. She woke with a start.
Sasha's first time with a man was a few years after returning from Amphibia. He was a decent enough guy who met her at a cafe.. he bought her dinner, and she liked how it felt when he kissed her goodnight. She brought him inside, soon rolled a condom onto his slim cock, only winced a little as she eased onto him. It had been a fun night, and it had made her feel powerful and sexy in a way she had missed.. She repeated the process with a few other guys, never anything serious, always making herself come with nimble fingers as they enjoyed being inside of her, filling their condoms, not usually spending the night. She didn't regret it, but soon enough lost interest in casual hookups. She started to date a girl she met at a park, and the sex was more intimate, Sasha taking a dominant role. She would use her fingers, sometimes a whole hand, to work her girl open, make her weep in pleasure. There would be weeks on end she would forget Amphibia.. but suddenly..
Sasha opened her eyes and found that Grime was pinning her down in the dungeon, pumping her full with a cock she could almost feel at the back of her throat, her feet in shiny black shoes lifted above her head, her hands pinned in.. mud? The dungeon was thick with it, in this fever dream.. it held her body down, sticky and dark, and as Grime huffed hot breath onto her face she somehow knew it was what filled her at the point of his climax. She woke up with a cry like a wounded animal, and stared at the ceiling. Her girlfriend was curled up beside her, still dozing. Sasha swallowed hard, and slipped a hand between her legs. She was so wet..
She slowly got up and went to the other room, laying on the couch, and put her fingers against her cunt. "Grimesy.." she breathed, closing her eyes. "We have to see this through."
There she was, showing him her body as it was now.. There he was, just as she had last seen him, with a long beard, a missing arm, a sadness in his eyes.
"Lieutenant," he rasped, and reached for her.
She came to him and wrapped slim arms around his shoulders, kissing his bumpy snout. There weren't words. Sasha's fantasy was breathless and silent, but an active choice, not a disjointed dream beyond her control. Her fingers flew over her clit as she envisioned their naked bodies moving together, her legs entwined around his waist, her mouth kissing his.. he was inside her, he was behind her, above her, below her, taking her in every way possible. As Sasha brought herself to climax, she was imagining wrapping her mouth around Grime's cockhead, swallowing his lust.
"I'm never gonna get over you, am I," she whispered as she pet her spent flesh, forehead wet, blonde hair tousled. She bit her lower lip gently. "I never want to get over you."