Wet dream

"Hngh ... annnhhh ......"

Livy moaned loudly.

She didn't understand what situation she was in that she was in this timeline.

Arthur was above her naked and sweaty, his black eyes like a hungry eagle finding prey. They were panting. On the other hand, she also realized that she was naked. Their skin touched and drenched in sweat. She didn't know where they were. The dim room made the view not very clear.

Livy's thoughts were interrupted when Arthur cupped her chin. She didn't struggle as hot lips immediately scooped up hers, causing her to convulse and laboriously let out a good moan as her tongue sucked.

"A-Arthur, mmmnnnnhhh ......"

For a moment, nothing stopped Livy from succumbing to the pulse of desire and heat that welled up through her body, the shock of his touch jolting through her. She cupped Arthur's face back, gently bitting the lips in front of her.

Livy still didn't understand, and didn't care. The whole world faded into a meaningless blur.

Even to think that she dared to blatantly dominate the kiss, it was somewhat impossible in her senses.

'So, what the hell happened?'

Exhaling in the air, Arthur let go of her lips, only for a moment before starting to kiss her again passionately. Quickly turning things around, he sucked in and led the kiss by biting Livy's plump lower lip, devouring her sweet scent, inhaling the air she exhaled.

His kisses were gentle and comforting in a way that can never be expressed in words.

In the midst of their bite, Arthur's fingers crept up the two chunks of chewy flesh while squeezing them. Before Livy knew what was happening, he licked her lips and lowered his head to her nipples. His lips covered her rosy peak as he sucked it firmly into his hot mouth. He made a sucking sound as his tongue worked over her nipple, making it stiff in his mouth.

"T-That's ticklish, s-stop, hngh ............" Livy groaned, squeezed her eyes shut.

She groaned as Arthur moved his body between her thighs and without her realizing he spread her legs wide with his body between her legs. He kept her nipple in his mouth and his hands slid down to her thigh.

A part of her wanted to go break free, but knew it was useless because if he stopped, she would lose. Her body obeyed Arthur more than she did.

She closed her eyes and groaned as she felt the first two fingers enter her wet pussy. Arthur moved them in and out at a steady pace while his thumb massaged her clit.

“Mmmhhh … Arthur … Aaahhh,” she groaned loudly.

Arthur added another finger to stretch the narrow opening, while his thumb was pressing and yawning her clit on purpose. The fingers curled in her, digging in even tighter no matter how Livy breathed sharply in amusement and overwhelm.

"Please," she hissed as Arthur was still running his fingers in and out of her pussy, even though it was already soaking wet and slippery.

As before, Arthur didn't say anything; he was stiff like a robot, like he was soulless and empty. Livy's body shuddered as a large, veined dick thrust in without warning, replacing his previous three fingers with horse-like force. Livy's entire body shook, she continued to be pushed and hit without a break after that, causing her eyes to turn white. Not quite there, while continuing to push his dick, Arthur pinched Livy's tense nipples while pinching them. She slammed her head overwhelmed.

She hadn't realized since when she had bitten her lip so hard that Arthur's other finger stretched her lips, preventing her from hurting her own. Her face was sweaty, confused and dazed—tears welling up in her eyes.

When Arthur stopped and backed away, she panicked and quickly cupped his cheeks. "No ... d-don't stop," she pleaded.

Livy didn't know why, but she didn't want to finish this quickly.

She yelped as her hands was violently pulled up, and the rope was already tightly tying her wrist. She looked at Arthur questioningly, but Arthur didn't even glance at her. Arthur deftly got into position again and with a strong thrust of his cock, her eyes shot open. His was full inside of her, spilling a thick, boiling liquid, so that her stomach burned.

"Aaahhhhh ... hhhngh ... A-Arthur... Q-Quick... yeah, o-over there ...... mmmhhhhh......... ahhhh ... harderrr ........."

Arthur kept pushing back and forth, Livy's body shaking to the beat.

After a while, her cries faded to soft moans and whimpers as Arthur backed away, and his hands slid upwards. Livy gasped at the sudden feeling of being completely empty. She bit her lip, feeling empty for a moment and she saw Arthur carrying lubricant in his hand then spilling it onto his hands.

"???"

Livy knew what it was, but wasn't it too late to use it after her pussy was wet?

She gritted her teeth and groaned as a cold viscous liquid lubricated her hole. She didn't like the sensation and squirmed as Arthur rubbed his finger over the edge of the hole. She looked at Arthur with blurry eyes, noticed his eyes were getting darker and stared straight at her without any emotion.

Pressing his thumb along the tiny part of her clitoris, she shivered at the look in his eyes and how they had become soulless.

Livy found these eyes a bit ... strange.

"A-Arthur .........?" Trembling was heard in her voice.

Livy choked as his cock went in at once and pushed hard into her again, replacing his previous four fingers. As he pushed, his sticky hands squeezed Livy's hips tightly, and they were so hard they might have left a trail of bruises.

But she didn't have a chance to groan in pain before Arthur grabbed firmly. She groaned at the urge, her hands clenched in a knot, crying as the man pushed her again and again. She felt Arthur's hand rise to her throat, and a soft moan caught in her throat. Arthur's hand lightly squeezed Livy's neck, pressing down on the front of her throat with his thumb.

Somehow she was suffocating.

No breath came to her head for a few moments, then Livy noticed the pressure on her neck getting stronger and she coughed loudly.

"Ar-thur ..."

Livy coughed loudly, completely losing air from the strangulation in her neck. She stared at Arthur in disbelief, but her gaze gradually became blurry as she was deprived of oxygen. Instinctively she tried to break free, rebelling and kicking anything to get away. The thrust beneath her was even more intense, she felt that even the hole had oozed blood and fell onto the sheet. Livy continued to struggle, it was all pointless while her neck was being strangled.

Her vision swam, black dots started dancing in the corners of her eyes and she knew she would lose consciousness any minute.

But she still didn't know why Arthur was strangling her?

She wanted to run away, but even her moans caught in her own throat. The more she struggled the weaker she became.

With difficulty she looked up at Arthur. Surprisingly, there were no dark black eyes as beautiful and intense as the night sky; it was just a shell with no eyeballs at all and moreover … blood gushed out of those eye shells, running down his cheeks, dripping down.

"Livy ..."

Arthur's lips called out to her, but it wasn't his voice at all.

"Livy ... Livy ... Livy ..."

Those lips continued to babble about her name, suddenly the corners of his lips widened into a bad shape and the depths of his black mouth seemed as if it was going to devour her completely. Livy was shaken, her eyes widened in horror and she immediately screamed her lungs out.

...

.........

"Livy? Livy!"

Livy's eyes shot open and the terror of fear didn't go away. She looked up at the ceiling of an unfamiliar room, her breath shallow and ragged. A familiar face floated in front of her, it was Arthur.

What? What happened? Where?

"Nightmare?"

Livy clutched her neck, she still remembered the suffocation feeling when Arthur's fingers pressed against her. No. It was a dream. It was just a nightmare. It was just a nightmare, right?

A glass was thrust at her, Livy stared in disbelief for a while and her body stiffened. Arthur sat on the edge of the bed still glass in hand, when he handed her the glass again, Livy instinctively backed away. It was a reflex move because she was still carried away by the dream adrenaline just now. But Arthur who saw this indirect refusal, frowned. He put the glass on the nightstand and stood up.

"Calm yourself. Maybe because you're not feeling well, you're having a nightmare." Arthur returned to the couch, took the tablet and was busy with it.

After Livy got out of her daze, she realized she had made a mistake.

"I-I ... uh, sorry."

That was all she could say.

Arthur took a sip of the tea that was on the table with an undisturbed motion. "Did you have nightmares about me?"

Livy grimaced. Her dream was indeed about Arthur, but it was about her and Arthur having sex that ended Arthur wanting to kill her. Shit! What kind of dream was that?

"Well, not exactly a nightmare."

Arthur's hand on the tablet stopped. "There is no need to believe in dreams, because dreams are the opposite of reality."

Livy felt bitter in her heart. If when Arthur strangled her in her dream it was the opposite of reality, she wouldn't mind, but what about her dream of having sex with him? What's the opposite of that?

"Are you still feeling dizzy?" Arthur asked.

Livy was a bit dazed, didn't answer right away, instead trying to remember what had happened before she went to sleep and had that damn bad dream.

Right, didn't she throw up?

She threw up on the plane!

Livy's eyes widened and she looked around her.

She saw the beautiful crystal chandelier on the ceiling, the spacious bedroom, the plush sofa, and the soft king-size bed. That's beautiful.

Where is this ...

"H-Have we arrived?"

Livy looked around again, she really was in an unfamiliar luxurious room.

"Mn."

When did she arrive in this room? Is she sleepwalking?

"So are you still dizzy? I'll call the doctor here," Arthur asked again.

"Eh? No need. It's just the rest of the motion sickness anyway."

Arthur didn't answer. At the same time, his phone rang and he frowned. "I'll pick up the call in a moment."

Livy nodded.

She thought Arthur was going out to take the call, in fact he just shifted a little further and sat back down on the beautiful gold threaded couch.

Livy saw how she looked. She was still wearing the same clothes she wore on the plane. Right now her body was wrapped in a thick soft blanket. There was a faint smell of vomit on the shirt, not very pleasant, she was very embarrassed.

Had Arthur smelled it all this time and not been disgusted?

"I didn't tell you to come."

Suddenly she heard Arthur's voice. It wasn't pressing and not loud, just a little irritated.

Arthur was silent for a moment as the person across from him answered, then said again, "You can't see her. She's shy."

Who was Arthur talking to?

"Don't come."

After saying that in a sharp tone, Arthur hung up the phone. His expression didn't change in the slightest, so Livy didn't know if he was really angry.

He then picked up the phone on the desk and dialed a number. "Please deliver food to my room."

After putting the phone back. He sighed.

"The food will arrive in half an hour. I ordered since an hour ago, but since you didn't wake up, everything got cold. The hotel cook will warm it again."

Livy frowned. How many hours did she sleep?

She checked the clock on the wall and realized it was already night. The plane landed at five o'clock in the afternoon, then she couldn't remember what happened after that. Did she sleep for four hours?

"Then I'll take a shower first," she said.

"Take a warm bath."

Livy nodded.

After a while of waiting, Arthur didn't leave the room either. He sat back on the couch and leaned back comfortably. Livy noticed that Arthur had changed into short-sleeved blue pajamas, revealing his slightly plump skin. All this time she thought he was so skinny that he must not have much muscle, but in fact it was there, just not very big.

"You ... still here? Don't you go back to your room? Ah, is this not my room? Then where is my room?" Livy asked nervously.

Arthur stared at her for a long moment before replying, "Your room is here, and mine is here too."

Livy's eyes widened.

"You brought a friend. Does she know that we were just pretending to be married?"

That was right.

Sarah had no idea that this marriage was a sham. Livy didn't think Arthur would think this through so well, if their rooms were separated, Sarah would definitely wonder and she would be mad at her.

But ... rooming with Arthur ...

Inadvertently her gaze fell on Arthur's lips, and recalled how they had kissed and sucked hers. Livy gulped.

"You don't have to worry, I'll sleep on the couch," Arthur said.

Livy was surprised. "How can I let you sleep on the couch? You sleep on this bed and I on the couch, ok?"

After all, Arthur couldn't possibly get used to sleeping on a narrow couch. Livy was thinner than him, she could sleep there without falling.

"No problem, I can sleep on the couch."

"No! You're on the bed, and I'm on the couch!" Livy insisted.

"Don't make trouble."

"I-I ... I'm not causing any trouble. I'm thin, so I can sleep on the sofa comfortably."

Arthur was silent.

"After all, you paid for this hotel, as well as the plane—and all the other accommodations. I only came for free, how could I ..."

Livy's words stopped. Because she looked down, she didn't realize that Arthur had got up and was now in front of her. His jaw seemed to harden, maybe he was angry. As he stretched out his hand, Livy was so afraid she would be hit, so she closed her eyes, but she felt her body shift slightly to the left.

Huh?

Livy opened her eyes and was confused.

"This bed is so wide, sleep together."

After shifting Livy he turned slowly to the other side and plopped down on the bed.

Livy stammered. “Y-You … you …”

"This is better. Don't argue. I'm tired." Arthur put his arm to his eyes, and fell silent.

"I'm sorry. You must be tired because I troubled you during the trip, right? You go to sleep. I won't bother you."

Arthur was stunned to hear this sentence. He was tired not because he was bothered by it, but the eight hour journey on the plane wasn't short and he wasn't in good health lately. He sensed that the bed was moving a little and knew that Livy get up. He decided to pretend to be asleep as she tiptoed slowly to the bathroom. He wanted to laugh inwardly.

After he heard the sound of water in the bathroom, he opened his eyes. The gloomy ceiling greeted him. This sight was really bad.

He closed his eyes again and finally fell asleep completely.

'Interesting girl.'

... to be continued ...