"Don't be frightened, relax. I won't harm you, but you could hurt yourself if you are tense."

Freya shuddered, turned on by his lips on her ear, and she let out a breath and released some tension. Noticing her reaction, the shadowy man began to lick and nibble at her ear, making her moan lightly as he resumed his slow push into her. Once the head of his cock was in her he paused, caressing her full breasts while sticking his tongue in her ear. She gasped and arched into him, and then he thrust the rest of the way into her. It didn't hurt, but it was shocking. He stilled, giving her time to get used to his intrusion. His tongue laved over her nipples, first of one, then the other, not wanting to neglect either.

When she began to move restlessly beneath him he began to move, starting with a slow, easy pace, thrusting into her and withdrawing almost completely. The slow pace left her feeling every inch of his impressive length sliding in and out. He seemed to know the perfect timing to speed up, and cantrd his hips on entry at just the right angle to hit the perfect spot within her.

Freya's breaths came in panting moans, her hands tangled in his long hair as her fingers dug into his shoulder blades. It felt amazing, and she felt that pressure inside her building again. She felt close to...something, she wasn't quite sure what. Her moans were louder, and the shadowy man's groans of pleasure only added to her own arousal. Knowing that he was just as affected made her feel like she was being undone. Unless he was a mara.

The crow of the rooster jolted her out of the dream. She was covered in sweat, and her panties were soaked. She rolled over and muffled a scream into her pilloe, pounding her fists on the mattress. She had never felt so frustrated in her life. She'd never had a dream like that before. It felt so real, so vivid. It was nothing like the vague, hazy sex dreams she'd had before. And it was the first time she'd dreamed that kind of thing without knowing the man. Usually she dreamed about... She stopped that thought before it started, blushing hotly.

Freya jumped out of bed and ripped off her smallclothes, tossing them on the floor. She changed into clean undergarments and a fresh shirt. She put on the demin pants from the previous day. She didn't have enough pairs to wear fresh ones, and she didn't have time to do the washing today. That would have to wait until tomorrow, barring rain.

As Freya ran downstairs to make breakfast, she wondered if she shadow man was as disappointed as she was. She shook her head, trying to clear herself of such a silly thought. He was just a dream figment, he couldn't be disappointed. He wasn't real. Unless he was a mara. Freya scoffed.