Night of the Countess

Lincoln tossed and turned in his bed, his eyes half-lit. All through the night, or rather nights, he has been rather restless. Recently his mother and his sister have been weening him off of his medication in order to see if he can sleep without it. He can sleep, just not for very long. His body shuffled underneath his blanket as blood ran throughout all of his body.

"Lincoln?" Lincoln's eyes widen as he heard a female voice. He saw Lucy, cloaked in black. "Lincoln, can you hear me?"

"Yeah, I hear you. What's up, Lucy?" Lincoln asked groggily, How did she get in? Th door was locked!

"Don't call me 'Lucy'." She said, sounding displeased, "Call me 'Countess'".

"Lucy, it's pretty late for your goth role playing games." Lincoln whined.

"But not...to live out your deepest desires!" She opened her cloak, revealing that she was practically nude bare for the black, knee high boots that she wore. She smirked as she saw Lincoln's jaw drop.

"Lucy, cover yourself!" Lincoln said, trying to avert his eyes. But she merely reached out and pulled his hand away from them.

"Does it really not click in your head that this is a dream?" She says sardonically, "And a wet dream for that matter."

"What?" Lincoln raises an eyebrow in question.

"Would the real Lucy come to you like this?" She asked. Lincoln shook his head 'no'.

"And you obviously noticed that I'm in here despite the lock." Lincoln felt a chill as she displayed such reading of his thoughts.

"How did you know that?!" Lincoln asked, startled. Lucy, or Countess, however remained calm.

"Because it's a dream." She states, "And as for the wet portion..."

She reaches her hand down his pajama bottoms, gripping his member and rubbing it oh so very delicately. Enough to get a shudder out of the boy.

"Wow." She smirks, "Quite the size for your age."

"T-this is...so wrong." Lincoln struggled to say. Countess seemed a bit put down by such.

"I've confirmed to you that this is a dream." She said, her voice hardened, "Neither this nor I am real."

"Y-yeah but..."Lincoln was about to say, but stopped, not having any words further.

"So let loose." She whispered seductively, rubbing the tip of his member with her thumb, "You're clearly liking it, anyway."

Lincoln was about to open his mouth, yet remained silent. Countess took advantage and kissed him, slipping her tongue inside like a snake. It danced with his own, hardly with any resistance. A pleasurable moan erupting from Lincoln's mouth, echoing down her throat. As they separate, Lincoln breathed heavily, his eyes falling upon her budding breast. He seemed a tad forlorn by such, but apparently it only caused the Countess to chuckle for some reason.

"I know out of all the girls you could've dreamed about, I'm not exactly carrying a pair of knockers." She smirked, unashamed. "But I think I got something that will make up for it."

She stood up, her exposed pelvis now leveled with his face. His nostrils were met with a wrecking ball of a scent, like flowers and pine. He focused on the clear liquid dripping from her sex. She was wet. And the Countess could see him getting harder over it, which she smirked at. She then slowly descends, squatting over his erect member.

"Wha?" Lincoln raised an eyebrow as to what she was doing. But she merely pressed her hand onto chest, pushing him down and restraining him.

"I know you usually fantasize about being the man on top." She said mockingly, "But how about an experience with a girl in charge?"

"Uhm..." Lincoln hesitated on his answer. Though it didn't seem to matter. She slowly seem to start pressing herself upon him, merely a poke within her. The slight percentage of brief tightness was enough to shut him up instantly.

"If you want this, just submit." Countess says, actually grinning like a maniac awaiting his answer.

Lincoln shivered and shook beneath her, sweating bullets as he was getting all hot and bothered. He didn't even understand why he was bothered to begin. It's dreams, right? So there's no consequences. Running that logic on a loop in his head, he didn't see any reason to resist her offer and temptations. And she was right about one; He did want it.

"I-I submit." Lincoln stuttered. Countess grinned.

"Great." She slowly lowered the rest of herself upon him. Lincoln's eyes widen as it felt like his junk was placed in a pleasurable vice. So tight! Before he knew, she was throwing the slow pace out the window and replaced it with a quick rise and fall.

"Oh my God!" Lincoln huffed out as he could barely keep up with the pace she was going at.

"You desired this, Lincoln." She says, breathing heavily, "And you enjoy every bit of it, I assure you. Just give into your desire."

"Yes." Lincoln moaned, unsure if he was answering to her or just moaning. Neither of them could tell nor care, simply carrying on.

"You like having it fast and dominating, Lincoln?" She asked.

"Y-yes, my Countess." Lincoln moaned his answer.

"Good. Cause it may be the only way to unload that full sac you have there." She says as she slams herself down, her rear making contact with his testicles. Lincoln's eyes practically bulging out of his head at this point.

"Hope the girls are enjoying the show we're putting on." Thought the Countess, all unaware to Lincoln.

(Meanwhile...)

Luna's/Luan's Room -

Luna and Luan gathered around, staring at the laptop with intense interest. Lincoln and "The Countess" displaying on the screen. Luan was fanning away at herself as she grew hot with arousal, while Luna listened with her headphones on and growing moist at the sounds that the two were making.

"I got to say, Lucy sure can be kinky with that role play stuff." Luan commented, but met with no response. She looked at her sister and was reminded about the headphones. She slugged Luna to get her attention.

"OW! WHAT?" Luna whined as she removed her headphones.

"I said Lucy's role play stuff sure can be kinky." Luan repeated herself.

"No doubt, dude. She must have some kind of dark side from the moon." Luna said, removing her moist panties and sling-shooting them into the hamper.

"Thank God she could fit through the vents." Luan said, "Especially with the others trying to lock the doors."

"Yeah, no doubt." Luna concurred, "She's rockin'!"

"As well as Lincoln's world right now!" Luan joked crassly as she watched her siblings nearing on climax on the climax.

"You think he'll realize it ain't a dream?" Luna questioned.

"As much as I love our brother, he can be quite gullible sometimes." Luan says sardonically, with Luna nodding in agreement.

"Oh look, there he cums!" Luan cracks another joke, pointing at the screen as Lincoln's O-face becomes more visible. Luna leans in with interest.

(Meanwhile back in Lincoln's room...)

"Oh my God, I'm going to cum my Countess!" Said Lincoln with eyes nearly bulging out of his head.

"Oh by the darkness!" She moans, "Give it to me! Give me your seed and mark your Countess!"

Lincoln almost wanting to push her off of him, to try and pull out in some manner. But...it's a dream, right? There are no real consequences. So it wouldn't matter, right? All these questions going about in his head as he kept up his thrusting, his dick straining to hold back the semen for as long as possible. But as the seconds passing, he had to give out.

"OOOOH!" Lincoln moaned as he climaxed, especially as he could feel his "Countess's" climax in return. Oh the pleasure, he grew dizzy with the pleasures of a cream-pie. The sensitivity of his member was still active as his Countess risen, slipping off from him.

"Feelin' great?" She asked.

"Amazing..." Lincoln said, his eyes nearly rolling into his head. She smirked with an atmosphere of pride forming around her.

"Good. I'm glad it was good for you too, Lincoln..." She says, but Lincoln could barely make out what she was saying for he was practically passing out on her. It was so good that it pretty much took it all out of him!

"Hmmm." She hummed as she petted the hair of the now sleeping Lincoln. "Least I can make my get away without excuses."

She turned for the vent, climbing up and escaping the walls of his room. 'Perhaps I'll return another night...' She thought she squeezed through the ventilation system, the musk of wild fucking leaking off into all the other rooms.

(Meanwhile, elsewhere...)

Lola woke up abruptly, her nostrils going wild. Despite the strawberry scented facial mask, the foul scent was strong. Especially with her sleeping mask causing her sense of smell to heighten. And the smell was interrupting her beauty sleep!

"Eww! Something stinks!" Lola whined, "Lana, was that you?!"

THE END.