Page 72 of Dreamscape Therapies

Jay continues stroking my fur, his expression becoming thoughtful as his hands slowly wander lower. "There's something else I'm curious about," he murmurs, his fingers brushing through the hair covering my chest.

"What?" I growl, a shiver running through me despite myself.

He looks up at me, and that mischievous sparkle returns to his eyes.

Judging by that expression, I'm beginning to suspect I should be very afraid of whatever question he's about to ask.

"You're so different everywhere else on your body, that I wonder what you look like here," he says, his gaze dropping between us and placing his hand over my aching cock.

The look in his eyes sends a full-body shudder through me, and before I can figure out what to say, he lowers himself to his knees.

"Are you okay if I explore a little?" he asks, looking up at me.

I manage a breathless huff that is supposed to mean yes, although any coherent thought about why this might be a terrible idea has completely abandoned me.

He chuckles, low and aroused, as he slowly pulls my loincloth down my thick legs. His breath hitches as he runs his fingers through the hair on my thighs and nuzzles my cock.

"You're so fucking big like this," he murmurs.

I grunt in agreement, bracing myself against the tree behind him as he continues his exploration. There’s something surreal about watching him so completely unafraid and in control. He should be intimidated by me in this form. Instead, he’s fascinated, playful, and confident.

I'm massive in his small hands and definitely won't fit in his mouth. At least that's what I thought before he took the head of my cock between his lips and sucked on it like the world's best candy. Every single touch sends another shiver through me.

Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.

This is not going to last long. I'm going to embarrass myself in about thirty seconds.

I’ve never experienced anything like this. I’ve spent most of my life assuming that anyone who saw this side of me would be frightened, disgusted, or unwilling to be near me. I never imagined someone would look at me like Jay does now. Like this strange, monstrous part of me is just another piece of the person he cares about.

His hands grip the knot at the base of my cock, working it as he makes out with the tip. His tongue dips and rolls around the head, making me see stars.

I close my eyes, trying desperately to hold on to whatever remains of my composure.

“Jay…”

He looks up, his expression darkening when he hears the warning in my voice. For a moment, we’re suspended in time, the forest around us ceasing to exist. It’s just the two of us wrapped up in a dream that feels entirely too real.

"Come on me," he pleads, working his hands faster as he sticks his tongue out.

That does it.

My vision whites out completely. My claws dig into the tree bark as I come harder than I ever have in my life. When I can see again, Jay's face is covered in my release, and he's looking entirely too pleased with himself.

I crouch in front of him, gently cupping his face between my hands as I lick off my release and feed it back to him with my tongue.

He moans in delight as I finish cleaning him this way.

I don't even realize that I've shifted back until Jay suddenly pushes me onto the soft ground and settles himself on top of me, his laughter filling the forest.

I stare up at him completely stunned.

"That was…" I trail off, completely at a loss for how to describe what just happened without sounding like an idiot. There don’t seem to be any words big enough for it anyway.

“Yeah,” Jay sighs contentedly, apparently understanding exactly what I mean without needing me to finish the sentence. He burrows his face into my hairy chest, his warm breath tickling my skin as his arms settle comfortably around me.

I wrap my arms around him and let myself sink into the soft grass beneath us. I’m fucking exhausted. I know it’s only a dream, but I feel like I just ran a marathon, and every muscle in my body seems determined to remind me of it.

For a while, neither of us says anything. We lie there together, listening to the creek rushing nearby and the occasional rustle of leaves overhead. It's peaceful in a way I haven’t experienced in too long. Just Jay curled against me, warm and content, and the quiet certainty that for once, I'm exactly where I want to be.