It's only your soul... (DigitalSiren x Staine)

[Bunny]

Nessera winged through the darkness, bubbles of dreaming mortals floating through the darkness, illuminating the space just around it. No two were the same, as no two dreams were alike. She had been given her first mission, having finally matured to the point that the other succubus and incubus had finally deemed her ready. In appearance, she was no more than sixteen, if one compared her to a mortal. In reality she had just turned one-hundred and twenty-one. Upon the celebration of her birth, she had been given a singular mission. Pick a mortal, any mortal and enter into a contract. At the end of the contract, his soul would be hers and she would be a full fledged succubus.

Wind created by her wings stirred the flame colored curls away from her face, strong agile beats of the soft leathery appendages propelling her forward. Giggling she circled around a bubble and ducked around another. Lilith told her, when asked how she'd know, that she'd just.. feel it. So far, nothing about the dream bubbles called to her. The only joy she felt as she spirited through the dream realm was the feeling of freedom and exhilaration. To be a real succubus was her only goal. She gave a bright giggle as she shot upwards, bursting through a collection of bubbles she hovered over them, wings flexing before allowing herself to plummet back downwards.

Nessera fell on her back, hair rushing past her face as she streamed downwards, wings closed behind her. Suddenly, she felt a pulse. Wings snapping open she rolled in the air and looked around. Down, in the darkness to her left she could see an unusually dim dream bubble. She felt the pulse again, seemingly from the bubble. Frowning she flew closer. Other bubbles seemed to avoid this one, not that any really touched, but some seemed to linger closer to one another. This one was alone, near the bottom of the realm, flickering dimly. Frowning she reached out and stroked the surface.

Loneliness, despair, need.. Strong but sadder emotions. This wasn't what she had expected. In fact, most said they found their first needing and wanting. Eager, horny.. but generally happy. Not this bubble. Frowning still Nessera pushed her head through. Her head appeared in his real world, floating above his bed where he slept. Squirming through she floated above his bed, ghostly in form. No contract made meant she wasn't corporeal. Even if he woke at that very second he'd likely not see her.

The man asleep below her was handsome, his hair a sandy brown in tone. It fell about his face in haphazard strands. Reaching down, Nessera brushed her fingers along his cheek, pushing an errant strand of hair away from his face. Even in sleep he seemed to wear a frown. His brows drawn together and his lips down turned. Letting herself sink lower she pressed a kiss to his forehead, letting her consciousness melt into him. She fell though his mind until she landed in his current dream. It wasn't what she had expected, from tales from the others. She expected something.. What she found was altogether different.

Darkness. Cold Darkness greeted her. She couldn't see a floor or ceiling. Just him sitting alone facing nothingness. Shaking her head slightly, her heart ached for him. This man, was lonely.. even in his dreams. She blew into the darkness and his dream changed, bending to her will. This part seemed to come naturally to her. She pulled them into a warm cafe, his table near a window. She knew not to push his dream to far too quickly, doing so would cause it to break and snap. Outside the window, snow fell lazily. A warm fire sprung to life somewhere nearby, slowly warming him. A book opened before him, in his arms and a cup of tea slowly formed near his right hand, steam rising from it.

Nessera slowly picked how she wanted to appear. She still kept most of her appearance; the long flame red locks that fell down her back in soft waves. She left it loose. Her horns however, ebony black that curled upwards daintily were gone. Te same with her wings and tail, both soft and velvety in appearance. No, what approached his table was a cute girl. Her big, blue eyes likely the thing that would stand out the most. They were almost lavender in hue with flecks of silver in them. Like stars in a night sky.

She smiled at him, and cleared her throat, drawing her attention towards her. Dressed in a soft pink sweater dress, the knit chunky. It followed her gentle curves but wasn't tight to her form. A scarf wrapped around her neck in a soft white color. It matched the thigh high socks that clung to her legs. She didn't bother with shoes, it was a dream. I meant she didn't have to be realistic. She held a steaming mug of coco in her hands. She smiled at him, shyly, her eyes already about eye level. Nessera was short, even normally. She barely crested five feet. "Hi, could I join you?" Her voice was soft, sweet.. Though it held a tinge of something else that was hard to place. Though if one though long enough, hard enough.. it was lust. Part of her powers blossoming. "I am Nessera" She held out a small hand. Her first job beginning. She flashed him a smile, her canines slightly longer than her other teeth. "But if you like, you could call me Sera?"

 

[Staine]

The man beneath her was Owen, and there was a reason he seemed so lonely.

He was.

He had been with his high-school sweetheart ever since they had left to find jobs in the small town, always together and inseparable from the age of 15 and onwards. They had been each other's first, they had dated through the later years of high school and beyond for over a decade before the accident. He was 30 now, it had been 4 long years without her. First he had cried, he hadn't had the energy or drive to do anything else apart from attending her funeral. Everybody around him had known them as a couple for so long that it seemed weird to see him without her, and they had offered their condolences, their well wishes and tried to pull him from the sand pit he was sinking into as he brushed them all away. He said things he didn't mean to say just to get them to stop asking him how he felt, he started avoiding places where he knew their mutual friends would be and avoiding his own family because every little piece of normalcy he found just made him wish she were with him. The more people tried to help him the more he had lashed out and driven them away.

It had been more than a year since they had tried now. He worked from home, making wooden and leather furniture to sell on his online store and at the market, something else that reminded him of her. She had made the clothing, the drapes, things from cloth and fabric, sewing and knitting with a skill he couldn't hope to match and they had both worked on the jewellery. Now he only made the furniture, a few standard pieces and some custom work. He made a tidy living, still lived in the house they had been gifted together by their parents, both sets of parents working together to buy them their first home. Even then, at the age of 22, everybody had known they would be together forever. Now he had nobody, nothing, drifting through life with as little human contact as possible. His dream had reflected that, darkness, cold and damp where he searched for someone, anyone to end his misery, to be able to pull him out of the shell his life had become.

Then everything changed.

The darkness became brighter, not overly so but it was a place now, recognisable as a cafe and yet completely alien to him, he had never been in this room before. Near his hand appeared a cup of tea...he never drank tea, and had he been sitting down before? He was now. A book laid open in front of him, a fire heated him, there was a view from the window beside him but not much noise, nothing in fact over the crackling of the fire. It was peaceful, something he would have loved a few years ago, when Alison had been there. A noise, a feminine voice coughing dragged his attention away from the unusual scene that had appeared as if out of nowhere. A girl stood there, she couldn't have been more than 18 years old, barely above the age Alison had been when they met in school...but where Alison had green eyes the girl had blue and deep red hair that was a far cry from the soft brown. It wasn't here, their faces didn't even look the same either, and Alison had been taller. This girl was pretty though, and was smiling at him. Didn't she know who he was? He was the miserable guy, the one people were meant to avoid. The grumpy middle aged man, 30 years old and never spoke to anybody. She asked him a question and he looked dumbfounded, he hadn't been asked many questions recently. Even as handsome as he was with his soft brown eyes and hair, masculine, sharp featured face and the good shape he kept himself in, he hadn't talked to another girl since Alison had died besides cashiers and a few friends that had quickly given up on him.

"Yeah...yeah I guess you can join me." His tone wasn't as kind as it could have been, like he really wasn't used to how he was meant to talk to another. "It's a free country, right? I thought I was dreaming anyway." He laughed sharply. "I must be dreaming, I wouldn't be caught dead in a place like this, not for a long time." He looked up at the girl. "I'm Owen. I guess there's no point in avoiding you if you're in my dream, must be my own mind that made you." He saw the drink in her hands and then looked at his own. "Though I don't know why you got the good drink. I don't really like tea."

 

[Bunny]

His coldness didn't bother her. She had felt the loneliness pulsing from him before she had even merged into his mind. Smiling softly she took the seat across from him. Tipping her head to one side she looked around at the dream she had made, a little bothered that he didn't like it. She let that annoyance slip from her as those starry eyes turned back to meet his own. "No? Don't like coffee shops?" Glancing out the window, she gazed at the snow. "Seems like the perfect place to be when it's cold" Looking back to him she smiled and handed him her coco. "Maybe you feel you don't deserve nice thinks, Owen" Snagging his mug of tea she took a sip of it, after blowing on the steaming surface.

Shifting she leaned forward, hands on seat, small feet tucked behind the rail of the chair. "Does the dream bother you?" She looked up at him, a smile on her lips. "We could change it if you like" Her tone was light playful. "Though, I'd like to stay warm, if that's okay" A stray ruby curl fell past her ear and into her face as she gazed up at him. She was the embodiment of girlish innocence. She pushed a subtle wave of lust towards him. It wouldn't be obvious.. But he'd notice small things about her that were appealing. No raging hard on, no, she needed to use a subtle hand. While Nessera wanted to help him, and she would.. In time. But first she needed to build a base with him. Something that would draw him into her web to the point he needed her.. The way she'd chase away his sadness wasn't innocent, far from it. She knew, he'd need to want her.. crave her before he would summon her into the real world. Contracts could only be made in person.

 

[Staine]

The girl did sit down with him and stole his tea, making him furrow his brow as he looked over at her. "I like coffee shops as well as any other place." He didn't have much of an expression at all as he spoke, no smile but no frown or scowl either. "I just don't do much in public these days. It's nice enough...it doesn't bother me." Despite his harshness the girl was seemingly undeterred and insisted on talking to him. He laughed softly and took the coco, taking a sip. It was nice, soothing, heating him up from the inside while the fire did the same for his exterior. "Maybe I don't. Maybe I had my nice thing and it's gone now, maybe I don't get another. Doesn't that seem plausible? Like reality should be?"

As she leaned closer he shook his head at the offer of change, but couldn't avert his eyes from her chest. The girl was more than just pretty, she was flawless. If he could design a girl her age to be attracted to, this would be the one, her body, her smile, her tone of voice even. The soft curves, the hair, the eyes he could lose himself in, the smile. Just more proof he was dreaming. "No, like I said this is fine. It's...nice, as far as these places go. Best coffee shop I have been in in years." He laughed at his own joke...he barely left the house in truth. He would go shopping, he would go for walks to keep in shape, jog with music in his ears from his ipod...but he didn't really go places. He didn't speak with people or do...anything. At home he could read, or watch shows, play video games, the single player ones where he didn't have to deal with people and he could let his life pass him by. "Who are you anyway? Why are you in my dream? This is still my dream, right? I know I wouldn't be here if it wasn't, besides it doesn't seem packed like it should be."

 

[Bunny]

Nessera gave him a small frown. Though, unlike the others he had talked to in his real life, there was no pity in her eyes. Sorrow, sure.. but what he said was sad. "I don't think we only get once nice thing in out lives. I think it's foolhardy to assume such." She believed that, wholeheartedly. Whatever had caused him pain, caused him to withdraw, wasn't the only good thing allotted to him in his life time. Though, perhaps if one were to know who she was, what she was, one might argue that.

"Perhaps someday we could go to a real one, not just a dream one" The comment was made in passing and she took another sip of tea. "And I don't know. Your dream called to me, therefore I came." She stuck out a foot, the small appendage covered in a cream colored sock, if he looked he could see the 'long' line of her leg, the cream colored sock rode up as well. "You dreamed me without shoes too" Sera gave him a playful pout.

She had made this dream for him, so really it was her fault. She knew this, but still she claimed it was him. It was to broker sympathy and an apology. She glanced to the window again. "Do you like snow?" She looked back to him, smiling. "Is winter your favorite season?" She knew why there was snow, it was a gentle transition from the hell of his last 'dream'. She pushed back her hair and unwound the scarf around her neck. The top of her sweater dress gaped just the tiniest bit as she leaned forward again, showing of the soft swells of her breasts. Kicking her feat gently, her feet brushed his legs with each little kick.

 

[Staine]

Owen smiled, something he rarely did these days but the girl was friendly and he knew he wasn't very easy to talk to. That, and she didn't look at him with the same mixture of pity and frustration that others seemed to when he started talking and it became clear that he wasn't a happy person. "Maybe, but I was in love, I was happy, I thought I had everything a man could ever want." He took a sip of his hot coco and placed the book up on the table, he wasn't reading it right now anyway. He didn't even know what it was. "Then I lost it all. A real one? I don't see how that's possible, you are just a part of my dream." He watched her stick out her foot, admiring her leg and the long socks...feet did nothing for him but legs did, and hers were perfect, especially in that wrapping. What was wrong with him, he hadn't felt attracted to anybody in so long, he barely even masturbated anymore but this girl he liked. He grinned sheepishly. "Sorry about that, could I fix it? I think you look fine without the shoes anyway, but maybe..."

He closed his eyes and thought about her with shoes on, wondering if it would even do anything. He couldn't think of which kind of shoes would be best so he ended up thinking of something dainty, strappy and black. He opened his eyes but he couldn't see her leg anymore, he could feel it though, her feet brushing his leg beneath the table as she played with her scarf. He followed her gaze to the window. "Snow is okay, I don't spend enough time in it to like or dislike it to be honest, I used to like it though. We made some cute snowpeople once." He looked over at her, fighting to keep his eyes from her chest since she was looking directly at him. "Autumn, I think. Not hot, not too cold, kind of pretty. So my dream called to you?" He didn't really get what she was saying. "How does that work? Are you not just a girl I dreamed up to talk with? Why would my boring old dream call to you?"

 

[Bunny]

She looked back to him, her small foot brushing his leg, a small Mary Jane like shoe on her foot. She had felt what he had wanted to make, though it was clear he didn't know much about women's shoes. It had been easy to make it become reality, giving him the impression that he could control the dream. That this was his world.. "Let me ask you then, in love with her as you were... Would it break her heart to see you as you are?" Her words were soft, but had power behind them. Would she? From the way he spoke of her, she doubted it. "What is lost may be found again, changed, different.. but you can find that sort of love again if you don't fight it quite so hard."

She hadn't commented on his response to visiting a real coffee shop, they would some day. She would see to it. Instead she watched him as he looked out the window. She smiled at him, the edges of her lips curling up just very so slightly. "Yes, it did" She offered a small shrug. She honestly didn't know how or why it had been him. She doubted anyone would ever really know. "I am not sure, but here I am" She frowned for a moment, looking a little crestfallen. The first test was upon him, them even. "Do.. Do you not want me to have come?" She looked down at her cup of tea. He needed to say no, that she was welcome. Soon he would wake.. And she'd need to come back. It would be easier to find him, she had been told, if she was wanted.

 

[Staine]

Suddenly Owen could actually feel the shoe as it brushed against his leg, looking down he could even see it. A moment ago the same foot had been garbed in nothing but the sock as it touched him, he had felt it and she hadn't moved her hands. It was interesting, being so aware that he was in a dream and having the power to change it like this. He looked up at her question and frowned a little, his eyes drifting down to stare into the hot coco. He knew the answer to that question. "Yes...Alison would hate to see what I have become, but..." He looked up at her again. "Living without her is so hard, not having her in my life is...it's impossible. She is...was...she was everything to me and then in one night she was just gone." He could feel tears starting to form and he looked away...this girl couldn't be more than half his age and she was asking these questions, he suddenly felt embarrassed for himself.

She too seemed to have no idea why she was here but when he heard her stutter his gaze snapped back up to her. The tone she had used too, and the look on her face. Normally he wouldn't care but something about her was pulling him in, he didn't want her to feel bad. That was his job, he was the one meant to drift and feel terrible, sad, a cute, friendly girl like her shouldn't ever have to. "No...no it's fine. I don't really talk to people so I...I'm sorry if I gave you that impression." He wanted to reach across the table to grab her hand but he felt that would be even more awkward, but he did offer a smile, a genuine one at that. "I'm glad you're here. I don't know why either but...this is nice. Nicer than my other dreams are, by far. I'm glad my dream called to you." He took another drink of the coco, which for some reason wasn't getting colder and wasn't going down.

 

[Bunny]

She smiled, like the sun coming out after a storm, bright, cheery. "Promise?" Those lovely, unusual eyes held his, her question was asked in an almost childish tone. She looked down at her tea again, knowing it was almost dawn in the real world. Yawning, she hid it with her hand, before smiling at him again. "Maybe I can help you get used to it again." She rose from her seat, pushing it into the table. "It's almost morning, I have to go.. I enjoyed meeting you Owen." She looked shy, sweet even as she stood beside the table, hands behind her back as she swayed lightly in place. "Could.. I come back and see you tomorrow?"

She pushed another small wave to him. Perhaps he'd notice the gap between her dress and the top if her thigh high socks.. The way the dress seemed to cling slightly to her breasts, her hips. It was just a little more, just to pull him closer to the desires she needed him to have for her. She blushed lightly, in a charming sort of way as she waited for his answer. If he declined, she might need to find someone else... But she wanted, very badly to help him, will still achieving her goal. "Pretty please with a cherry on top?" She seemed to think about it a moment longer before adding "And whip cream and sprinkles too!"

 

[Staine]

Owen nodded quickly, not even thinking about it. "Of course I promise, you see how mopey I am, do you think I'd bother to lie to you to make you feel better?" While his words were true he said them with a grin, one that said he was fully aware of his flaw. "Maybe...but I don't see how. You're just the girl in my dreams now...but I really enjoyed meeting you too." Her question took him a little aback and he didn't quite know how to answer it as she stood up, his eyes catching the small bit of flesh he could see at the tops of her socks...he loved socks like that, he'd been afraid to tell Alison that but long socks...he looked up to meet her eyes, that peculiar lavender colour, laughing at the way the girl seemed so sincere in her enthusiasm. He felt a flicker of arousal for her, something he never really felt anymore apart from watching porn when he was bored. That was something...feelings coming back to him.

"Yeah...if you could I'd like that, but I have never had luck getting back into a dream I was enjoying." He smiled sadly at her. "So I doubt we will meet again, but it was nice knowing you, Sera. If you do manage to find your way back, I'll be happy to keep you company." He had no sooner said the words than everything was black. He was staring at the inside of his eyelids again. He opened them back into his house, looking up at the ceiling, sighing. This dream...it wasn't fading away like most were, he remembered Sera vividly, the coffee shop, everything. The day passed slowly, secretly he was holding out hope of dreaming the same place again, of meeting her again. Finally, he curled up into bed and shut out the lights, closing his eyes, hoping against the odds.

 

[Bunny]

She had slipped from his mind and watched him, as he woke. She saw Owen sigh and smiled softly, she'd be back that night. She knew he thought her just a dream.. Slipping from the bubble she headed to her own home, falling asleep with thoughts of what it would be like to be included with the others now that she was of age, accepted.

The next night she found his bubble with ease, drawn to it like she had been before. There was no playing in the dream world as she wiggled into the bubble, appearing in his bedroom like she had the night before. Looking down on him, she watched him breath evenly. He had been asleep maybe an hour, long enough to be ready for dreams. She leaned down and brushed a kiss across his fore head. he wasn't dreaming yet so she pushed her own will into him.

Slowly a world would take shape. Shades of gold and orange as the trees came into being, a river with an old worn stone bridge over it. Leaves littered the ground, in the same shade as the ones on the trees, though some here turning brown. Tall grass grew on either side of the bridge, swaying gently in a breeze. Trees lined the path beside him and on the other side of the bridge, the leaves rustling softly in the same wind.

Nessera placed her form in the center of the bridge, dressed in a short cream colored dress. The top of it was held up by two thin spaghetti straps, the bust a soft crocheted pattern before flaring out gently just after her breasts. It fell just shy of her finger tips, perhaps a little too short for her. Her legs this time were bear as were her feet. In her hand she had a bag of bread, little pieces being torn off and tossed into the water for waiting duckling. Her read hair had been left lose and wild, stirring in the wind as it rose again. She looked up as he slipped into the dream she had made for him, a shy smile on her lips. "Hey Owen" Her soft husky tones carried to him on the next breeze.

 

[Staine]

Owen hoped he would see her again as he fell asleep but hope and expectations were two different things entirely...he didn't expect to find her in his dream, he expected the same dark, dreary and cold world he had become accustomed to, the one he felt he deserved. When instead he was met with golds, browns and reds, a soft breeze and a river flowing gently he had to fight to stop a smile from spreading on his face. He was on a bridge over that river and she was already next to him, again with no shoes on. He laughed and placed his elbows on the bridge, looking over into the water. "Hello again, Sera. Autumn this time too...but you still aren't wearing shoes." He looked down at the duckling that was being fed while he thought about how lucky he was that she had found his dream again before catching himself...was it really lucky? She hadn't really found it, he had created her, hadn't he?

He turned to face her and reached into the bag she held, grabbing a piece of bread. "I didn't think I would actually get to see you again, I wonder what part of my mind you come from." Tearing off a small piece of the bread he threw it towards the duckling. "Was it weird that even though I didn't expect it, I was looking forward to sleep the entire day?" He realised what he said might be taken the wrong way, as creepy or worse and he stammered as he tried to correct himself. "I m...mean it's nice, to have company, you know? I drove all my friends away, but you...I like you. I'll try not to do the same even if you are just in my head." He felt he was talking too much so he focused on the duckling and feeding it, while thinking of the socks and shoes she had on the previous night in another world.

 

[Bunny]

She smiled at him and held the bag open so he could grab a slice of bread. She looked up at him, still wearing that small smile. "You said you liked Autumn.. Perhaps your mind recalled it" She spun this all as his own doing.. Not her. He imagined her, he made this world. It was all him. She moved to sit on the edge of the stone wall, crossing her legs, the hem of her skirt rising further. "I am not sure.. But I am happy I am here" She looked down at the little ducks as they paddled about, little feet pushing beneath the water as they snagged bits of floating bread.

She could feel his desire for the socks she had worn the night before and she made a pair of light grey thigh high socks appear, the top of them ruffled slightly and tied at either side of her thigh with a cream bow. A pair of small of small deep brown wedge heels appearing also. She giggled, the sound soft and sweet. "Playing dress up dolly?" Her tone was playful as her hair stirred past her face, dancing on the wind as she lifted one slender leg, examining the stocking and shoe "I like them". She smiled and looked up at him, letting that wind carry a new burst of lust his way, like the ones previous it was a small one. "I will be here as long as you want me to be" her wording still making it seem like he drove this, not her. She patted the rocks beside her, motioning for him to sit with her. "Even though I am a figment of your imagination, will you tell me what you did today?"

 

[Staine]

"I did say I liked Autumn but I said I'd never been good at getting to a dream I liked either, but I'm not going to complain about it." That in itself was a wonder for Owen, not complaining about something was so very alien to him these days, it had been half a decade or more since he hadn't felt he had anything to complain about. He watched her sit on the edge of the stone wall, seeing her dress ride up and finding himself blushing just a little as fresh, long socks appeared. His gaze was drawn to where they ended on her thighs, that tempting bit of flesh as a wave of arousal suddenly overcame him. The girl was flawless in appearance, the crimson hair, the beautiful eyes, the perfect skin, her height, her face, the curves of her body, the soft swell of her breasts. Even her voice as she giggled and he blushed further, looking away as he sat down on the wall beside her.

"Yeah? That's good...I don't think I want you to leave..." He tried to ignore the comment of playing dress up dolly and how it made him feel. "I hope the dream is longer than it was last night even. Is that weird? That I want to hang around with a figment of my imagination?" He laughed, grinning at the absurdity of it. "Today, I did the same thing I do most days. I made a piece of furniture, a table for somebody who ordered one custom made." He smiled, looking over at her. "It's not done yet, another day or two and I can have them come pick it up, or deliver it myself. It's the most time I spend outside the house you know, no coffee shops for me." He looked down again, eyes on her legs. "So what about you? Do you know of anything before you're here, in my dream or do you just appear as if out of nowhere?"

 

[Bunny]

She smiled up at him, leaning her head against his arm as she looked across the bridge at the water. She didn't know if this place really existed, but she liked it, it was peaceful. Sera didn't miss when his eyes moved to her legs, nor the feeling of arousal that started. "Is it silly to enjoy being with my creator?" She smiled softly and shrugged softly. "It's like you're my big brother or something" He was too young to be her father, but the idea of being his little sister held the right edge of taboo in her mind. A small, almost innocent corruption.

She looked up at him, cheek still pressed to his arm as he looked at her. "I think you should deliver it.. And on your way home stop at one. Get a coco, for me!"Her smile was soft, shy, as she encouraged him to branch out a little. Each little step she helped him take pulling him closer and closer to her. She looked back over the water, tactfully avoiding noticing as his eyes moved to her legs. She kicked them slightly, her small form rocking against him. "Mmnhm" Her little noise indicating no. She couldn't tell him about her own world and it was easier and nice to let him know that she wasn't lonely somewhere. "I think it's like sleeping.." She smiled softly and snuggled closer as the wind blew over them.

"Did.. did you miss me, big brother?" She tried the term out on him, the words asked with another small wave of lust. She wanted to ease him into the idea, even as her tone was playful and light. She looked up at him, her arms slipping around him as she hugged his arm to her, breasts pressing around the muscles of his bicep. The move seemed innocent, sweet and Sera seemed unaware as the softness of them pressed into him.

 

[Staine]

When she leaned her head against his arm, Owen didn't even think to pull away like he would in real life, with anybody else. He let it happen, he even liked it. He smiled at her reply...he thought it was a little silly, but he was also enjoying her company too much to want anything to change at all. He chuckled when she made the comment about being like her big brother and nodded. "No...I suppose it isn't silly. You'd make a good little sister I think, Sera. I like that idea." He threw another piece of bread to the duckling. She was trying to change his behaviour in the real world now, and he was far from annoyed at it like he felt he should be...he thought it was cute. That, and he was pretty much hanging on her every word now. "Okay...I can offer them delivery for free and grab a coco on the way home...though it's a shame I can't let you have it. You let me have yours."

Smiling as she pressed against him he nodded again, that was an easy question to answer and she had used that term again, big brother. "I...I did miss you. I know that's weird but I couldn't wait to fall asleep. I barely know you, Sera...little sister...but I was excited when I saw you again." He could feel her breasts against his arm and he blushed further, trying to look anywhere but down at her as the wave shook him a little more. If Owen had any doubts they were gone now...he was attracted to Sera, the girl in his imagination, and he couldn't fight it. Turning to face her, he could only offer a small smile. "Did you...miss me, little sister?" He used that term for himself, trying it out, then grinning. "Haha, I do like that. I never had a little sister...and you're a cute one. And really very nice."

 

[Bunny]

Sera was happy that he'd branch out a little more, come out of his shell in the real world as he seemed to be willing to do in his dreamworld. She knew in time she'd need to guide him into summoning her, forming a contract.. But she had time for such things. There was no real rush. "Maybe someday, but I think you might like being around other people" Smiling up at him, his little sister gave his arm a squeeze. It would have been a lie to say that she didn't enjoy this innocent corruption, as she guided him down a rabbit hole he was likely to never escape. She felt no remorse either, she would make sure that whatever his desire was, was fulfilled sinful perfection before claiming his soul.

She beamed at him as he called her his little sister, little pointy canines flashing with the big smile. "I did, I was hoping you'd dream of me again" Laying her head against his shoulder, she kept his arm captive in a prison of her arms and breasts. Her eyes moved over the water, enjoying this world with him. "What do you like to do the most during the fall?" Sera was a young succubus, her way of handling him likely messy if compared to a full fledged succubus. She was kinder, she knew that much, as she eased her big brother into what she required of him. Perhaps others would try the same approach, for it felt like if she had come out like Lilith might have, he might have fled.. She had much to learn.

 

[Staine]

Owen smiled as she squeezed his arm, letting her cuddle up to his side, this figment of his imagination that was slowly making him feel like he actually did miss people, miss being around others. Maybe. Maybe it was just her he wanted to be around, and he still couldn't help but feel that was silly, she wasn't even real but he enjoyed her company so much it was hard not to want to make her smile. "I might, but I'm honestly doing it for you. It's dumb, but making you happy is...enjoyable." Her smile was wide, beaming as he called her his little sister and when she said she had hoped he would dream of her again his heart soared. So strange.

"I hope I dream of you tomorrow night too, and then next, and the next." He let her lay her head on his shoulder and didn't even try to move his arm, he liked it where it was, captured by her. Somehow that felt right, and he was still having sexual feelings towards her too. That was just the icing on the very weird cake, that he might be falling for his own imagination in more ways than one and it left him very confused. "I don't really know. It's been a long time since I did anything other than work, watch television and be alone. I think..." He thought back to when she had been alive, his wife, the love of his life. "I think I used to like going driving with her, and we even camped a couple of times. We did a lot of outdoors things...it might be why I can't stand to be out alone anymore..." He leaned his head to the side, resting his cheek on top of her head.

 

[Bunny]

Content to cuddle with him while he spoke about what he liked to do in the fall. He couldn't not talk of his wife, she could see a picture of her in his mind as he thought of her, what they had done together. A frown slipped across her face and she gave his arm another small hug. "If you found someone again, would you do the same things?" She was curious. His complete avoidance of anything that reminded him of her was while understandable, no way to live. That darkness she had found him in, making more sense. The thought echoing in her mind. No way to live.

Biting her cheek she made a soft hmm. "You shouldn't just do it for me, will you try and honestly enjoy it?" She rubbed her soft fiery red hair against the rough stubble of his cheek. "I want to hear about it.." She let her voice soften, her arms pulling his arm into those soft breasts it was trapped against. "The real world.. Please?" Shifting she looked up at him, her lips just shy of his own. She'd make Owen make the first move, to take advantage of his dream little sister. Cross the line of what they had now to what they would have.

She wanted him to cross that line, the first real step in corrupting him. Every boundary he crossed, would be him.. with perhaps a little nudge from her. But he'd take that step. After that, Nessera was happy to take him further, deeper.. Her breath smelled sweet as she gazed up at him, like cinnamon. "I may never get to see it, I am just a figment.. Please big brother?" She rubbed her breasts into him, the action disguised as a squirmy hug as his little sister begged him.

 

[Staine]

From where he was resting his head Owen couldn't see her frown, which was just as well since it would probably have made him upset himself...he found he didn't want her to feel anything negative. When she gave his arm another hug and asked her question, he barely moved, just answering from where he was. "I might, but I've all but given up on that. I don't really talk with others, and you're not real, so..." He chuckled sadly, closing his eyes and almost dreaming within his dream. How amazing it could be if she were actually real, how perfect. Would she be the right girl for him? She was much younger than he was now, about the age he had been when he had met Alison and he had grown up since then but...he liked her. And she made him happy even here, even barely knowing him.

"I'll try to enjoy it, I just...wouldn't even do it if you hadn't asked, you know? Wouldn't have crossed my mind." He smiled when she rubbed her hair against his cheek, it was cute, it felt caring, intimate even despite being almost strangers. "I'll tell you about it. I'll go to the coffee shop, and I will tell you." He smiled himself when she carried on talking, mentioning the real world as she turned to look up at him and he lifted his head to look down at her. She was so close to him as she squeezed him, her lips so close to his.

Then she said it...that she might never get to see it and it was almost too much, his heart almost broke right there. "I wish I could show you...it's not fair, I think, that you don't get to see it. You would do better in the real world than I would anyway, you're so much happier." He couldn't stop himself, could feel her breasts against his arm and he leaned closer, pressed his lips against hers. It wasn't a lovers kiss, it was soft, chaste, but as their lips touched he felt instantly better. He pulled back a little and smiled sadly. "I'd do anything to make you real...to show you the world...Isn't that stupid? This is only the second time we've met but I already feel closer to you than I have to anybody since...it happened."

 

[Bunny]

His words made her heart sing, but it was the kiss that shocked her system. It was her first, silly as a succubus to be so rocked by such a chaste touch of lips. There was a soft blush in her cheeks as he pulled back. She didn't comment on his admission, there was no easy way to rush it.. Act too soon and she could scare him away. It was hard to draw someone back once they had become gun shy. Instead she changed the topic, to silly things.. slowly waiting for dawn to come.

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Several months passed in this sweet little world she made with him. Every night she drew him closer to her, little strings so to speak, linking them together. They talked of everything, nothing. Just grew closer and closer. She pushed him to be more outgoing in the real world, though small little things. And every night she hit him with waves of lust. Small, but each on built on the last.

Slipping into his dream she found him working on a piece of furniture. Nessera no longer needed to shape his dreams, he did it on his own. The sweet smell of sawdust greeted her, the sound of his sander buzzing in the air. She watched as he put it down and brushed the sweat from his brow. A smile on her lips she snuck up behind him, wrapping her arms about his waist tight. "Hello big brother" Her lips would brush his back before she slipped under one arm. In their time she had figured a few things. He liked thigh high socks, and cute almost gothic outfits. Her style had changed the more she had learned about him.

Today she wore a a black dress, the sweetheart bodice like a second skin, molding to her soft curves. Pink laces held the front together, lacing from just under the soft pink ribbon of the top down to her waist, where her skirt flared out. Pink petticoats peeking from under the black skirt, the edge of both sinfully short. A pair of black thigh highs rode up her slender thighs, tied with a bow on either side and a garter strap vanishing under the hem of her skirt. A pair of lace up ballerina heels came to just under her knee. Red hair was pulled into sweet little pigtails on either side of her head. Around her neck was a collar, a little golden bell dangling off it in the hallow of her throat.

"What are you working on?" She turned in his arms, the softness of her ass brushing against his groin as she leaned back into him, pulling his arms around her. Their relationship had slowly become more sexual, though they had never crested to anything more than innocent touches. Like her wiggling her pert little ass into him, though it would seem like she was snuggling into him, unaware of how she tormented her big brother.

 

[Staine]

Her blush had ignited his passions as he kissed her, just from a peck too, from something so chaste, but it had made it clear to him that there was something between them, and so it had started. Days, then weeks, now months had passed. In the real world he had been to coffee shops, he stopped by one every other day now. He had contacted old friends, met a few of them in that very coffee shop and spoken with them, caught up with their lives and apologised for what he had been doing with his own. They'd been...cordial with him, clearly a little upset and it was hard to reconnect but he had tried, and had promised to keep in touch from now on. He had started to enjoy life again but the highlight of every day was his night, when he fell asleep knowing he would be visited by his fictional little sister again.

In his workshop tonight, fashioning a bed from scratch, wearing jeans, a T-shirt and just the basic safety gear as he worked. A small smile played at his lips as he could sense her coming...it was odd but he always felt her when she was approaching his dreams now. His body grew excited, his heart raced and he just knew that within moments Sera would be there. The kiss on his back and arms around his waist proved it, and then she was in front of him, turning, pressing against him. "Hi there little sister," he chuckled, lifting his goggles and nodding to all the pieces he had made so far, little grooves chiselled in them and holes where the joints would interlock. The way she pressed her rear against him made him have to bite back a groan...he didn't know if she knew what she was doing but she had started to be dressed more and more like what he knew he loved...his subconscious no doubt pushing that on her and yet they hadn't done anything. He lusted after her as much as he adored her as his sister, but still there was just this teasing and gentle touches, they hadn't even kissed again.

His arms were pulled around her and he squeezed her against him. "It's a bed, see those pieces?" He nodded to a few. "Those are the legs, which will support that frame over there. Then there are this slats, extra thick, I wanted to make it durable. It's almost done, really, at least the base of it. In the end it will be a four poster." He liked showing her things he made, even if it was just a dream. "Wow...special occasion tonight?" He had just looked down to see what she was wearing. "You always look fantastic but right now...well you look good enough to eat, little sister." His entire attitude was so much less morose than it had been at the start, genuine happiness. "Oh, I went to a movie today, like in a cinema and not just at home. I had fresh popcorn, it was so good!"

 

[Bunny]

She was always attentive to what he wanted to talk about or show her. Honestly? She loved it. She looked forward to his nights and her day as much as he did, though there was always an end goal in mind. She avoided the question about her outfit for now, tipping her head back she smiled up at him. "Are you making this in the real world?" She pulled away slightly, fingers running along the wood. She looked over her shoulder and smiled, though tonight she let a bit of sadness peek through. "Did you enjoy the movie?" Sera let her voice hold that soft sadness. If he balked tonight, or didn't summon her she would have wasted months. She'd have to find someone else. The thought of it made her heart ache, she had grown fond of Owen. He was hers.

She cuddled back into him, though this time, her laid her head on his chest, her arms around his waist again. Pressed against him like she was, she could feel his warmth. It soaked into her skin and she smiled softly. Biting her lower lip. "Owen.. Do you think I could ever be real?" Her voice was small, still sad. She let out a small wave of that lust, like she was so used to doing. Rubbing her cheek on his shirt, the fabric sliding against his skin as she nuzzled him. "Be able to eat popcorn? Or watch you build something?"

 

[Staine]

He found it so cute, how she tipped her head back to look up at him and with his arms firmly around her he merely had to look down and smile, the same smile he always wore when she was near him. "Yes, I am, it's going to be my bed actually. I can still make adjustments to it too, I'm much further along here than I am in my real world but that's the beauty of it, I can plan it here, and show you, and then make it there." He let her pull away a little but he moved with her, his hands sliding to her waist. He didn't like when she moved too far from him. Whens he looked back she seemed...sad, but also was asking him about the real world again. She did that a lot. "It was good, it was a romance. I never used to watch them alone but I just felt like it." He smiled warmly. "It was about a man and an alien, but he didn't know she was an alien. When she revealed it in the end she thought he would leave, but of course he didn't. Love doesn't work like that, you know?"

He laughed softly, cuddling her close with her head against his chest, his arms instinctively clamping around her. She didn't even look up as she spoke this time and he walked back until he felt the workbench, resting against it so he could focus on holding her. "I...I don't know, little sister. I've wanted that more than anything, I would give my life so that you could see the world...the real world. I don't even know if you can taste, or feel here, things feel so real when I touch you but..." He sighed softly. "It's not the same. If I could find a way to drag you into the real world with me of course I would, I would take you and never let you leave." He stroked his fingers through her hair, trying to comfort her. "But I really don't know if it's possible. I'm sorry."

 

[Bunny]

His words, his feeling about it made her pretty lavender eyes well with tears, the shimmering silver flecks vanishing in her misty eyes. Hiding her face against his chest, he'd feel the warmth of her tears soak through his shirt. Sera's little form shook slightly while she cried. This was both an act and not. She needed him to summon her, she couldn't be away from him.. But the fact that he cared for her, as much as she did for him? She leaned into the touch of his fingers in her hair, her tears stopping slowly till she was left sniffling.

She pulled away, this time putting space between them. "Big brother?" Her face was tipped up, her eyes still misty with tears, her cheeks and lashes damp with them. "Do you really think love doesn't work that way?" Her delicate face held fear, but she pushed on. Now or never.. "What if I knew a way to be with you, out there.." She bit her lower lip. This was harder than she thought it might be. The fear of losing him real. "What.. if I am not a figment of your imagination.." She trembled as she stood before him. "What if I was something else.."

She bit her lower lip a little harder as she let what amounted to her glamour drop. One moment she didn't have horns, a tail or wings and a second later, she did. her horns were small, though a little chubby around the base, curling inwards to little points, like a halo of horn. Her wings flexed behind her back, the were slender and looked supple and soft to the touch. If she held her arms out, they would have reached just past her elbows, the delicate curve at the end giving them length. Her small tail flickered nervously, like a whip, it was a soft black, like her wings, though the little heart tip was a magenta color.

She stayed where she was, her arms wrapping around herself, holding herself tightly. If he turned her away, she'd be forced out of his life. She'd have to find someone else, but Owen would always be her first. She'd never forget him. Looking up at him, her tail swayed behind her, curling between her legs some. The movement was feline, his little sister was scared. It showed.