Chapter 236: Dream Sex
Kalon sat on the dream couch for a second.
The light stayed even. The furniture stayed solid. Elena stayed exactly where she was, arms folded under her chest, watching him with that same sharp little smile.
In his head the whole thing still felt wrong. Conscious. Awake. Inside a house that was not fully real.
He stood up.
Elena’s eyes followed him as he crossed the lounge. He stopped in front of her and lifted a hand to her shoulder, half expecting his fingers to pass through.
They did not.
Her skin was warm and solid under his palm. He could feel the soft give of flesh, the heat of her body, even the faint dampness left in her dark hair from the bath earlier. Whatever Dream did, it copied touch properly.
Elena glanced down at his hand, then back up at his face.
"See?" she said. "I’m not a projection. This is really me."
Before he could pull back, she took his wrist and moved his hand straight onto her breast.
The lounge top was thin. Her breast filled his palm immediately, heavy and soft, nipple already tight against the fabric and brushing between his fingers. Elena pressed his hand in harder so he had to feel the full weight of it.
"You don’t have to be careful here," she said. "This is my space. If you’re going to test something, test it properly."
Kalon squeezed once. Elena’s breath left her nose in a slow satisfied sound.
She kept his hand where it was and used her other hand to pull the lounge top up over her chest, then off entirely. Her heavy breasts settled bare in front of him, full and mature, nipples pink and stiff. She put his hand back on the left one without any shame.
"That’s better."
She stepped in closer until her chest pressed against him and kissed him herself. It was not shy. Her mouth opened against his, tongue sliding in, one hand already working at the front of his trousers while he groped her breast properly for the first time.
When she got his cock out she wrapped her fingers around it and stroked him to full hardness with the same confident rhythm she had used in the bath.
"Already hard again," Elena murmured against his mouth. "Good. I was hoping you recovered fast."
She pushed him back until his legs hit the couch, then followed him down into his lap, straddling him. Her shorts came off with a quick shove of her thumbs. Underneath she was naked, already wet enough that when she rubbed her pussy along the underside of his cock it left a slick trail over him.
"When I stroked you earlier, I was desperate to know what such a thing would feel like inside of me... Has anyone told you that you have the perfect size? Ant bigger and it might break me."
Elena reached down, lined him up, and sank onto his cock in one slow controlled drop.
Her cunt was hot and tight around him. She took every inch until her fat ass sat flush against his thighs, heavy breasts pushed up against his chest, and let out a deep breath like she had been waiting for that stretch all evening.
"There we go. Just like that."
She started riding him with slow full movements, lifting almost all the way off before sliding back down. Her breasts swayed in front of his face. Kalon grabbed both of them and squeezed while she worked herself on his cock, thumbs dragging over her nipples. Elena made a soft approving sound and rolled her hips harder.
"That’s it. Use your hands. They’re not for sitting idle."
She fucked him like that for a while, controlled and deep, one hand braced on his shoulder, the other covering his hand on her breast so he would keep groping her the way she wanted. Every time she bottomed out her wetness coated his hips.
The dream lounge filled with the sound of her large ass meeting his thighs and the low noises she made when she angled him against the right spot inside her.
"You’re bigger than you looked in the water too," she said, almost conversational even as her breath shortened. "No wonder those academy girls make stupid faces around you."
Kalon gripped her waist and thrust up into her. Elena’s eyes narrowed with pleasure.
"Oh. There you are."
He thrust up again, harder. Elena’s confident rhythm broke for a second into something greedier. That was enough.
Kalon locked his arms around her, turned, and put her on her back on the couch without pulling out. Elena’s heavy thighs spread wide around him as he settled between them and started fucking her properly. Deep strokes. Steady pace. Her breasts bounced hard under his chest with every thrust.
"Ah— yes— like that—"
The motherly softness in her voice broke as he drove into her. She still tried to talk, still tried to keep that mature control, but each thrust knocked more of it out of her.
"Good boy— fuck— deeper—"
Kalon hooked one of her thick thighs higher and pounded into her cunt until she was gripping the couch cushion above her head. Her mature body took it beautifully. Soft stomach shifting. Heavy breasts rocking. Wet sounds loud between them every time his hips met hers.
Elena’s mouth stayed open, eyes half-lidded, the earlier composure replaced by raw need.
When he pulled out she made a frustrated sound and reached for him. Kalon moved up her body, knelt over her chest, and put his cock against her lips.
"Open."
Elena opened her mouth at once.
He pushed in over her tongue and started fucking her mouth with the same control he had used on her pussy. Elena’s hands came up to his thighs and held on while he used her. Spit ran from the corner of her lips. Her heavy breasts sat bare and flushed below him. She looked up at him the whole time, eyes wet now, letting him take the lead completely.
"I’m going to finish in your mouth," Kalon said.
Elena moaned around his cock in answer and sucked harder.
He gripped her hair and thrust in deep as he came. Thick ropes of cum pumped over her tongue and against the back of her throat. Elena’s throat worked as she took it. She did not pull off. She stayed there with his cock on her tongue until he finished emptying into her mouth, then sealed her lips and swallowed every bit of it in two clear motions.
When she finally let him go, she wiped the corner of her mouth with her thumb and looked up at him from the couch, bare chest still rising hard, eyes dark with satisfaction.
"Good," Elena said quietly. "Very good.