Bella MacLeod's Twilight Fanfiction

Dream Lover

By Midnight Dreamer

Chapter 07:

Most Princes or Knights in fairytales live in large enchanting castles surrounded by luxurious gardens and sprawling landscapes. Beautiful works of marble art and fountains that seem to mist rainbows. Maids and servants come at their beck-n-call. Well not this Prince; no not him. In fact he isn’t even a Prince at all; nor is he a Knight. He doesn’t rule a country or slay mighty beasts. He is but a simple man, brought up to be kind and courteous to others. To work hard and earn the respect of his peers. You would think this man would want for wealth and riches and the luxuries of the men who look down upon him, but once again he astounds us with his happiness to be surrounded and content with the simple things in life.

And simple his life is. He continued to live in the small ranch style log cabin of his ancestors, surrounded by the rich fertile fields and lush meadows full of wild flowers he played in as a child. He wanted for nothing and what he needed the land provided for him.

He would wake with the morning sun and greet each new day with a smile. He would work the fields in the mornings till around noon time, then tend to the animals in the afternoons. He took luxury in riding his horse around the property, riches from the country side around him, and wealth in the bounty the earth supplied him.

His evenings consisted of settling in with is one true love: the written word. Books were his passion, his escape from the harsh world around him. There he could travel anywhere, be anyone; then once again return to himself. He enjoyed his life, he felt it complete. Little did he know that there was still a piece missing from his puzzle, a chapter in his story yet to be written.

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It was a stormy night, and he had to rush to secure the animals in the barn. He didn’t need for them to be scared by the claps of thunder and run off. By the time he had them rounded up and safely tucked away inside, the storm was raging. He was drenched by the time he reached the house. Deciding it a good idea to take a hot shower and settle in with a good book to ride out the storm.

Once warm and dry again he wandered through his stacks of books to find the perfect escape, he settled upon The Princess Bride. Sure it wasn’t the most masculine choice, but the story was a classic: and his mother’s favorite.

An epic tale of swashbuckling sword fights, heroic quests and forbidden love. Immersing himself into the literary work of art he sighed with contentment. It wasn’t long before he was asleep with the book draped across his chest. He had made it to the part where the lovers met in a field of wildflowers…

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Looking around the field he knew he was dreaming. It was almost identical to the field described in the book. So he looked for his princess, knowing she would be there somewhere. A silhouette on the other side of the field caught his eye. Moving toward her he stopped suddenly. This was not the golden haired fair maiden from the story; his princess was a striking brunette goddess. He wasn’t completely sure what had come over him but the moment his eyes locked with hers he had to have her; and have her he did.

Pulling her into a searing kiss like no other. Filling it with his want, need, passion and lust for her. Pulling back slightly only to trail kisses and soft nips down her neck and shoulders. Bringing his hands up to caress the beautiful mounds of flesh, her nipples peaking as he rubbed them with his thumbs. Removing one hand only long enough to use it to remove the strap of her dress from her shoulder, he released her breast into the open air only to cover it once again with his mouth. Kissing and nibbling causing her head to fall back as she moaned breathlessly. His lust rising from the sounds, he once again captured her lips in a kiss. Reaching around slowly to unzip the sundress she wore.  His hands continuing to map out every inch of her body, memorizing every tickle spot, every soft spot that caused her breath to hitch or tingle that made her moan.

“I can’t…we can’t. I’m married.” she said to him as he caused the dress to fall and pool at her feet.

“Not here you aren’t.” he told her. It was his dream after all.

Soon his lips were once again attached to her breasts. His fingers twisting and pinching lightly at the one his mouth was not devouring. Wanted to pay them equal attention he switched sides. His princess was moaning and panting heavily, her body shaking in pleasure.

“Please” she asked. Who was he to deny her?

Looking into her eyes he could see the beauty that lay within. She was pure and true.

“Your wish, is my command.”

He laid her on a soft blanket that seemed to just appear there, or had it been there the entire time? She seemed lost in thought so he took this time to remove the obstacles that lay between them. Laying on top of her he smiled at her to catch her attention. He could feel the heat radiating from her core. She arched into him, looking for friction of any kind. The only thing left between them was a thin piece of lace covering her delicate flower.

“Patience. Let me show you…” he wanted to worship her body, show her what it felt like to be the goddess he believed her to be. Kissing and licking every inch of her soft supple skin.

“Yes…” she moaned.

Teasing every inch of her until she was practically vibrating beneath him. But he wouldn’t not yet. First he had to show her. Sliding his fingers down her body to reach the apex of her thighs he began stroking the skin softly, causing shivers to run through her body; as he reached inside her panties he caressed the petals of her flower causing her to gasp then moan when he touched her clit. Soon he pulled her panties from her body never stopping what he had been doing. Keeping her on that edge. Once the obstacle had been removed he started kissing his way down her body. Feeling her tremble harder than before; he knew she was close.

The moment his tongue made the connection she released a scream of pleasure. He continued bringing her to her greatest peaks. She tried to move away but he held her fast draping one arm over her hips while his other still continued to thrust in and out of her core. Her body arched as finally she fell over the edge he had been pushing her toward. She tasted like none other. She was sweet and tangy…the perfect mix. Before she could recover fully he rose up her body locking eyes with her. Kissing her passionately he pushed his throbbing cock into her. He watched as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Thrusting in and out of her at a steady pace; listening as her moans turned into garbled words… they were both close he could feel it. The tightening in his stomach and the fluttering of her inner walls around him.  They seemed to be so in sync. She met his every thrust with one of her own. Not wanted it to end to soon he tried to hold it off. But like an unstable house of cards one soft breeze would blow it over, and he wanted to be that breeze. Leaning over her convulsing body he whispered into her ear.

“Let go Darlin’ i got ya. Cum for me.”

That slight whisper was all it took. She clenched tightly around him. The sight that lay before him was magnificent. He continued his motions slowly to help bring her back to him.

“That’s it Darlin’, god you’re so beautiful when you cum for me like that.”

The coil in his stomach tightened a tad tighter he knew it would be soon. She must have known as she began to thrust up into him faster and harder. Squeezing her lower muscles tighter making it feel vice like inside her. A few more thrusts and he froze his body shaking with the force of his orgasm which in turn seemed to cause his princess to fall over once again.  Her eyes were closed as he slowly pulled out of her, rolling to lay beside her. With a huff of air he landed next to her.

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But when he opened his eyes to look at her she was gone. It was morning. He could still feel her body against his, the taste of her skin on his tongue, the sweet smell of morning dew and magnolia’s that wafted from her body still lingered in his nose. He had never felt a need like that before. No dream had ever felt so life like. He wondered if the girl from the dream was real. Had he ever met such a creature as radiant as her? He was sure he would have remembered if he did.