Year 356 of the Imperial Calendar
On the human continent, specifically within House Indivar…
The bedroom was bathed in soft moonlight, filtering through delicate silk curtains. The large bed was adorned with sheets embroidered in gold and floral patterns. Ben, barely conscious, slowly rolled over, his fingers brushing against something soft and firm beneath the covers. A sleepy groan escaped his lips.
His hand landed on something soft yet firm. A round, yielding shape.
"Hmm?" he grunted, still foggy with sleep. His fingers instinctively closed, gently pressing the plump flesh.
"Ahhh~ Young master… I…"
The voice was soft, trembling with pleasure.
Ben jolted awake, his eyes snapping open.
Where the hell am I?
His gaze quickly scanned the opulent room—precious tapestries on the walls, a vaulted ceiling adorned with erotic frescoes, black wood furniture carved with obscene precision. And most notably…
Two twins, their silky black hair cascading over their shoulders, their almond-shaped eyes glinting in the dim light. Their bodies, slender and delicate, radiated warmth that contrasted with the coolness of the night. Their breasts, small but firm, seemed perfectly shaped to fit in his palms. Ben blinked, his mind foggy.
Why are there two naked chicks in my bed?
Shit…
His memories were hazy. He vaguely recalled playing an erotic game on his PS5 before maybe falling asleep.
Am I still dreaming about that game? Maybe the experience really got to me…
A sly smile stretched his lips. If this was a lucid dream, he might as well enjoy it.
"Hehe… What are you girls doing here?" he murmured hoarsely, leaning toward the one who seemed shyer.
She averted her eyes, her cheeks flushing. "I… we serve the young master…"
Ben snickered inwardly. A master-servant roleplay? A classic fantasy, but effective.
I've got pretty good taste in fantasies.
"Then show me… how far you're willing to go, ladies…"
Not knowing their names, he mentally dubbed them Twin A and Twin B.
Twin A, the bolder one, slipped a hand between her thighs, her fingers already brushing her glistening, desire-soaked core. "Young master… do you want… to taste?"
Ben felt his mouth go dry. "Oh, gladly…"
She knelt before him, her plump lips wrapping around his already hardened member. Her mouth was warm, tight, a delicious torment. "Hmmnn~" she moaned, sucking slowly, her eyes gazing up at him with adoration.
Meanwhile, Twin B, still shy, snuggled against his side. Ben grabbed her hip, pulling her closer, his fingers tracing circles on her damp slit. She shivered, a soft "Ahh… young master…" escaping her lips.
"You're so sensitive…" he murmured, sliding a finger inside her, feeling her walls tighten around him.
Twin A continued to suck him eagerly, her tongue playing with the tip, while her hands caressed his balls. "Mmmh… young master… you're so… big…"
Ben growled, gripping Twin B's hair to kiss her brutally, his tongue exploring her mouth while his fingers plunged deeper. She arched, "Nnnh~ too… too fast…"
He laughed, flipping Twin A onto her back and spreading her thighs, revealing her glistening pink core. "So, which one of you wants to be taken first?"
They exchanged a knowing glance before replying in unison: "As the young master desires…"
Ben held nothing back. He bent Twin B over the bed, thrusting into her with a sharp snap, making her cry out. "Aaaah~! Young—Young master, too… too rough…!"
Meanwhile, Twin A masturbated in front of them, her fingers frantically rubbing her clit, her sharp moans echoing in the room.
"Look how turned on she is…" Ben grunted, slamming hard against Twin B's ass, each thrust making her jerk.
"Ah! Ah! Nnnh~!"
Twin A moved closer, pressing her breasts against his back, licking his neck. "Young master… you're so strong…"
He switched positions, laying Twin A down this time, thrusting into her scorching core while Twin B, still trembling, licked his balls.
"Oh fuck…"
The sensations were too real. The heat, the fluids, the moans, the bodies writhing beneath him…
Ben lay sprawled on the bed, exhausted, the twins cuddled against him.
"Ahhh… girls, you were… incredible…"
Twin A smiled, tracing circles on his chest. "We were especially good tonight, weren't we?"
Twin B, still wrapped in the sheets, blushed. "Are you satisfied with us, Young Master Indivar…?"
Ben blinked.
Ben frowned. "Huh? Indivar?" The name felt familiar, but he couldn't place it. Why aren't they just calling me Ben?
He lay there, eyes closed, waiting to wake up. One minute passed. Then five. The twins had fallen asleep, their breathing slow and steady. The room hadn't changed. "What the hell? This lucid dream's lasting too long," he muttered, a knot of anxiety forming in his stomach.
He stood up, stumbling over empty wine bottles.
"This isn't my room!"
Panic began to rise. He looked at his body—pale, thin. He ran a hand through his hair…
Black hair?
He had brown hair, and short.
His gaze fell on his reflection in the window.
And he saw.
Long black hair tied back. Red, empty, shadowed eyes. A sickly body with a powerful dragon sleeping between his legs.
"This…" he stammered, backing away. "This isn't me!"
His mind fogged, the shock too intense.
It looks like… Indivar…
The name thundered in his skull.
It's the character from the game. Young Master Daemon. The heir of House Indivar.
His legs gave out.
"No, no…"
And then… the shock was so brutal he collapsed, unconscious.