Madeleine sobbed as she watched that sleek, slick mouth working between her thighs. Her hips rocked in a wild rhythm to match.

Too fast. Too fast. She cried out as she rode Hæra’s face. Something was happening too quickly—she had to slow herself down⁠—

God and all His saints, though, it felt so good, after so long⁠—

Hæra’s hands cupped her bare bottom. Nobody had ever done that to her before. Nobody had ever done any of this to her before. Madeleine’s hips rocked faster, though she didn’t mean for them to. Hæra had somehow found a perfect rhythm that lifted her up on her toes. It drew cries from her mouth too, loud ones.

“Yes, now,” Hæra growled. “Do it now.”

“D-do what,” Madeleine gasped, but she knew what. Oh God. Oh yes. It had been so long. When was the last time? When she’d touched herself in college one drunken evening, thinking about her beautiful French professor. She’d dropped the class the next day. She hadn’t been ready to feel—but now she was, and⁠—

She dug her fingers even more tightly into Hæra’s hair and looked down into her eyes as Hæra licked her. Between her thighs, the ache grew and the warmth became fire, the same fire that had burned in Hæra’s eyes tonight when she’d grabbed Madeleine as if she had a right to, and…

A soft beeping sounded from somewhere in the distance.

“What’s that?” Madeleine asked, even as her thighs shook.

To her horror, Hæra stopped licking her and sat back on her heels. “It’s time for you to go.”

The beeping grew louder. Madeleine looked at Hæra in dismay. “No! I need to⁠—”

Beeeeep.

As her phone’s alarm grew louder, Madeleine opened her eyes. She blinked blearily.

She wasn’t with anybody in a field under the stars. Nor was she naked. She was in a prosaic hotel room wearing her pajamas. The flesh between her thighs was heavy and slick.

And it was the middle of the night. Completely dark out. Why was her alarm going off?

Madeleine fumbled for her phone on the nightstand and stopped the alarm. Yes—it was three in the morning. She’d meant to set her alarm for six. She’d been so…distracted…that she must have made a mistake.

The German tourists were next door. Hopefully they hadn’t been disturbed by the alarm, or any noises she might have made just a few seconds ago during that outrageous dream, when she hadn’t even climaxed.

Madeleine stared at her phone’s display without seeing it. Instead, she saw Hæra’s seductive smile right before it disappeared between her legs so Hæra could do something that Madeleine had never even dared dream of before. With a healthy dose of blasphemy, no less.