<strong>Tagging:</strong>Sparrow<br/><br/>Lampa's touch grew naughtier with every grope, the vision of her desire more decadent until the little silk clad monk began spelling his promise on her body. She huffed into his lips, breath shuddering, frustrated as her gropes were. "You wont? You really wont?" Her tongue rolled out in full length, taking control of Sparrow's in the tight slippery coil. It was the longest kiss with time and arousal running on to the abstract tune of dream logic.<br/><br/>It wove parts of the silk veiled cave into luxurious curtains of a canopy bed. She spread him on it, adored his lithe curves with touch that mellowed from greed back towards her usual gentle attention. Touchings remained possessive, yes, but not in the way a monster wanted to own a breeding stud. She paused to chuckle at the patterns on the pillows and bed legs. "Cute gryphons. They were always my favourite. Until I met you, my brave hero." Lampa threw herself on him, kissed and cuddled while keeping at least one set of fingers around his cock and her lips never too far from Sparrow's lips. Every now and then she paused, and where she looked the fuzzy red of dream solidified into details. Bedside with a picture of a man, woman, and a redheaded girl between them. His face was that of a gryphon, and Lampa quickly turned the picture face down, away from the sight of the heavily lewded Sparrow. Beyond the window spread trees in orderly lines all the way till the horizon.<br/><br/>That scenery was bent moment to moment, filled with scent of apple in one, and then again with the smell of joined arousal. It heightened quickly as Lampa's attention went from remembering to thanking Sparrow for being with her, being hers. Tongue and hands worked in delicate worship of his feminine beauty, left little kisses on him as the lips trailed to accept his cock in the mouth.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/9d63cdb2-ad1a-4ce0-b306-3b7e187f9003/db5yldt-065ab819-b909-42fc-862f-a1a1b126e606.jpg/v1/fill/w_799,h_1001,q_70,strp/paladins__seris_by_splashbrush_db5yldt-pre.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MjMwOCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzlkNjNjZGIyLWFkMWEtNGNlMC1iMzA2LTNiN2UxODdmOTAwM1wvZGI1eWxkdC0wNjVhYjgxOS1iOTA5LTQyZmMtODYyZi1hMWExYjEyNmU2MDYuanBnIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTE4NDIifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.oEtOlHwtlNdPF5P0GXLqgeIQplabUW88wvyyMkJjNsM)</div>"Oh? You're awake," said the distant voice coming from behind the black curtain of eye-lids. Incense hung in the air so thick it filled the lungs with cough. Jaja wetted her lips, fumbling around the floor to slowly pinch out the sticks. She stood, went to open the curtains of her tent and aired the little room.<br/><br/>Bright light penetrated the fog, revealed regular old Lampa in her usual gear and Sparrow still wearing his regular clothes. Wakedness also revealed the horrible cock killing ache that the dream had built towards to be awfully real. Lampa whined a groan, shifting her thighs. Seems her agony was as intense.<br/><br/>"Now don't get any funny ideas here you two. I can't see, but I most certainly would notice. Seems your dream was a success?"<br/><br/>Lampa held her head. "Nnnh... Uhh... I-I think, well I am Carol, was Carol. My party... I don't remember them, but my home, my family... It's still a bit fuzzy."<br/><br/>"Oh it'll be fuzzy for a long time bouncy tits. The dreamspace is not a straight path. Perhaps you can begin to explore more of it now in the true dream of night, perhaps not. Time will tell, but my services will remain open if you wish to take further dives. I would advice against visiting me too often though. Gets easier to forget which side is real."<br/><br/>Lampa nodded, slowly reaching to tangle her fingers with Sparrow. She gave his cheek a peck and whispered. "Thank you my hero. You can call me whichever you like. After all, both are names you gave me." She piffled the side of his face, brushing her fluffy bits into it affectionately. "And if you want, you can call me whatever when you ask me to take care of your... needs."<br/><br/><strong>Sparrow, you return from the dream horribly aroused but with parts of Carol seemingly returning to Lampa and memories of a place that might be home. Though you awaken the memories feel real to you as well, lingering in the depths of your heart with similar nostalgia as your own past. It seems dream diving has some side effects. What now?</strong><br/><br/>OOC: For ease of organizing let's say that you guys planned to meet up with rest of the party in the evening to dinner at a certain inn, to plan how and when to return to Anus.