Guest from a parallel world

... I had a dream. A rather strange one, but so realistic. I'm lying completely naked on my stomach, feeling a light touch and a whisper in my ear:

— Sweetie, I'm about to come on you!

And I immediately feel hot drops falling on my back.

Emerging from the dream, I still feel warmth on my back. And something else. I wake up sharply and freeze. There's a stranger's hand on my chest, and someone is pressed against my back.

"Scream or figure out who this is first?" — the thought quickly appeared and vanished. My heart is pounding like crazy in my chest. I slowly crawl along the bed toward the wall and sit up, looking bewildered at the sleeping stranger. He seemed

unrealistically handsome to me, but very pale in the moonlight.

"Who is this? Where did he come from? God forbid my husband wakes up! I'll be the one to blame again."

With these thoughts, I shifted along the wall toward the headboard to get farther away from the guest. My foot touched something cool, and I pulled a sword... a plastic one... out from under the blanket. While I was examining the strange toy, I missed the stranger waking up. His movement was so fast that I didn't even have time to scream before he covered my mouth with one hand, pressing me to himself, and with the other took the sword. I tried to break free, but he only held me tighter. And he began speaking quietly in a language unfamiliar to me. His eyes seemed to glow with a purple light. Looking into my eyes, he probably realized I didn't understand him. Dropping the toy sword on the bed, he placed his hot palm on my forehead. An instant flash of pain made me moan, but the stranger was already muffling the moan with a kiss, from which both the pain passed and desire awoke. Pulling away from me, he asked:

— Please don't scream. I won't harm you, my fairy. I'll explain everything to you.

Stunned by his actions, I remained silent, looking at the stranger with wide-open eyes.

— I am Ellinor, prince of the Seventh Kingdom of Alliria. I don't yet understand why I ended up here. But I think it's like this: our court mage tried to protect me during the rebellion and transported me here.

— What are you talking about? What prince? What rebellion? You're crazy!

I couldn't believe this nonsense.

— I understand, little fairy, that it's hard for you to believe. But it's really true. Give me a little time, and I can explain and prove everything.

— You'd better leave before my husband wakes up. Otherwise, it won't end well for either of us.

This whole absurd situation didn't fit in my head. It all seemed like a dream.

— Don't be afraid, my fairy, your husband won't wake up. I made sure no one would hear us.

He smiled, and I froze, admiring him. The moon generously allowed me to see him in the nocturnal gloom. Unrealistically handsome, tall, with defined muscles, he really did look like a prince from fairy tales.

— Why won't he hear? And stop calling me a fairy, prince!

Behind the irritation, I tried to hide fear and, strangely enough, arousal. I suddenly clearly understood that I was drawn to this handsome man.

— Don't be afraid. I just used light sleep charms and cast a veil of silence. And I call you a fairy because you are a fairy, it's just that the magic within you is asleep. Tell me, what's your name?

I looked at Ellinor, heard sincerity in his words, and I no longer wanted to argue.

— Eleonora. You can just call me Elia.

— Our names are harmonious. I understand why I was thrown out specifically to you.

The prince smiled at me in such a way that I was ready to throw myself at his neck and beg him to take me. By some miracle, I restrained myself, I don't know how. Only my voice suddenly became hoarse. And I asked in a whisper:

— Why?

The prince stepped toward me, embraced me, and whispered just as quietly as I had before:

— Because you are my destiny. You are my lost dream, my vanished fairy.

I didn't understand anything, only froze, feeling cozy in his arms.

— Explain, I don't understand anything at all.

Instead of an explanation, he embraced me and kissed me. What a kiss it was! Like a sip of divine nectar. I melted like chocolate in his embrace, responding fervently to the kiss. How I ended up being tipped back onto the bed, and at what moment my nightgown was removed, I don't remember. My body was tingling with millions of sparks of desire. I myself reached for the prince, wanting to merge with him into one. When he pulled away from my lips, I didn't want to let him go. Laughing quietly, Ellinor began kissing my neck, collarbones... And when his lips covered the sensitive peak of my nipple, I couldn't help but cry out, pressing his head to my chest. He kissed and caressed my body as if enveloping it in silken threads of tenderness and passion. I soared and fell on waves of unearthly pleasure. And then his tongue ran between the petals of my sex, and I arched to meet him, spreading my legs wide.

— Sweet fairy! Your nectar has a divine taste!

I only moaned in unbearable languor of desire.

And the prince continued sending sparks of pleasure through my body with his tongue and lips. When I thought I was about to explode into thousands of tiny fragments, he entered me, filling and giving even greater pleasure. His confident, deep thrusts, his penetration to the very depths, and now I'm screaming, soaring to an unimaginable height at the peak of pleasure. Waiting out my orgasm, Ellinor continued moving. And a bright desire awoke in me again. I strained toward him, meeting each of his thrusts with a movement of my hips. Again and again toward each other, merging in an eternal dance of passion. And with each of his penetrations, with each moment of union, I seemed to be reborn anew. And now I'm on the verge of explosion again. The prince made the deepest thrust, touching some supersensitive point inside me, and we soared together to the peak of passion. My piercing cry and his hoarse groan merged into one indescribable sound. Our loudly beating hearts merged into one common rhythm. In these moments, I understood that something elusive had changed within me, giving rise to a feeling of something familiar, warm. How long we lay in each other's arms, I cannot say. Time seemed to stand still. A quiet ringing returned us to reality. Ellinor reluctantly released me from his hands, kissing the tip of my nose.

Looking at me with a tender smile, he said:

— Welcome back, my fairy!

I looked at him, perplexed.

— Your magic has returned, Eleonora! Look, you even restored my sword to its former appearance, — he showed me the sword, now steel, not plastic.

— That wasn't me, — escaped my lips in fright.

— It was you, my beautiful Elia! Your magic has awakened. Don't you feel it? Close your eyes, darling. Listen to yourself.

I obediently closed my eyes, not believing in the miraculous awakening of some magic. And immediately I was surrounded by myriads of images, sensations, sounds... I understood that I could take flight right now. And I finally remembered my beloved prince.

Opening my eyes, I whispered quietly:

— Hello, my prince! How long I've been waiting for you!