<div class="floatright">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/a3af2715-5c48-431c-998f-ee41b8356baa/dde54aq-70e10b45-529b-4519-aa7c-4acd7d03efe4.png?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcL2EzYWYyNzE1LTVjNDgtNDMxYy05OThmLWVlNDFiODM1NmJhYVwvZGRlNTRhcS03MGUxMGI0NS01MjliLTQ1MTktYWE3Yy00YWNkN2QwM2VmZTQucG5nIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.qLOaog1qruejaa7IXXKVOGOcnPL4g1R_45gkKhomjeo)</div>Songbird shows no sign of disappointment. She merely asked him to remain within her. She said she wanted to sleep like that, joined together. Darius couldn't help but wordlessly draw himself back towards her. He hissed softly still incredibly sensitive down below. He pushed his cock back into her body, essentially plugging her pussy with his cock. The two of them settle down onto the bedroll in the spooning position, her body basking in warmth from his larger form surrounding her. Despite the chill of the desert, the warmth of her was immensely arousing and idly he began to rub his hand slowly over her bosom. He kissed over her neck twice over before whispering.<strong>"Sleep well Songbird..."</strong><br/><br/>The moment he had relaxed his muscles completely, basking in the afterglow of that rather intense orgasm was the moment he had fallen asleep. And when he slept soundly, it was not without incident. The dream was vivid and as intense as ever. The vision of his Songbird continued to haunt his dreams as he held onto her in his arms, thrusting deep into her without restraints. The breathtaking angelic wings of the woman he beds shielding the both of them as he rocked back and forth. Large curved horns of a ram crown his head as he continued pounding deeper and deeper into her. He cared not how taboo this union was, he still yearns for it an he was determined to let his seed quicken in her womb. The vision faded and how sweet of a vision it was.<br/><br/>One image of intense lovemaking fades and yet another remains as now the Songbird appears in regal wear, her skin unblemished by the sun her hair its natural color. Her body is suddenly stripped by a firm hand. True it was his hand but it wasn't. It was wizened with lengthened fingernails like the talons of a raptor. As she was placed into a collar and made to kneel before him like a pet. A whip appeared in hand as no sound came from her lips. But every time she spoke she was struck upon her backside by the whip. With each lash her hair changed to the current hue, her pubic mound was devoid of hair and replaced with his brand. Her skin dyed darker akin to the skin of a desert beauty. With tears in her eyes she looked down and spoke. Again no sound came from her lips but the whip did not fall again.<br/><br/>The dreams end and soon enough morning came.