Felicity's Beast World Apocalypse-Chapter 54: Dreams 18+
Every man in the camp dreamed of her that night, and she belonged to every one of them.
In every tent, the men twitched and moaned in their blankets or piled fur, their faces contorted in hunger and longing, their hands buried under sleeping bags and tucked behind the shade of knees. In the dream no, in her space she received each one of them.
Ash was the first to fall asleep, and the first to fall into dream. He found himself at the edge of a vast, silver desert. The dunes shimmered under starlight, and there she waited Felicity, her fox-tail swishing nervously behind her, eyes downcast yet hopeful.
"Ash," she whispered, her voice barely carrying across the sand. She bit her lip, a flush spreading across her cheeks as she extended one trembling hand toward him. "Please..."
He ran. The world narrowed to her shy, beckoning gesture.
When he reached her, she looked up through her lashes. "You’re my hero," she breathed, pressing herself against him with hesitant urgency. Her body felt small, fragile beneath his hands. "I need you."
She guided him down onto the sand, her movements uncertain yet eager. As he positioned himself above her, she squirmed beneath him, all submission and want. Her dress fell away like water, revealing skin that glowed in the starlight.
"Please," she whispered again, her thighs parting for him. "Fill me."
Ash’s hands trembled against her skin. "Please," she whispered, arching beneath him, her pulse visible at her throat. He lowered his mouth to taste that flutter, feeling her gasp against his lips. Her fingers traced the markings along his shoulders, tentative at first, then with growing urgency. "Ash," she breathed, the sound of his name making him dizzy. He’d imagined this countless times her warmth, her scent, her body welcoming his but reality eclipsed fantasy as she pulled him closer, whispering his name again and again like a prayer..
Sarge found himself on the moonlit beach in Perth, the silver-tipped waves crashing against wet sand. She stood there, her slight frame wrapped in a faded blue bikini, arms crossed over her chest as though trying to disappear. Her voice trembled when she called his name, eyes downcast, shoulders hunched forward like a wounded bird. "Are you alright?" he asked, the concern in his voice carried away by the salt-laden breeze. Without warning, she collapsed against him, her cold skin pressing into his warmth as she nestled into the protective circle of his arms. "I’ve always thought you were brave," she whispered, her words barely audible above the rhythmic pounding of the surf. Her breath catching when his teeth grazed her neck. Their bodies found each other in the dark a gasp when skin met skin, the whisper of her name against her collarbone, her head falling back as he lifted her, the sweet burn of becoming one person instead of two.
The three horse brothers materialized in the doorway of their old apartment, their massive frames blocking all light. Felicity’s heart hammered against her ribs at the sight of them powerful, primal, perfect. She stumbled across the room, her lips burning against each of their stubbled cheeks. The dinner she’d prepared steamed on the table, forgotten instantly when she gazed up at them through heavy lashes. They descended upon her like starving men, lifting her onto the counter with bruising grips, growling praise into her skin. Their enormous shafts strained against her, claiming every inch of her body in a savage rhythm that tore screams from her throat and left her drowning in their heat, their scent, their endless flood.
*
Elsewhere, Ivan’s team and Snow’s squadron slept within spitting distance, but in their dreams they sprawled on a clean white bed, the slope of her hip outlined in gold and ivory, her lips parted, Teeth sinking into her trembling lower lip, eyes glistening with unshed tears as she beckoned with a hesitant curl of her finger, her cheeks blazing crimson, skin flushed hot from collarbone to hairline, a soft, involuntary moan already escaping her throat.
Pope, whose faith had always been a matter of expedience rather than credence, found her soaked in candlelight and incense, kneeling before him in a confessional defined by shadow. She wrapped her mouth around him, eyes locked on his face in a silent question, and he answered with a hand tangled in her hair, guiding her deeper. His hips surged forward, claiming her throat in desperate thrusts that spoke of days of restraint now broken. Each time she took him completely, her forgiveness washed over him like absolution, and he surrendered to it entirely.
Ivan, ever quiet and distant, found her in a silent garden, dew bright on the black grass, her hands gentle as she guided him to kneel with her, to finally claim what he’d silently coveted, to devour her with a hunger that had nearly broken him. To possess her completely his tongue tracing paths he’d only dreamed of, his hands memorising curves he’d pretended not to notice, his body driving into hers with an intensity that would brand his existence into her memory forever.
Even Legend, who had trained himself to sleep on his back like a corpse and wake in full armor, dreamed. In his vision, the walls fell away and he was alone with her in the void. She pressed her small body against his chest, whispering his name, trembling with need and trust and absolute certainty in his strength. His arms encircled her, lifting her as if she weighed nothing, and she melted for him, her limbs lax with surrender. He pinned her down, gentle but inescapable, and she gasped his name as he moved inside her, her fingers digging grooves in his back. He flipped her over with a single fluid motion, his powerful hands gripping her hips to guide her onto all fours, he leaned forward until his chest pressed against her back. His breath was hot against her ear as he worked a finger slowly into her, the intimate intrusion making her gasp. "I will always be your shield," he promised, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her body. "And when we finally settle, I’ll fill you with my essence until you’re heavy with it until there’s no doubt who you belong to."
*
The dreams were not feverish or shameful; they were soft, enveloping, and relentless. In each, Felicity was both the architect and the gift, the initiator and the yielded-to, the singular fantasy at the root of every man’s loneliness. And she was loving, impossibly so, a bottomless well of sweetness and approval. The men woke weeping or panting, guiltless and full of hollowed ache in the wake of the dream’s erasure.
Her husbands weren’t dreaming they were in her mindspace, summoned by her need. She’d adorned herself with nothing but a blood-red silk bow across her heaving breasts and crimson lace barely covering what they all hungered for. "Come," she commanded, her voice a siren’s call that shattered their restraint. "Let me burn this pain away." Voss tore the bow free with a growl that vibrated through her bones. Victor’s eyes flashed dangerously as he ripped the lace down her thighs, his tongue leaving fire trails on her sensitive skin. Damien claimed her mouth savagely, swallowing her gasps as Voss impaled her on his throbbing length, Victor’s hands bruising her hips as he positioned her, then thrust mercilessly into her entrance right next to voss. The double penetration made her scream into Damien’s mouth the delicious violation filling those hollow spaces Voss had foreseen in her future. Damien, eyes black with lust, coated his scaled tail with her essence before driving it deep into her last untaken channel, both his rigid cocks forcing her lips apart, claiming every part of her at once.
No one knew the others had dreamed the same thing, for each was convinced they alone had conjured her, that only they had earned her attention and her surrender. The camp was not, that morning, a landscape of combat or purpose. It was a camp of men who had, for a few wild moments, tasted perfect safety.
And as they woke to the sound of the alarm, to news that the Commander was moving, each of them felt a new sense of clarity a new, desperate loyalty to the fennec girl at the center of their battered world.
She was the future they would kill for. The dream had made it real.
