Author's Note

Contains: Dreamwalking, a prince in several compromising positions, and several needy anonymous stallions

Day 5 - One for All (Prince Artemis)

Traversing through the dreamscape was Prince Artemis’ favorite way to spend his nights.

Flowing from dream to dream, making adjustments to ensure his subjects were having the best dreams they could, was the most fulfilling time he could spend. It may have been a thankless job, but it was one he did with ease and without distraction.

Er, with little distraction.

You see, whenever Artemis traversed the dreamscape he felt a certain pull on his attention. One, or very usually dozens, of pulls to his attention. Several of his subjects all dreaming one specific dream.

All dreaming of Prince Artemis.

While not normally one to ignore a request from his adoring audience, he knew that if his focus slipped towards one of them-

He was on his knees, his own smaller hands groping and playing at his body while a large cock slid deep in and out of his mouth. As the dreamer pumped his shaft down Artemis’ throat, the prince found himself meeting the thrusts in kind. His head moved on the dreamer’s command, fucking his own throat on every inch of the impressive stallionhood,

He couldn’t help but moan out at the sensation, unable to tell if it was the dreamer’s will or his own. It was enough to make him lose his focus, finding himself instead

standing tall above a submissive stallion, hips hammering away at his bubbly behind as he used a shaft much larger than the one he had in the waking world to break the dreamer. He held a leash in his hand, roughly tugging it at the dreamer’s desire. He could do nothing else but fulfill the dreamer’s want and will even as he found himself

stripping in front of an audience of stallions, twirling around a pole with deft precision and paying attention to the specific stallion that had drawn him there. Leaning in close, Artemis

bounced on his master’s cock, moaning out lewdly as he leaked precum all over his cute maid uniform. Or perhaps he was a student, his diminutive shaft locked in chastity at his teacher’s request. Or a muscular gym rat, flexing and showing himself off for his dreamer’s lusty gaze. Or even an image in a magazine, frozen in position as his dreamer masturbated mindlessly over him with fervent desire.

So many roles, so many conflicting desires of his needy audience that swept over him like a raging river. Uncontrollably fulfilling each and every fantasy his dreamers had featuring him, pure pleasure blurring the gaps between each dream until they all blended together in a cacophony of desires.

The only constant that remained was the fact that no matter how much pleasure wracked his brain…

He would only be able to cum come morning.