"Aaaaaaahhhh!!!!"
Although the head had hit Lestari's face and landed not far from her, she didn't detect any smell of blood.
'Further proof that what is happening now is just a dream.'
Lestari also felt no pain at all despite the wooden debris hitting her body, but when she lifted the wooden bar blocking the door, she could feel its weight, its mass, whatever you call it.
Although many pieces of evidence pointed to the characteristics of a dream, Lestari still found herself unable to escape the terror. Honestly, she often had nightmares about being chased by demons such as the Kuntilanak, Pocong, Genderuwo, and so on, especially when she was still in school. She was afraid, but fortunately, she never faced them alone. There were always other characters she knew accompanying her, such as her mother, father, sister, and friends.
However, Lestari's nightmare now ....
Although there were no disfigured faces of demons and although the man was so handsome ...
that nightmare was a thousand times more terrifying for her.
'The clarity of this plot, the clarity of this setting, and the clarity of those characters' appearances ...
will eventually drive me crazy ...
slowly mixing my subconscious with reality.'
"Rara Jonggrang ... apa sing ko pilih?"
[Translation: Rara Jonggrang ... what do you choose?].
"Iki."
[Translation: This.].
'!!!'
Lestari tried hard to fight back in her mind to change the plot of the dream. She concentrated hard on imagining a bright light, an exit, or simply getting rid of the sword, with its sharp tip just a centimeter from her neck. It was so close that she didn't even dare to scream, in fear of instant death if she moved her neck too much.
However, Lestari's dream seemed to have its own evil will.
Sweat flooded Lestari's entire body as she realized that she was trapped in her own subconscious. She could only scream in silence.
"Utawa iki."
[Translation: Or this.].
Click
Before squatting, the man sheathed his sword at his waist. It seemed he had decided to abandon his intention to kill Lestari.
Their four dark brown eyes met.
Not even once did the man blink. His stare was not just an ordinary one, but one that contained an obsession of sorts, that made Lestari feel like an object he had completely claimed in his mind.
Then the man's stare slid, lingered for a moment on Lestari's twin hills, before slid down to her flat stomach, until it finally settled on the vital area below her navel. It was as if he was thinking of various ways to penetrate that tightness, his stare merciless, filled only with hunger.
Apparently, the man still wanted to kill Lestari ... in another way.
"Amilih apa?!"
Perplexed, Lestari's shoulders hunched as the man's voice vibrated across her skin. His tone was sharp, leaving no room for negotiation or disobedience.
There was no doubt about Lestari's choice: the second option, let the man rape her!
For the umpteenth time, Lestari reminded herself that all that was happening was not real, but merely a dream. After all, she had already experienced several erotic dreams. She was no longer a naive schoolgirl. At 24 years old, it was time for her to be picked and devoured ....
Perhaps the ripples of desire in Lestari's pupils were exposed because, without a word, the man snatched her body. He grabbed her waist and shoulders with his fingers pressing hard into her skin, as if carrying loot.
Although Lestari did not feel any pain, she could tell that there was no gentleness in the man's actions.
In just a few steps, the man reached the edge of the bed. Without warning, Lestari's world seemed to turn upside down when the man threw her down. Her body floated for a moment before crashing roughly onto the bed, making a loud thud.
'Oh my God ....
Thank God this is a dream.'
Lay flat on back, Lestari's hair was spread out, and it covered part of her face, which was still stained with blood.
Standing tall beside the bed, the man's stare was filled with dark desire and unresolved anger. With calm movements, he began to untie the cloth wrapped around his lower body.
Now, the man was completely naked.
Without hesitation, Lestari's stare was fixed on the man's manhood. The large, long, veiny shaft was perfectly erect and radiated a wild, demanding masculine energy.
Unconsciously, Lestari crossed her thighs.
'Ah ... I'm already wet ... Just looking at his cock is turning me on ....'
Click
However, it didn't take five minutes for Lestari to regain her sanity. The fluid produced by her vagina stopped.
'This man is raising his sword again!!!'
The thought of herself being mutilated like a fish at the market now haunted Lestari. She hurriedly sat up.
"Haywa malayu!"
The first word was difficult to understand, but the second sounded like 'Melayu'. She was certain that the man was not referring to the Malay ethnicity. Therefore, the word must be synonymous with 'mlayu', which means to run.
Of course, Lestari would obey the man's warning. There was no chance of escape; the only option was to win his heart through an intimate relationship.
The nature of their relationship was unclear to Lestari. The man seemed to want to kill her, yet he also seemed to want to let her live.
Afraid that the man really thought Lestari was trying to escape, she threw herself onto the floor. His position was right next to the bedside table, causing Lestari's face to be immediately slapped by his vitality.
Armed with ten years of experience watching pornography and reading erotic novels, Lestari opened her mouth and stuck out her moist tongue, slowly tracing every inch of the pulsating relief on the pillar of flesh.
Slowly, like a child who doesn't want to finish licking their ice cream, Lestari moved her tongue up and down. Closed her eyes, then she shifted the focus to the tip, circling the horseshoe-shaped eye that was oozing a little clear liquid.
A low, rough groan escaped the man's throat every time Lestari swept across that sensitive gap.
No longer patient enough to accept slow, gentle licks, he grabbed Lestari's hair roughly and pulled her head forward. Her mouth opened wide as the man's entire purple-brown penis forced its way into her throat.
Lestari opened her eyes and stared up.
"Nora dak kira yan ko kanyatan sawijining dayang," said the man as their eyes met.
The full sensation should have made Lestari, a virgin, choke and vomit, but fortunately it was only a dream, so that would not happen.
With a primitive rhythm, the man began going back and forth inside Lestari's mouth. The roughness of his thrusts made it impossible for Lestari to close her mouth.
Saliva began to flow out of Lestari's mouth and slowly dripped down her chin, falling onto the floor. Her eyes widened from the pressure every time the man pushed deep into her throat.
His primitive hip movements became even more primitive. The man's sex drive was at its peak.
The man's grip on Lestari's hair tightened. He pulled her head completely locked onto his increasingly stiff younger brother and gave a few final, deep thrusts.
A shudder ran through the man's body and a hoarse groan, like the satisfied roar of a predator, escaped from his mouth. He had reached the climax.
After ensuring that Lestari had swallowed all of his essence without a single drop escaping, the man finally pulled out his penis.
Lestari looked up and smiled.