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Even when he plowed me with his enormous cock, he would run a thumb down my cheek, would kiss me gently on my forehead as he speared me mercilessly.
As we descended into the dreamworld, the tapestry of emotions and sensations was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
Sounds were clearer, feelings magnified.
Suddenly, we were standing in the prison’s fighting pits.
The gravity of the scene, the raw intensity of emotions, was palpable. “Oh, my,” I breathed, overwhelmed. “It’s so… visceral. It’s nothing like the detached view we get from the Prize Pool.”
Tix nodded. “When you dreamwalk, you can get the authentic essence. No filters. Just pure, raw emotion.”
Exploring further, Tix led me to the observation room.
Here, the atmosphere shifted from chaotic to controlled.
There was a huge window that looked out on Ikmal’s landscape, distant stars glittering coldly.
Tix, his presence a comforting constant, explained:
“In some ways, the dreamworld mirrors our perceptions, our memories. It’s malleable, but there are bounds.”
I took a deep breath, taking in the spectacular scene.
We shared a long look, one where words became superfluous.
He leaned in, his voice a hushed promise. “Together, we can explore the depths of this world and many others out there.”
I grinned, emboldened by his confidence. “Lead on, dreamwalker.”
I felt connected to Tix in ways I couldn’t completely explain or understand.
Had it been the sex?
Or was there something else that linked us?
Some bond that transcended the confines of our prison and existed only here in the dreamworld?
* * *
We had dreamwalked to different areas of the prison, but what Tix showed me next, after my simple queries, was a complete departure from the cold confines of the jail.
The shift in the atmosphere was so tangible it was as if I’d been physically transported.
Lush fields stretched infinitely under a rich amber sky.
Three suns bathed the scene in a warm, tri-colored glow.
The light, which would’ve been blinding on any other planet, had a muted, pastel quality to it, bathing everything in a soft glow.
“Where are we?” I asked.
“This is my home. Or at least, it used to be.”
Tix’s voice had a distant quality to it as if he was speaking from across the span of time and space.
Intrigued, I followed him as he led the way towards towering cliffs.
Each step seemed to cover miles — maybe even hundreds of miles — and drew us closer to those distant rocks.
