Chapter 53: Shamanism Lesson with Hoaran (2)
Suddenly, I snapped to my senses, surrounded by fluffy, mouthwatering cotton candy.
I couldn't help myself—I took a huge bite... but there was no taste at all.
I chewed and sucked on it for a good while, but still nothing. That's when I realized it was a dream.
What a weird-ass dream.
But being wrapped in all this soft, pillowy stuff wasn't half bad.
I just wanted to drift off into a deep sleep like this...
Wait, no—I was already asleep, since this was a dream.
Asleep...
And dreaming right now.
I even knew I was dreaming.
Was this that lucid dreaming thing?
To test it, I thought of Mumungmumung, and there she was, right in front of me.
Blue-tinted skin, massive tits. A jiggling, amorphous slime body.
"Whoa..."
It was the last version of Mumungmumung I'd seen—back when I'd serviced her as a dispenser.
She'd been texting me updates now and then. Apparently, she was taking some slime prenatal classes these days...
We only chatted occasionally like that—no real meetings.
If we did meet, honestly... I wouldn't even know how to act.
Genetically, it was no different from any guy knocking her up, but she'd gotten pregnant from my cum. And I'd even named the kid.
I still had no clue how to face her or the child.
Anyway, starting with Mumungmumung,
I recalled all the women I'd met working as a dispenser.
Werewolf, Eileya.
Satyros, Sati.
Minotaur, Mano.
Were-shark, Mary.
And then the driad, Ariadd...
One by one, they multiplied until my surroundings were filled with huge tits.
Ariadd with her unrivaled massive rack right next to Sati with her tiny ones—it felt kinda weird seeing them side by side.
Sati had some breasts, but surrounded by all these busty bombshells, hers might as well have been flat.
"Damn, I really put in the work, huh."
Ariadd's case was a bit different...
But every woman here had hooked up with me at least once during my short time as a dispenser—barely a few weeks.
Some for kids, some for heat cycles, some just to fill their bellies, whatever the reason—they'd all come to me, the dispenser, and I'd fucked them.
All their traits were burned into my brain, like notes I'd memorized.
Mumungmumung loving deep creampies.
Eileya craving doggy where I grind hard against her womb.
Mano squirting milk while I milked her during cumshots.
Sati, whose pussy gushes fluids every orgasm, with a grape-wine scent like her body odor.
Mary preferring oral creampies and paizuri over straight vaginal during her heats.
The wererat with the smallest body but bigger tits than Sati, obsessed with mating press pounding.
And more besides.
The variety of tastes, traits, even pussy textures—all crystal clear in my mind.
Thinking about it like this made me sound like a total perv, but I'd chalk it up to professional dedication.
"Hmm..."
They were all just standing there blankly, so I spoke up.
"Show me your tits."
A few like Mumungmumung didn't wear clothes anyway, but the rest hiked up their tops, baring those massive udders.
Sati excepted.
She flashed hers too, but they hardly qualified as udders.
Anyway...
"What a sight."
Wrapped in fluffy cotton candy, staring at all those pink nipples on huge tits, I couldn't say anything else.
"...This works too?"
I beckoned, and the were-shark Mary stepped forward.
Her tits were just shy of the average thanks to monsters like Ariadd and Mano, but still plenty big as they jiggled toward me. She knelt down.
Then she wrapped those huge tits around my cock and started shaking them slowly.
"...No sensation since it's a dream."
Dreams gonna dream—the incredible titty feel of big sis Mary was nowhere.
She loved cumming from paizuri-fellatio, and her skills were fucking god-tier.
I'd been hyped, but nada—empty and pointless. Still, as a dispenser, I usually matched client demands. Here, getting serviced one-sidedly, doing whatever felt great.
It was a dream anyway.
"Keep going with some fellatio too."
She'd been a client, so I felt weird ordering her around.
Anyway, she obliged—parting her lips to engulf my cock, adding blowjob to the paizuri.
"Slurp... schlop...♡"
Just like I remembered: licking the shaft, then sucking the head with wet pops.
No sucking sensation, but her cheeks hollowing as she slurped like it was delicious? Hot as fuck.
"Wait, hold up."
I'd stretched my hands out, groping Ariadd and Mano's massive tits beside me, squeezing out sap and milk, when it hit me.
I could do anything right now.
If it was possible in a dream, there was one thing.
"Lilith, Hoaran."
Why hadn't I thought of them sooner? Calling their names, they appeared.
Amid all these beauties, the succubus Lilith—who could devour anyone with a word—and Hoaran, rivaling her looks with nine unmatched fluffy tails, materialized.
"Ooh...?"
Was this allowed? Even in a dream, commanding two of the twenty-two heroes—way above a mere dispenser like me—made my already hard cock throb harder.
The Lilith from our first meeting: microskirt hugging her hips, bra-like top dangling. Hoaran in that shrine maiden outfit exposing thighs and cleavage—who designs this shit?
Dream or not, knowing I could do whatever to them? Irresistible.
Lilith and Hoaran frowned at me.
Then they spoke.
"Hey, you fucking bastard."
"How disappointing, Hanjo."
...What the fuck?
No, wait.
Why were only they talking?
Stunned by their unexpected words, they continued, glaring.
"What, call us out to do what? Huh? You perverted dog."
"Dost thou gaze upon this one with such eyes...? How tragic..."
Perfectly mimicking the Lilith and Hoaran I knew—their speech patterns spot-on.
Even knowing it was a dream, cold sweat trickled down my back.
"No, Mom—not like that. Lady Hoaran, really, it's not. It's just a dream... so..."
"So what? Dream means you can fuck us?"
"Nah, I didn't even want that much."
Just some fellatio, maybe.
For Hoaran, I wanted to...
lie with her tits as pillows, wrapped in tails.
Basically, lounge on Hoaran's tits while Lilith blows me. A modest wish.
It's a dream—no harm.
"It is harm, you perverted dog."
"Thy mind overflows with lust. 'Tis clogged with cock-demon. Cock-demons must be beaten to death."
Lilith's usual trash talk, but Hoaran—my mental data lacking—spouted weird shit about cock-demons.
They strode forward, and even in the dream,
all the non-human girls I'd conjured backed away, terrified.
"...Move, you bitch."
"Eek..."
Even Mary, diligently titfucking and sucking away, got booted by Lilith's foot.
Only Ariadd and Mano left by my side.
But they too cowered before Lilith and Hoaran's presence.
Mano I get, but Ariadd had once chased Lilith from her botanical garden—strong stuff.
Bad matchup, though.
Tree fairy driad vs. fire mage Lilith and flame-shaman Hoaran.
Plus Ariadd had been buried by Lilith before.
Dream or not, I couldn't picture Ariadd winning.
"Not moving? Wanna get hit?"
"Cock-demon, beat the cock-demon."
Horror movie shit.
Lilith being too Lilith was scary; Hoaran being off-Hoaran was scarier.
"So, now what? This firebrand filial son trying to fuck his mom every chance he gets."
No.
Give a guy a break in his dream.
Can't even do what I want here?
Or did my subconscious want Lilith dominating me?
For a second, I wondered if that was my kink, then shook it off.
Nah... probably not.
Looking up at Lilith glaring down,
"What're you staring at? Got something to say? With your dick rock-hard like that."
She stomped my cock with her toes.
Her hiked-up skirt revealed that tight pussy I'd glimpsed before—still vivid in memory.
Fucking powerhouse.
Mouth like a sewer.
Yet a virgin succubus pussy.
Lilith's pussy.
Someday, when I took her place.
The virgin pussy I'd claim.
Rub rub...♡
Still grinding my cock underfoot, she sneered down.
"...Getting even bigger from my foot on your dick, you perverted dog♡"
Definitely a dream.
That sultry, almost cutesy tone confirmed it.
Yeah, dream.
If it's a dream,
why not let shit happen?
I shot back at her.
"Then stop being so fucking hot."
"......Huh?"
Classic.
She cocked her head like I'd said something ridiculous, so I pressed on.
"What'd I say wrong? You strut around like that, then tell me not to get hard? Make it make sense."
She gets drunk off booze but passes out on beer daily. Every time I see her crashed out disheveled, she has no idea how much I've held back.
Especially since she started crashing at my cramped place—I wash her clothes.
Fuck, I hand-wash Lilith's panties.
She hands me the ones she just wore and tells me to clean 'em.
And I'm not supposed to get horny?
If I weren't a dispenser—where popping off costs thousands—I'd have jerked into her panties ages ago.
And fuck.
Home or not, prancing in skimpy shit. Telling me not to pop a boner is torture.
Those "shorts"? Basically panties.
Boxer briefs on guys vs. that? Barely different.
Bending over, ass cheeks on display—I had to endure that.
"...You done talking?"
"Nah, not yet."
I grabbed her ankle and yanked.
"Eek...?!"
Pulled her onto my lap, arms around her waist.
Dream anyway.
If Lilith's too strong to imagine weak,
just imagine me overpowering her.
"Cock-demon... the cock-demon..."
"Lady Hoaran, shut up and be my pillow."
She nodded, circling behind to cradle my head in her plush tits.
Even in dream, those soft tits felt real as I gazed at Lilith in my arms.
"L-Let go, you fucker..."
Small.
Or rather, I'm big.
Taller than average human woman, but shorter than me. Held close, it hit home.
Her squirming helpless in my arms? Hot as fuck, even knowing it's fake.
"F-Fuck, your cock's huge..."
My raging erection reached past her navel, up to her underboob.
Throbbing against her belly.
Squeezed her tight—
it rubbed her stomach.
No feel, dream rules.
Wouldn't be possible otherwise.
So.
Dream logic.
"Mom—no, Lilith."
She looked up. I said,
"It's a dream anyway, and it's the pussy I'll eventually fuck. Practice run? Won't wear out."
"Y-You crazy bastard, bullshit—"
Sealed her cursing lips with mine.
Kiss—been forever.
Dream, but still.
Yeah, dream.
One arm pinning her waist. Other hand gripped my cock, aimed at her slit.
Felt the mound, the cleft at my tip.
My lewd imagination's work: her pussy slick with juices, parting at my glans.
Thrust.
Into Lilith's pussy.
Dream, but.
Anyway, into Lilith's pussy.
"Pwah—! You fucker, even if I—"
"Shut up and spread 'em."
Aimed to plunge—crash! Everything crumbled.
"......Ah, fuck."
Classic wake-up sign.
"Loser."
Jeering Lilith faded too.
Can't even fuck in my dream?
No way in hell.
Arms locked her vanishing waist, slammed my cock—locked in her pussy—deep.
"Y-You mad fucker, re—! Hnngh♡"
Squelch♡
My cock piercing Lilith's pussy.
No sensation, but success.
Overexcited maybe—no feel, but I erupted inside her instantly.
Splurt splurt♡
Filling her fading pussy with cum.
Ha, I won.
Dunno why it's a win, but fuck yeah.
"Wait..."
This a dream, right?
And this...
Basically a wet dream?
Hold up...
Recalled before sleep.
Before this dream... where'd I crash... right, uh...
"...Fuck."
Buried in Hoaran's tails—I facepalmed.
So.
Fuck.
I
wet-dreamed all over Hoaran's tails.
"Don't wake! Don't wake! Please! Stay asleep!"
No face left for Hoaran after...
Too late—realized the cotton candy was her tails.
"...Total loser. Karma."
Last words from dream-Lilith as she vanished. I screamed.