Page 70 of Dreamscape Therapies

Jay’s cheeks turn an even deeper shade of pink.

"Do you always wear stuff like this?" I ask, mouthing at his member through the lace.

"It's your dream," he gasps. "I don't own anything like this, but I'll definitely be buying some after this."

"Fuck yes," I growl before ripping the panties to shreds and sucking him deep into my mouth.

His moan is a prize I was unaware I needed, but now can't live without. I want more of that sound. I want him to be so strung out of the feelings I give him that he can’t keep quiet.

I tongue his hard dick, rotating between hard sucks and licking him like a lollipop. All the while he gasps, groans, and moans, spurring me on. Ever little reaction seems to pull me deeper into the moment. His hands in my hair, his breath hitching in his chest, and the way he says my name like it means something precious. It all feels impossibly real despite the fact that we’re standing in a dream.

"Oh, gods, Jagiya," he cries out, voice trembling with need. "I'm about to come. Please."

He doesn't need to beg me for anything. I would gladly cut off my own arm if he so much as asked for it right now. Every instinct I have is set on making him cum.

I suck him deep into my throat as I drag a finger along his puckered entrance.

He shouts his release, his cock throbbing in my mouth as he clings to me. I pull off just enough to taste him on my tongue, relishing in his orgasm as I leak precum into my own underwear.

He shakes and whimpers his way through his climax, his grip on my hair almost painful.

"Fuuuuck," he groans as I pull off of him with a pop.

When he looks at me again, his eyes are hazy, and his cheeks are flushed. The sight nearly takes my breath away.

His chest rises and falls with a few lingering, uneven breaths as he slowly comes down from his high. His breathing gradually steadies, leaving his hair hopelessly disheveled and his cheeks flushed a deep red. He looks absolutely wrecked, and I can't help feeling a ridiculous little thrill at the thought that I did that. I brush my thumb across his cheek, smiling when he instinctively leans into my touch, and for several quiet minutes, we simply stay there together, basking in the warmth of the moment.

Eventually, Jay opens his eyes, and the mischievous sparkle in them immediately makes me suspicious.

"You know, I'm curious about something," he says, his words slow and thoughtful.

"I'm listening."

He reaches up and absentmindedly smooths my hair back from my forehead before giving me a thoughtful look. "I'd very much like to see what your Skinwalker form looks like."

"Uh..."

Yeah. That was not what I was expecting.

Most people would probably be terrified at the idea of seeing my Skinwalker form. Hell, some people are uncomfortable even knowing what I am. Yet here Jay is, looking at me with genuine curiosity, like I've just offered him the opportunity to see something fascinating.

"Show me?" he asks, biting his lip as he blinks up at me with wide, hopeful eyes.

I glance around the quiet forest as though someone might be watching us. "I don't know..."

"Please," he whispers, leaning into my chest and nuzzling my neck. The warmth of his touch sends goosebumps racing across my skin, and I shiver despite myself.

"Okay," I finally groan, because I already know I'd probably agree to just about anything if he asked me like that.

"Yeah?"

He smiles and presses a soft kiss against my throat before stepping back. "Come on, big man. Show me."

The change happens as naturally as breathing. Magic ripples beneath my skin as my body shifts, bones rearranging and muscles stretching into something much larger and more powerful than the form Jay is used to. The world tilts for half a heartbeat before settling again, and when I lift my head, Jay is standing completely still, his mouth hanging open.

"Holy shit," he whispers, his eyes widening with wonder.

I can't help laughing at his expression, although the sound comes out low and growly in this form. Standing several feet taller than him, I take a slow step forward, my massive paws sinking into the moss beside the creek. Jay doesn't back away. Instead, he walks slowly around me, taking in every part of my shifted form with open fascination.