FOUR months is the longest I can endure before I slip inside her dreams again. I am ashamed to say, that my impatience has gotten the best of me. For weeks straight, I have been listening to her wondering thoughts. She cannot stop thinking about me, however since I give her nothing in return, she isn't courageous enough to approach me. Under her longing gaze, I have proved to be a weak man. It is a dangerous game I have chosen to play, and I have no doubts when they say that curiosity killed the cat. 

But satisfaction brought it back. And that exact part is what I'm placing my money on.

Once again, I find myself in a place I do not recognize. It is a neat little room I am inside of, on the top floor of a tall apartment building that has certainly seen some better days. Despite the old complex, this specific place is comforting. It is small, but tidy. The white fairylights pinned above the orderly-made bed splash the same glow that was back inside her dorm room.

I'm sitting behind a desk, and the laptop on it is on screensaver mode. When the tip of my finger moves the mouse, the screen lights up. There's no password, so I'm able to scan the open webpage with no effort. There's nothing interest-worthy; only a google result of a simple recipe for vanilla sugar cookies. Not wishing to impose into her privacy any longer, I close the laptop shut.

I pull myself from the chair as I explore the space I am in. My eyes linger on the outside world just behind the parted curtains of what I'm guessing is her childhood room back at home. Her dreams have always been very realistic, but I've realized that there's always something 'off', if that makes any sense?

It is completely normal for something to be out of place. Considering that this is the very centre of her imagination, it makes nothing but sense. And now, as I stare at the northern lights that linger on the vast skies above me - and that definitely should not be there in the first place - I cannot help but chuckle. 

An everlasting spectrum of pink and violet shine on the night sky. These are the exact colours of my hair and eyes. Even after months of nothing, I still linger somewhere deep inside of her. Interesting.

The quiet click! of the door handle turning tugs at my attention. Just as I turn around, my eyes meet her own. I can see her flinch. She's startled to see somebody standing in the middle of her room. And then, just after a brief moment of unsureness, I watch the realisation sink in.

"Kusuo?", she asks cautiously. She's not sure if I am actually here. 

"Y/n.", I sigh in relief, and before I can even properly finish saying her name, she runs into my arms. 

She catches me off guard when she pushes against me. I let out a low grunt, and her arms are tight to wrap around my neck. I can feel her fingers dig into my hair. She pulls me close, her eyes carefully examining my face.

"It's really you.", she mumbles as her face reddens, "I've... I've missed you."

She really did.

"I'm sorry I've been gone for so long.", I say, and it is the truth, "I've missed you as well."

I do not miss her in the same way she misses me, and I do not share the feelings she has managed to grow for me over these past few months of nothing. Still, I truly did yearn for her - I've yearned for the warmth of her body she continuously pours into my own with every touch she gives. It is the only thing I am capable of. Emotions as deep as her own confuse me.

And I am a man who dislikes being perplexed.

She does not hesitate to kiss me. Her lips part against my own as she tries to absorb as much as she can. Her hands are everywhere; her fingers tug on my hair, dig deep into my skin, curl around my shirt. With each step she takes backward, I follow.

I would follow her anywhere; would do anything for her, if it meant that it would lead me to getting what I want in the end. I would burn down cities for her until there would be nothing left but ash. She would just need to say the word - and I truly would unleash hellfire upon the world. 

I am lucky she does not realise the power I hold, nor the power she holds over me.

When she falls onto the soft mattress, she pulls me right along with her. Her legs part for me before she wraps them tightly around my waist, and I can feel the heels of her feet sink into my lower back as she pushes me closer to her. She explores every nook and cranny of my mouth with her sweet tongue - making up for the time she has lost.

Her fingers continue to run through my hair as she dips lower to kiss my neck. Now, she is ruthless to the sweet spot I've realised I have right underneath my jawline. I can feel her smile against my skin when I let out a soft groan at the way she marks me.

"I've stayed away from you for too long, my dear...", I catch myself whispering into her ear. She makes me act in ways I usually wouldn't. My brain keeps turning numb and into complete mush around her. I love it.

"Kusuo, please.", she pleads as she continues to kiss me, "Help me. I-I can't take it anymore. You've been gone for so long..."

Before I can even ask her what she wants from me or read her frantic thoughts properly, she grabs ahold of my hand. I watch with widened eyes as her plush lips wrap around two of my fingers. I can feel her warm tongue flick over them; can see her drool make my skin glisten as she pushes them even further into her sweet mouth.

"Y/n...", I manage weakly as I continue to stare at her, and her eyelids fall heavy onto her eyes when she looks up at me. This whole thing is indecent - so very lewd, that it sparks the now rather familiar wildfire inside me.

My hand holds her jaw tightly in place as I stare at her blushing face. Her lips look so plump and inviting that I want to see them wrap around my dick. Not now though; now is the time for her pleasure - but perhaps next time?

Definitely next time.

I'm so lost inside my thoughts, that she grows impatient. She pushes my hand underneath her skirt, and I am not surprised to feel nothing but her bare skin. She is not wearing any panties. I'm guessing the whole dream changed its course as soon as she saw me standing in the middle of her room. Even the fairylights had dimmed down to something more secretive. 

I carefully trace the tips of my fingers over her inner-thigh just as I did the first time, and again the same little mewl of pleasure meets my ears. When I reach even higher, I can feel the wet arousal I have caused. It sticks to my fingers. 

"You really did miss me, hm?", I ask quietly, and she is fast to nod as she pulls me closer. My touch is distracting her. Her chest heaves with each heavy breath she takes. She is so happy that I am back that she wants to offer herself completely to me. For now, just a little part will do. I'll eat her whole if she continues to mess with my head like this, however.

"Show me.", I demand, and she knows exactly what I mean. 

Her fingers wrap around my wrist obediently as she pushes two of my fingers inside of her, and her whole expression changes in a mere moment. Now, she is panting, her mouth forming a small 'o' as she stares up at me. She is so wet - so warm. She keeps moving my hand in the rhythm she wants. 

"K-Kusuo...", she manages breathlessly as she continues to pleasure herself. She is literally fucking herself with my fingers like a needy little whore. I cannot tear my eyes away from her. I truly will take everything she has, until there's nothing left of her.

"Yes, dear?", I ask, and the tone of my voice is one I barely recognize. I curl my fingers upward as if it is in my nature to know what gets her off. She whines as she squeezes her legs around me. Her toes are curling now from the pure pleasure I give her. She makes me circle her sweet spot now; forces me to make her legs tremble around me as she quickens the pace.

"I-It feels so good... Please don't go. Don't leave me again.", she pleads as her walls tighten around me. She is so easy to please. It has been a while since anybody has touched her. The dreams I gave her had forced her to have higher expectations of men. I may be inexperienced, however she is ready to teach me. To mend me into something that's meant only to serve her selfish desires. But who am I to call her selfish? I'm doing it for the very same reason.

"I won't.", I say quietly as I kiss her panting mouth, "I promise."

Under my words, she breaks. The juices she spills for me are warm and sticky, and I feel her pulsate around my fingers as she reaches her high. The moan she sends into my mouth this time is absolutely lewd, and I swallow it with greed. As I part my lips from her own to stare at her, her eyes roll into the back of her head, and I feel her nails sink into my wrist.

The face she makes looks so good. It is not enough.

Just as she is about to push me out, I force my fingers even deeper inside her dripping pussy. Her eyes widen slightly before her head pushes back against the pillow from the sudden tease. 

I can read her thoughts. She absolutely adores the somber expression I wear above her as I continue to fuck her with my fingers. It makes her feel like a fucktoy used only for my pleasure. She knows that she is below me, and she loves it. This girl may be my teacher...

But, I am her God.

"Kusuo!"

"One more time, my dear."