Ella cried out in loss as he pulled from her, mewling a bit angrily at being denied what she wanted. Her muggy anger quickly faded as he flipped her over, her legs spasming at the brush of his fingers on her clit. She gave him a wicked but vague grin, her eyes somehow not quite looking at him, one hand reaching down to cover his, helping him find the best places on her heaving breast to squeeze. She felt him sink down between her legs and parted them for him, gasping softly at the change in sensation, from hard, constant pounding to soft licks and swirls of his tongue.

Her whole body was like a taut wire, ready to snap at any moment, her free hand scrabbled at the floor above her head, snagging a piece of her torn clothing and squeezing it tightly, her nails digging in. She fought to keep her legs from bucking to wildly to let him keep doing what he was doing, not wanting him to stop. All she wanted, needed, was release.

He had felt the positioning of her legs as they had parted for him as he had brought his mouth against her. A contrast with soft licks and nudges had followed as his tongue bled into her. This, he thought, had been a dream. He had to be somewhere, probably inside his cove conjuring up such a splendid event but if this was a dream then he had wanted no one to wake him from this state.

His tongue had gone to work tasting her, that coppery rich taste had been upon his questing tongue as it worked against her. His fingers on her clit dancing to their own rhythm as they circled her though the warmth on his hand had been welcome as she had guided him to all the best spots to touch,

Eagerly he touched those places as his eyes peeked up the expanse of her body to linger on her eyes, her face as if seeking her approval as his pink tongue vanished inside those tight fiery walls as he brought it into her, his hand upon her clit rising up her body to grasp at her other breast while he allowed his mind to continue doing what it had been with his telekinesis as he ran that invisible touch about her there.

Ella felt like a live powerline, snapping and sparking, bursts of pleasure arching from every point of contact, from her clenching womanhood as the squirming tongue lashed inside her, white hot bolts from the hand on her skin, fingers rolling and squeezing her love nub. She was as wet and hot as a steam bath now, so close to cumming she felt like her blood was going to boil.

Her face was turned to the ceiling as he looked up her amorously writhing body, mouth agape to accommodate the lewd whines and moans escaping her. She went quiet a moment as the hand left her clit, sighing out a long, happy breath as it made its way to her breast, a murmur of approval fading quickly into fresh groans of ecstasy as the hand and telekinetic touch went to work on her. Her legs curled around his back, toes curling as her heels kneaded into him, holding him there, not wanting him to escape from his heavenly work before she was satisfied.

"Mmmmm, Thomassss....don't stop baby....more...more..."

He had not really minded that she had been caught up in a fantasy world as Thomas' name crossed her lips. He had been immersed in the fantasy lost to everything around him as he took in the visage of her face as it cast her glance to the ordinary ceiling.

His tongue had moved about in a figure eight rhythm as he quested for her release sensing her pleasure building up inside her as his fingers compressed on her breasts. He groaned out against her snatch as his tongue wriggle inside her, through her as it sought out the most intimate of places within her obviously trying to scorch her g-spot as he surged inside her, his tempo quite quick as he flicked his tongue against her.

He had been considering speaking into her mind again but thought that that may have shattered the illusion for her and he had been quite enjoying himself thus far to risk such a backlash.

Ella couldn't control herself any longer, her body bucking and rolling like a wild horse, her fingers scrabbling at the torn garments in her grip, her mouth open in one long, broken moan of rising pleasure. His tongue curling and rolling inside her touched once on the sensitive cluster of nerves he sought, sending her body into a lock-jointed tremor, then another as he pressed on it more and more, her moan rising into a scream as she started shaking violently.

"Ohhhh! Oh God Thomas! Thomas! Ahhhhhhnn!" she screamed his name as she came, her heels digging into his back, her fingers almost painfully tight in his hair as her juices flooded her quivering sex, coating his tongue in her sweetness.

A few slow licks and he had finally stopped his assault on her, looking up as a smile dashed upon his lips. The taste of her release rolling over the taste buds of his tongue as he basked in her sheer taste as he let her juices roll against his tongue.

The legs against his back and the hold she had against the back of his head had allowed him to bask in the reality of the situation as it descended upon him like the curtain falling in the last act of a play. But he had been far from finished feeling that the respite had did him wonders as it had allowed his cock to calm down a bit in the process.

It had still been hard and aching as he took her hands in his own curling his own fingers against her own as he entwined them together, his head fanning from side to side as if in attempt of breaking the circle of her legs against him. Once that had been accomplished he slid up the expanse of her body deliberately dragging the tip of his sex against her own while he did so.

Angling his hips against her own his mouth had sealed around her own in a brief kiss that caused him to smile again as he drank from the chalice of her lips.

"Ready?" he questioned softly though he had not waited for an answer as he had gently sunk a portion of himself into the soft folds of damp flesh.

Ella slowly relaxed from her crashing release, her limbs going limp in the aftermath. She weakly rose her head to look down at him, her fingers gently stroking his hair as he easily parted her legs again. Her slow pants for breath were interrupted by little hitching sighs as he took her hands, her own delicate fingers squeezing his own, letting him move her as he wished.

She squirmed slightly as he pressed the head of his hard erection against her sopping folds, moaning quietly as a bit of the feeling came back to her. Her moan was quickly swallowed into his lips as he pressed himself against her, her kiss less passionate, and more submissive, yielding. As he broke the kiss, she mutely nodded to his question, inhaling deeply as he entered her, her hips squirming slowly, goading him on, urging him to fill her completely.

He felt her moan dump into his lips as he had embraced her in a passionate kiss, his mind entering into her own as he drew forth memories of Thomas and her, flashing them into his own head as easily as one would burn a disc into the hard rive of a computer.

His hands had felt the fabric of her gloves roam against the skin or his hands while the points of her breasts wriggled up against his chest, his body going to slide against her own as he sank into her body, his meat slicing all the way into her canal as she had welcomed him while his tongue lapped silently at the column of her shoulder.

How he longed to be back inside her since exiting her, living out in the anquish of not having been lodged inside her despite feeling as if the brake had done his body wonders. But once inside he could feel that familiar heat returning as his hips ground up against her own.

"Oh, Ella," he purred out between licks of her shoulder in a soft purr that passed from his lips as he had sank inside her to the fullest as he felt the initial heat of pre-cum dab from the very tip of his body.

Ella again felt the odd sensation of something rummaging in her mind, her memories flickering. Though in this case, the memories were all pleasant, happy memories of times before, so she chalked them up to having her lover in her arms once more.

She clasped his fingers tightly with hers as he pushed deeper inside her aching sex, her legs curling around behind him once more, pulling him further, faster. Her walls welcomed his girth, squeezing and clinging to him greedily, as if trying to suck him in. She kissed and nibbled the side of his neck as he buried his face in her shoulder, cooing into his ear as he hilted himself within her, her hips rolling at the feeling of being complete once more.

"Take me baby...let yourself go.." she crooned into his ear.

If her body had been a temple he would clearly worship it seeing that he had been on his knees before her as her legs hitched around him, her heels digging into the flesh of his back as she rolled against him, squeezed him in ways that he had not been squeezed before causing yet another groan to stumble out of his lips as she rolled against him, accepting him in even as he had accessed her memories.

Oh how he had wished he had an extra node at that point though implanting one of his tracing devices into her would require him to take his own shape by dropping the illusion that had coiled about him. He had been no fool knowing that she had reacted to the illusion and while it had been his doing it had been clear that he memories of her lover, her deceased husband, had taken hold of her.

But had he dwelled on that fact? Clearly not as he pushed his way inside her as he could feel himself expanding slightly before uttering a few simple words, his mouth lifting from her collar bone to press more firmly against her mouth in another seal of lips against lips.

"Oh, Ella! I'm ... I'm ... cumming."

Those words had just escaped from his lips as he exploded like a canon, his own semen releasing from the tip of his shaft as it flung inside her canal, his chest rising and falling as if in exertion, struggling to draw air into his lungs between soft kisses on her lips.

It had seemed that if he had wanted to find her again he would have to do so the old fashioned way.

Ella had indeed fallen completely into her own delusions, choosing the happy dream rather than the horror of reality. If it served to aggrandize, or satiate a depraved monster, what would she know? Denial was so much easier than acceptance, and in this case, so much more satisfying.

Her hands locked behind his neck as he continued to piston away between her legs, clutching him to her as the frenzied pace caught up with her, triggering a sudden surge of pleasure. Her nerves recovered from the first orgasm only to be assaulted immediately with more stimulus, the pleasure almost pain in its intensity. Just a little more, just a-



And she felt him swell and burst within her, felt his hot seed surging into her. The throbbing of his cock as it emptied within her, combined with the warmth and special sense of being filled, tipped her over into a softer, quieter release, this one more of a shiver and sigh than a convulsion and scream. Even this more subdued release was a little too much for her after the emotional rollercoaster from before, and the riotous climax afterward. Her gaze went blank, and vacant, her breathing slowing down as she slowly faded out, groggily returning his kisses as she slipped into sweet oblivion.

"Thomas...", her last word before she lost consciousness, a dreamy smile fixed to her face as her eyes closed, and she knew no more, for now, at least.