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an empty promise. So much like the future I once had.
    The faint sweetness of ice cream lingered in my mouth. The taste remained, but the childish joy of the moment was now totally alien. Like it happened to another body. To a body controlled by someone else.
    What was happening?
    Noah towered above me. His gray skin suit noticeably absent. His body a stone carving of muscle overflowing muscle. The broad planes of his chest like tectonic plates that shifted with his breath.
    I looked lower, below the etched ridges and valleys of his stomach.
    He was huge. Everywhere. His manhood extended stiffly, like a flagpole on its side. The head throbbed as I watched. Despite my confusion, my growing apprehension, wetness flared between my legs. My pink parts tingled with anticipation. I wanted him inside me. I needed his massive weight bearing into me. Goosebumps prickled my inner thighs and the back of my neck. My nipples stood hard at attention.
    Invisible hands caressed me. I didn't know any other way to explain it. This was still the dream.
    It had to be.
    In what reality was Noah Sinclair naked and hard and about to take me?
    As much as I wanted him, something wasn't right.
    What?
    My already spread legs opened wider. The muscles in my thighs didn't contract to cause the motion. It just happened. Like it would in a dream. You think of something and then it happens. All the usual stuff in the middle was unnecessary.
    If it was just a dream, I could let go. I could open myself in ways that I never felt confident enough to do in waking life. When my critical brain held sway. I needed to let go. To let go of the lonely inexperience that marked my history with men.
    Noah floated closer. He didn't crawl or creep. He didn't move. He floated without concern for the mechanics of physical forms. He moved how dreams move.
    He filled the empty space between my legs. Shivers rattled through me as his cock touched my wet, parted lips. Aching need shuddered through my limbs. A bodyquake with the epicenter at the light touch of our tender, sensitive parts.
    All the signals were right but the transmission couldn't have been more wrong.
    Why?
    I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them again, hoping something would resolve this uneasy limbo. The not knowing the dream from the reality. The discomfort of being so charged and yet knowing the energy was deadly wrong.
    GRREAARRRAAHHH.
    I glanced over and saw glowing red eyes by the door. That mangy dog bot hated me from the minute I arrived. She wished she could be a mangy dog. She was nothing more than a disturbing assemblage of metal, tubes, and circuit boards. She froze on all fours, aimed right at me. A low metallic growl scratched from whatever she used for a throat.
    She wanted to kill me. The jealous bitch. She wanted no one near her master. And in this dream, Noah and I were about to be closer than ever before.
    “Noah?” I said.
    Noah turned back and fixed his gaze on me.
    That's when it hit me.
    The wrongness.
    The terrible undercurrent that poisoned the fantasy.
    His eyes.
    They were not their usual smoldering, amber sunlight. They were infernos of electric yellow. A scorching intensity shone that spoke of madness, of mindless insanity.  
    The pressure between my petals increased. Something was horribly wrong. This wasn't my dream. This wasn't a dream at all.
    “What are you doing?” I said.
    He didn't reply. His large hand lifted from the surface of the restoration pod and moved to my mouth. His immovable palm cupped and covered my lips. With no obvious effort, he muffled me into silence. The gel beneath pushed upward and trapped me under his crushing force.
    I tried to whip my head to the side but his grip held fast. I couldn't speak. I could barely breathe. I kicked off to get away and didn't move an inch. The supportive gel had curled up around my ankles and now restrained them. More of it oozed up over my knees and pinned them open. It did the same to my wrists before I could think to