Emerging from a restless sleep, Mia feels a rush of anxiety wash over her, as if the weight of the world has decided to take a nap on her chest. A primal sense of queasiness bubbles up in her stomach, threatening to make a not-so-graceful appearance. Slowly cracking open her eyes, she is met with a blurry figure looming above her, wrapped in shadows. From the sheer size and weight she feels, Mia can only guess that this must be some sort of giant. His looming presence dwarfs her tiny bed, casting an otherworldly spell.
Surely, this can't be just any old human. It must be a creepy demon, or maybe a wild Werewolf straight out of a nightmare, its sharp claws skimming her skin without breaking it. As her eyes adjust to the dim light, she manages to make out his arms wrapped around her waist, holding her in a tight grip.
His chest pressed against hers sends shockwaves through her, making her feel like she's about to melt away. Mia tries in vain to push him off, but her body seems glued in place, trapped in an invisible cage. In the darkness, his face remains a vague shadow, a mystery she can't unravel.
The air hangs heavy, suffocating her with its oppressive presence, a mix of her own sweat and his foreign scent. It's a stark reminder that she doesn't belong in this dark place. Panic sets in, her heart pounding fiercely against her ribs, the pressure threatening to crush her.
Yet, she finds herself unable to speak, her voice silenced by an unseen force. Only short, desperate gasps escape her lips, like a drowning whale begging for air. In the suffocating silence, a voice echoes in her mind, mocking and disorienting.
"Can you hear me? Can you even move your mouth?" the words taunt her. Mia's mind screams for help, begging for someone or something to save her from this nightmare.
Finally, he pulls away, breaking the suffocating closeness between them, only to lean in once more and press his lips against hers. And just like that, he transforms into Yuri, the dragon. A gasp escapes Mia, filling her lungs and calming her racing heart. His touch traces the path of her tears, leaving a bittersweet taste in their wake.
With a gentle nip at her lip, Mia finds herself giving in to the allure of this enigma. The paralysis that gripped her dissolves, replaced by a rush of desire. Their lips meet again, sparking a fiery passion within her, urging her to reach out and hold on to this mysterious connection..
Their kiss deepened, a passionate exploration of unspoken desires that swirled between them like a whirlwind. As their tongues intertwined in a tender dance, he let out a low growl against her lips, sending delicious shivers down her spine. A surge of primal longing coursed through her veins, igniting a fire that threatened to consume them both.
Her hands moved on their own, tangling in the dark strands of his hair. Part of her wanted to regain control, but another wilder part urged her to lose herself completely in this shared desire. Mia felt weightless, as if floating above her bed in a euphoric haze. Her mind foggy, she reveled in the exhilarating sensation of being swept away by passion.
But she wasn't alone in this intoxicating dance.
She could feel his growing arousal through the way his hips moved against hers. His grip tightened, eliciting a deep moan from her as she pressed closer, silently inviting more. Yet, amidst the passion, a nagging thought crept in – how did she end up here, on the brink of surrendering to a forbidden fantasy? Confusion mingled with desire, adding an uneasy edge to the surging emotions within her.
With a sudden jolt of realization, Mia pulled away from him, falling backwards onto the wooden floor with a thud. The impact left her flushed and disoriented, the room feeling stiflingly hot. Weakness overtook her as she scrambled away, her mind urging her to escape this enchanting nightmare. Fingers trembling, she reached for the light switch, desperate for clarity.
The room flooded with light as she flicked the switch, dispelling the shadows that had clouded her senses. The sight brought a sense of comfort, grounding her in reality. But when Mia turned around, he was gone, leaving her alone with the remnants of their fleeting connection. The wind whispered secrets through the open window, carrying away the traces of their forbidden encounter. She was left to grapple with the consequences of a momentary lapse, haunted by the lingering touch of their ephemeral connection.