Lee Ginther Strange Dreams WARNING: The following fan-fictional contains explicit sexual content. If you are offended by such things please quit reading now. **** The light through the partially open curtains, bathed the room with a dim glow. A cluttered room is revealed in the pale light, with books and toys scattered all around. A single futon marks the center of the room, where a lone occupant tosses and turns in restless slumber. Occasional mutterings can be heard, a barely audible slur of sound and nothing more. "LUM!" the sleeper cries out. The closet door slides open and a head pokes it's self out to stare at the restless sleeper. The head simply shakes, tossing the green hair back and forth, and grumbling in annoyance, a hand reaches out to pull the door shut once more. "LUM! NO!" the sleeper cries out once more, before rolling over onto his face. The rest comes out in a muffled rumble of noise which can barely be heard. Lum gets up and walks to Ataru's side where she kneels down, her face lined with concern. With a grunt Ataru rolls onto his back once more, while continuing to mumble incoherently. Lum gazes down at Ataru's face and wonders for the thousandth time at what draws her to him. It can't be his looks, Rei is by far more handsome. But perhaps it's that boyish charm she sees in that all to rare smile, which seems to come from his heart. Or perhaps some roguish innocence which occasionally replaces his lustful sneer in those rare and treasured unguarded moments. With a gentle hand she reaches down and brushes a stray lock of hair from his face, and simply gazes down at the childlike innocence on Ataru's face. A deep ache settles within her heart causing Lum to close her eyes, wondering when she will ever capture his heart. Her train of thought is shattered with a painful slap and a strange giggle. Her eyes flare open with anger, only to find Ataru sprawled out across the futon. The bed covers have been tossed aside and both arms are flung out wide. His one hand gently pokes her in the stomach as his arm lies across her lap. Another fit of giggling seems to overcome him and he wiggles and squirms in his sleep. Reaching down Lum gently shakes Ataru's shoulder to try and awaken him. Ataru merely giggles again and squirms away from her, his hand slides from her lap until it drops between her knees. His fingers gently brush against the heart of her womanhood, as Ataru continues to giggle. Flushing red with embarrassment and shock, Lum stiffens trapping Ataru's hand as she closes her knees. For several long moments Lum sits there in stunned immobility, Ataru continues to wiggle and squirm, his trapped hand gently nudging her sex. Lum sits there turning various shades of red, some from embarrassment and some from the rise of feelings Ataru's fingers bring to life as they gently nudge her clit. Touching herself was never like this. Ataru's fingers gentle probing ignites a fire in her loins, the like of which she had never felt before. "NO! LUM!" Ataru cries out in his sleep once more, thrashing around a bit before lying quiet once more. A finger pushes firmly against her sex, parting her nether lips and resting in the cleft. The fire of sensation ignites all through her now, radiating from deep within her belly. A low groan escapes her lips as the sensation sears through her. For some time Lum sits there as one wave crashes into the next wave of pleasure. Each new wave gaining in strength and intensity. Shifting a bit to try and gain control of the tempest, causes the trapped hand to once more brush against her clit. As the fabric of her bottoms is pulled taunt and Ataru's finger gently pokes her again. Another low moan escapes from Lum as the tumult of sensation washes over her. Ataru's sleeping body again twitches and wiggles as another waves of snickering engulfs him. The gentle probing finally proves to much for Lum, as she arches her back and the fire becomes a furnace engulfing her senses. A long shallow cry echos over Ataru's giggles, as her essence drowns the fire, soaking her bikini bottoms and drenching Ataru's hand. The darkness finally recedes as Lum takes a shuddering breath. Slowly she pushes herself up from the floor where she had collapsed. Reaching down she removes Ataru's hand from between her thighs, noting that it is covered with her essence. The air of the room now feels very cool on her bottom as her bikini bottom now rapidly cools in the night air. Lum gives a small shiver from the chill which now replaces the fire that had burned there a short while ago. Placing Ataru's hand on his chest, Lum looks and notices that her cries haven't gone completely unnoticed, as Ataru's pajama's bulge slightly from his body. How many times had she dreamt of making love with Ataru? With a slight half smile, Lum's eyes unfocus a bit remembering teasing Ataru about being with his child. For a shocked moment Lum sits absolutely still as her eyes widen, a slow smile spreads across her face. Now she can have both her revenge for all the tricks Ataru has played on her when he was girl chasing, and giving him no choice but to marry her. The fire within her which was slowly going out, now blazes with new life. Slowly Lum reaches across and pulls Ataru's pajama bottoms down revealing his manhood. Her eyes widen as she tentatively touches the column of flesh. Slowly she kneads it, feeling it's firmness and the pulsing heat which warms her hand. Moving down so she now sits by his hips, Lum reaches down and pulls off her bikini bottoms, only vaguely aware of how soaked they are. Her breath quickens as she swings her leg across Ataru's hips, straddling him. She looks at Ataru's sleeping face with both annoyance and relief. Reaching down she gently places Ataru's manhood at her entrance, and slowly lowers her weight onto him. Inch by Inch she takes him in, until for a brief moment she is impeded by an inner barrier. The fire that blazes now within her, rises like a furnace as she drops her weight completely, taking all of him in. The barrier of her virginity shatters in a brief moment of pain. The slow throb of Ataru's imbedded shaft adds to the flame which burns within her. The pains slowly melts away under the tide of emotion which now sweeps through her. Gently rising and falling, she digs her nails into the futon beside Ataru's head, struggling to control her expressions. Ataru's member sends darts of pure rapture through her, as she continues to ride his stallion. Nothing compares to the way Ataru fills her, the throb of his member deep within her, driving the fire higher and higher. Along with the fire between her legs, she feels her electrical charge rise with it. The first blaze she can indulge in, but the later must be contained. The heat from her motion races along with the gripped charge, each driving the other to greater heights. Lums' mental dam holds against one last thrust of Ataru's member. With a crash of her hips, the heat scorches her body and the lights explode behind her eyes. Lum's cry echos through the room expressing the ecstasy of release and the pain of the fire contained. Finally the world slowly returns, Lum opens her eyes and looks into Ataru's sleeping face. For a second the fire of anger flares, as it seems Ataru slept through it all. With tired, wobbly legs Lum gets up and slowly makes her way to the closet and her own bed. Turning and studying Ataru for a moment more, she mutters. "Darling no Baka!" Another breath of time passes as she studies his peaceful sleeping face in the dim light of the room. The frown of anger on her forehead eases away as she whispers a promise. "Soon we'll be together, as husband and wife." With that final pronouncement of doom, she turns and gets into her own bed, gently closing the door behind her. Long moments drag by since the closet door was shut, before Ataru cracks one eye open. Listening to make sure the occupant within the closet is fast asleep. Slowly as if making ready to go girl hunting once more, Ataru slips soundlessly through the shadows and out of the room. Ataru carefully and silently makes his way down to the bathroom and softly closes the door behind him. Chuckling evilly to himself, Ataru makes his way over to the toilet where he reaches down and gently pulls off the condom. With another soft laugh, Ataru drops the condom in the toilet and flushes. "You'll not catch me that easily Lum." Ataru whispers to himself as he makes his way to the mirror. Gazing into the mirror, Ataru leers into the dimly seem glass, a soft chuckle emerges once more, slowly it gains momentum and strength. Soon the whole room echos with Ataru's lecherous laughter. ******* "Darling!" the voice penetrates his sleep. Blinking sleep out of his eyes and trying to focus in the dimly lit room, Ataru finds Lum kneeling over him. "What?" "You were having a dream and you woke me up with your laughter." Lum replies sleepily. Ataru bolts into a sitting position and looks around, it's the middle of the night. Cold dread grips his heart as Ataru looks at Lum, she simply smiles sweetly back at him. With a cry of pure horror, Ataru bolts out of the room and the house. He runs down the street with a heart wrenching pitiful wail. "Darling!" Lum's voice trails behind him, "Matte!" A small figure emerges from the shadows where he had watched the whole pitiful spectacle. Adjusting his monks robes he mutters. "It is Fate!" ---------------------------------------------------- Author's Notes Produced by: Horde O' Hentai Productions, Literature Division Written by: Lee Ginther (Pun Minister of the Horde, Honour Student of the Ataru School of Lechery, and Master of the Anything-School of-Martial-Arts skill of Happo-grin-and-grope. <2 timing master that is>) With ideas, characters, and situations shamelessly stolen from: Takahashi Rumiko-no-gamisama Leave me some mail at [greywolf@ffarm.ampr.ab.ca] and leave either praises or your flames regarding what is obviously a sick and twisted mind. I would also like to give credit to the following people, or from your point of view - pass the blame. :) Darren: (Chairman of the Horde)- For challenging me to write this. Bob: (Mascot of the Horde) - For daring me to write this. James Stone: for laying (no pun intended) the ground work and coming (again no pun intended) up with the inspiration needed to write this thing. Takahashi Rumiko-no-gamisama: We are not worthy, we are not worthy! You: After all, you read it.