Presence of Mind, Absence of Body

Twilight’s dreams are dark and warm. Something is grabbing her tit, squeezing it. She loves that. Her half drowsy mind is gleeful and she smiles. There’s a weight on her back. She wants to go back to sleep. She wants to fall back into the warm embrace, the slow grinding, the wet, loving kisses.

He doesn’t love her.

Her eyes open, and she’s staring sleepily at her pillow in the dark. She’s in bed on her stomach. He’s on top of her. She feels his sleeping, naked body pressed smoothly against hers like they were built for each other. He’s breathing in the small of her neck, his deep warm breath tingling the back of her scalp and sending small puffs of heated smoke to run through her hair.

She shivers, feeling an unwelcome pressure.

She has to pee.

Twilight groans, not wanting to move. She’s comfortable and warm. His cock is settled nicely, half erect and laying between her ass cheeks.

She snuggles back into him, closing her eyes and willing herself to sleep. It doesn’t work, but she does feel him squeeze her in response.

Oh. He’s holding her. This is nice.

Twilight feels his arms wrapped around her. She isn’t just trapped by his weight, she’s held in his grasp. She smiles as he sleepily gropes her tits, his fingers rubbing at her nipples. They must have mutually passed out while fucking—she honestly doesn’t remember.

She shivers in delight. This is a thousand times better than being left hanging in the A-frame all night.

Although, if she was in the A-frame, she’d just piss on the floor. He had drains for that in his dungeon. Her bedroom did not. It was a proper bedroom now.

She groans as her bladder reminds her that it isn’t going to wait forever. Grumpily, she tries to roll out from under him.

He doesn’t let her. She grunts in frustration as he grips her tighter and presses his cock against her butt.

Twilight waits a moment, then tries again. Again, Sombra squeezes her tight as she tries to escape. He’s just as possessive in his sleep as when he’s awake.

The thought oddly makes her feel warm.

But it doesn’t solve her bladder problem. She wiggles her butt, trying to squirm forward. She makes a few inches of progress, enough that his cock falls off her backside, before he squeezes her tight again and mutters in his sleep. “Mine…”

She shivers. He’s such a jerk. But something about the possessive language and the gripping hold is causing her heart to tumble strangely. She just needs to get out of the bed so she can get to the bathroom. Then she’ll be back.

He sleepily tries to pull her back to where she was, and she’s powerless as she’s dragged back the inches she’d gained.

His cock slides up against her pussy lips, the half erect beast rudely pressing against her. A tingle shoots up her spine.

Great. Now she has to pee and she’s horny. She groans again as she shamelessly starts to rub herself on his cock.

Maybe she should just pee in the bed? The thought alarms her as he starts to sleepily grind his cock against her in response. It’s not like she hasn’t messed the bed under his ministrations before. But that had been entirely out of her control. This time she had some semblance of awareness. This time it would be gross, not erotic.

She tries one more time to crawl away. He responds by holding her even tighter, groggily biting at her neck and whispering, “No…”

Fuck.

She shivers as he slides into her. He’s quickly growing fully erect. He isn’t even awake as he starts to fuck her.

Twilight’s conflicted. Her pussy is eager to take him, and she guiltily slides herself back into his embrace, relishing the moment of submissive carnal debauchery. He’s warm, he’s enveloping, he’s strong, he’s filling, he’s inside, he’s outside, and her half asleep mind wants to stay like this.

But she has to pee.

She groans as he presses deep inside her. It feels good to be spread and taken, her body knows what it wants. Carefully, she peels one of his hands off her tit and brings it to her mouth. The hand is wet. She must have been leaking milk again.

The thought is arousing as she puts his fingers in her mouth. She sucks on them, cleaning and warming them as he begins to pump her properly. He’s still asleep, but that doesn’t stop him from using her.

She wants more of him inside of her. She wants more cock, more fingers, more tongue, more breath, more cum, more anything. She slovenly licks the palm of his hand, unabashedly smearing her face with her own spit in the process. His hand slides up her face, smearing it even more as he slides it over her forehead and into her hair.

In another life, she’d think the act was gross. In another life, she wouldn’t be getting fucked senseless nightly.

He grabs her hair, pulling her head sharply up with a flare of tingling pain. The sudden jerking movement wakes her up fully, like an ice cold shock to her system. She stares forward, groggily blinking the sleep from her eyes as her forehead cools off from her own evaporating spit.

Sombra is awake too, and he makes it known by pushing into her hard.

And deep.

She gurgles as her head is pulled painfully back and her hips are pushed deliciously forward.

He’s grunting, slamming himself into her, and his breath is surprisingly heavy. “Good morning, Princess.”

She groans, fighting to get a word in as he uses her violently. “I… have to… pee.”

He snorts, shoving her face into the bed and pinning her head there with his far too strong hands. “When I’m done.”

She can’t breathe as her face is forced into the mattress. She can’t respond at all. She’s helpless as he fucks her. Her body is overwhelmed by the sensation of heat and pressure as he forces her even harder into the mattress. She attempts to turn her head sideways, if only to get a slight gasp of air, but he holds her firm.

She’s soaked now. She’s dripping into the mattress, but it isn’t pee. Not yet. She shivers uncontrollably as he continues to pound into her pussy. She presses helplessly back into him, welcoming him as deep and as warmly as she can.

Sombra grunts, then stills. She feels warmth, and begins to relax as he fills her.

This is her favorite part. The part where she’s filled and he forgets who he is for a moment. She sighs, catharticaly enjoying his twitches and grunts.

Wait. Fuck! She holds herself back, remembering the original problem.

That had been close. She feels strangely warm inside.

Sombra rolls off her back, and gives her ass a light slap. “Done. Go take your piss and come back to bed. It’s too early to wake up yet, so you’re going to keep me warm.”

Twilight rolls out of bed with a grumble. The air is cold and she wants to get back in. Her legs are wet. She looks over her shoulder at Sombra who’s watching her with his glowing eyes. She sticks out her tongue and walks away, sure that his eyes drift to her ass.

He’s never ashamed to look at what he wants, and she’s not ashamed to let him.

It doesn’t take long to get to the bathroom. As she squats over the toilet, she finally lets out the pee in a warm stream of release. Other things dribble out as well. A lot of other things. She’s not worried about it. Her pussy is used to being filled by now. Cum, lube, spit, sometimes blood. It all mostly feels the same when it leaks out.

She wonders if this is normal for humans, or if this is just normal for dealing with Sombra. His sex drive is absurd, and she’s the recipient for it. The thought makes her uncomfortable as she wonders what drives him. She also wonders if she’s normal for being so… receptive.

She doesn’t think she’s gotten pregnant—not that he’s taken any measures to prevent it. Do humans go into heat? It’s been 16 moons, she should have had her season at least once. She’s pretty sure it’s those hormones he’d been giving her. They must do something more than giving her more full breasts. It’s likely they prevent her from having a proper estrus cycle as well.

Going into estrus in this environment would be a hundred percent guarantee of getting pregnant. She snorts. She’s already helpless to his advances, and not just because he’s stronger. If she was in the throes of heat, he’d have to peel her off his cock and she knows it. What a reversal that would be.

Feeling herself empty as she can manage, she begins to clean herself. Hygiene is difficult in this environment, but she’s trying. Wash herself, wash her hands, do all the little things to keep herself clean.

Like not piss in her bed. Her face flushes in embarrassment. She’s distraught that she was even considering it. Sure, she’ll clean the sheets today like every day, but she doesn’t need to actively add to the problem.

Twilight slaps water on her face and stares at herself in the mirror. She looks like a stranger. A tired, beautiful stranger. The woman in the mirror has tussled, tangled hair. Her purple face is covered in swirls of black ink. She has piercings in her ear, her nose, her eyebrow… she forgot about those.

Her eyes drift down. Black tattooed hand prints pepper her body, swirling black flames connecting them. Her tits are swollen, each grasped by a black hand print and sporting a large golden stud through their engorged nipples. Her nipples are wet and leaking. They always leak nowadays. It’s one of the reasons she washes her sheets every day.

The woman in the mirror smiles at Twilight, and it makes her heart skip a beat. She’d been worried she was falling in love with herself, and now she is sure of it. She’s gorgeous. Worse, she’s irredeemably sexy. The woman in the mirror oozes sexuality in a way that Twilight finds alarmingly attractive.

Awkwardly, she blows the woman a kiss.

“I’ll see you later…”

She giggles at herself as she leaves the bathroom.

Sombra is waiting, staring blankly at the ceiling in the dark. She practically dives under the covers, snuggling tightly up to him and pressing their naked bodies together.

“It’s cold out there… warm me up.” She complains.

He silently puts an arm around her, pulling her into a hug.

Twilight uses the position to roll them both over, ending up on top of him and placing her face in his view while straddling him as she sits up.

He frowns, looking up at her from his back after she flipped him over. “I thought you were cold?”

She smiles, tracing circles on his warm chest with her cold hands. “I am.”

He sighs, grabbing her hand to stop her from touching him. “I’m tired and it’s early. I’m done for now.”

He seems sad, strangely distant. Twilight’s smile grows bigger as she leans down to give him a kiss. He returns it, but only barely.

She pulls her hand out of his, and leans down on him, keeping her legs spread wide around his waist. He doesn’t get to work her up and then leave her wanting this time. She’s going to get some satisfaction from him. The woman in the mirror would demand nothing less.

“You go to sleep then. I’ll warm myself up.”

He doesn’t say anything, and his eyes drift to the side as she begins to lick his neck.

Twilight feels powerful as he feels like clay under her. She places his hands, and they stay there. She moves her hips, and he joins her. She kisses him and he slowly returns it. Sombra is passive, but compliant. She likes this. She gently grabs his cock with a hand, feeling it pulse in her grasp. He’s half erect again.

It hardly takes anything to make him fully erect.

She slides him into her, and moans. He silently watches, his face unreadable in the dim light as his eyes have stopped glowing. She doesn’t mind. He feels more real than he ever has, almost cold to her touch.

She puts a hand on his chin, holding his face so their eyes can stay locked as she claims him. His cock is hard now, almost harder than it’s been before.

He’s hitting deep as she grinds into him, holding his body against hers with her legs. He shivers, seemingly closer than she thought. She’s not ready yet.

Twilight’s smile grows sweet. “Not yet, Sombra.”

He freezes, the realization of what’s happening running through his mind. She watches him think as she grinds his cock inside of her.

He’s cute when he’s panicked.

The air feels strange and heavy as she feels powerful. She can see his eyes searching hers, wondering. She knows what he’s feeling because she’s felt it too. It’s a moment of intimacy unlike any other they’ve shared, and it’s enthralling.

The thought is all it takes to take her over the edge, and she makes him watch.

She makes him watch.

As she rides out the orgasm, her breath grows heavy and she leans down for a shaky, demanding kiss. Her voice is throaty.

“Good boy… you can cum now.”

And he does.

Twilight’s never heard him whimper before.

As he fills her, he lets out noises that she’s never considered. She’s discovered something new, and she likes it. She likes it a lot.

Her friend does, too.

“That’s a good boy…”