Ifthis weren’t a dream,I’dbe nauseous.Idon’t do well with ships.Butas the water sways,I’munaffected because, in dreand,I’mimpervious to seasickness.This belongs ? N?velDra/ma.Org.


    Mymind is alert enough to realize that my long dress, which is seemingly made of glittery mermaid scales, is clearly nonsensical, butI’mincoherent enough not to question it.


    Thescenery is odd.We’reon a ship, but the mist is a creepy thick fog covering the stripped wood.Ilook up and see the tattered sails marked with skulls and bones.


    <i ss="calibre2">Oh.It’sbecauseIfell asleep staring atFinn’stattoo.I’mprobably drooling on his bare chest right now</i>.WhyamIso aware at the moment?Whata weird dream.IknowI’msleeping.Iknow it’s a dream, butI’mwatching the movie unfold right in front of my eyes.


    Isee him approach from the hazy shadows.


    Hisface is marred with a jagged scar underneath his eye and he’s wearing an eye patch because my brain isn’t creative enough to visualize anything else for a ghost pirate.Nomatter, the concept is clear.Andplus,I’mnot worried about his costume.Myeyes are onFinn’sbody—a perfect replica of real-lifeFinn.He’sshirtless.Everygroove of his abdomen is perfectly sculpted into six symmetrical rectangles.Thebroad wall of his pecs, dotted by his little brown nipples, is so enticingIimmediately feel the heat between my legs.


    “Howare you out of the water?” he asks in a grisly whisper that sends a chill up my spine. “Canyou breathe?”


    <i ss="calibre2">Okay,Iget it.I’ma mermaid.Ican breathe onnd, but canIspeak?</i>


    “Youknow whatIcame for,”Isay in a raspy voice that sounds likeI’mstarring in a porno.Iwant tough at the cheesy dialogue.<i ss="calibre2">Comeon, dreamAvery!Youcan do better than that.</i>


    Theaction sequences are distorted and we skip the proper continuity.Somehow, nowI’mon my back, my ass boring into the wooden ship deck that should be giving me splinters but in dreand isfy as a mattress.Finn’son top of me, cupping my sex.Somewherein the nonsensical sequence,I’velost my mermaid dress.FinnandIarepletely naked andIcan almost feel the weight of his palm against my clit.


    Itseems so real.Theurge between my thighs grows as he rubs aggressive circles with the heel of his palm all the while taunting me, telling me not toe yet.


    “Iwant to,”Iprotest in my porno voice, and suddenlyIfeel something foreign against my neck.Mybrain scrambles to make sense of the scene soIcanpute the sensory experience my dirty mind is trying to treat me to.<i ss="calibre2">It’sa hook.</i>Finnhas a hook hand and he’s pressing the back of the cool metal against my throat.


    “You’regoing to love it like this,” he growls.


    Inod eagerly, already feeling the dribble down my thigh. “Doit.”


    “Youwon’t be able to scream.”Hesmiles, almost cruelly. “Buttry anyway.”


    Hishard dick reces his hand andIgroan as he enters me.Itry to spread my legs to amodate his colossal size.PirateFinnis evenrger than real-lifeFinn.Comicallyso.Ishould be dead by now, but apparently,I’ma mermaid and us ethereal creatures can adapt to penises the size of anacondas.There’sno pain, just pleasure…then shock.


    Hepresses the smooth curve of his hook against my throat and gyrates his hips.Asimple thrust is too tame for my mythical pirate sex god.Heswivels his hips, ensuring no part of me is untouched, and asInear my orgasm, the strain on my neck grows.


    Thepanic begins to rise and now my shallow breaths are bing impossible to collect.Itry to whimper, butIcan’t make a sound.I’mnot sure if it’s the hook or the dream, butIcan’t speak.Ican’t breathe.Allthe panicked pressure in my body is collecting between my thighs andIdon’t know ifIcan handle the explosive climaxI’mheaded toward.


    Ishake my head, andPirateFinnmust see the fear in my eyes. “Justanother moment, baby.”Nowhe thrusts—hard.Igrunt in reply. “You’realmost there.”Hepumps his hips again, nudging against that sacred spot that makes me burn for him.


    Oncue, the fog turns to angry dancing mes as he ruts into me like a madman. “Saymy name,” he snarls.


    Itry again to speak, butIcan’t.Aheadache begins to form andIwant to tell him to release me becauseI’mdamn near passing out.Buthe only presses his hook harder against my windpipe.


    “Try, baby.Justsay it.Tellme who is making youe.”


    Summoningmy strength,Ifight the tension around my neck and scream as loud asIcan.Herips his hook away and lets my cry ring through the night air. “<i ss="calibre2">Finn, ohGod,Finn.Finn.Finn</i>.”Myvoice breaks through at the precise moment my orgasm unleashes.


    Igasp.Theair fills my lungs as my climax radiates through my entire body.Thesensation is so potent,Ithinke twice.Oncebecause of the pleasure, and once because of the liberation.


    Itfeels so real.


    Thepulsing sensation is so familiar.Theeuphoria makes my head go hazy and sink back into the ship deck, waiting for the mes around us to burn us to cinders.


    Finnsmiles. “Timeto go home,Queen.Theship is burning.”


    Hegrazes the crown on my head that somehow magically appeared amidst our rough sex.Rippingit off my head, he then throws it overboard into the pitch-ck sea.Hescoops me up and beforeIcan ask him if he’ll be okay, then tosses me over the ship rail andIbegin to plummet.


    I’mfalling for ages.Muchtoo long to make sense.Ishould’ve hit the water by now.


    It’sthe feeling of falling, the swoop in my stomach that yanks me fully from my dream.


    AndwhenIopen my eyes,IseeFinn.


    NotPirateFinn.


    RealFinn.Noscar.Thedim light of thempshade across the room reveals the perfect, handsome angles of his wless skin.Andhe’s wearing the most amused smirkI’veever seen.


    “Didyou just have a dirty dream about me?”


    “No.”Idon’t know whyIbother lying, butI’ma little embarrassed.Isubtly rub my thighs together and feel the moisture.Dreamor not,Imost definitely came.Thathad to be the most passive-aggressive orgasm of my life.<i ss="calibre2">Ifyou won’t fuck me in real life,I’llfind you in dreand,Finn.</i>


    “Yousure?Becauseyou woke me up when you said my name a few times.Andyou’re breathing kind of hard.”


    “Idon’t remember whatIwas dreaming about.Wait…IthinkIvaguely rememberIwas falling.”<i ss="calibre2">Lies.</i>Iremember it perfectly.<i ss="calibre2">Yourpirate doppelganger threw me overboard right after you choked me with your hook and gave me the most intense orgasmI’veever had.</i>ButI’mnot saying that shit out loud.


    “Okay, whatever you say.”Hissmug smile says he doesn’t believe a damn thingI’msaying. “Comehere.”


    Heyanks me back into his chest, andIsnuggle against him, back to belly.Thisis how we fell asleep andImust’ve wriggled away in the middle of the night.I’vebeen sleeping alone for over a month, so my instincts need time to adjust.


    Finnputs me back in my rightful ce, cuddled into his embrace, his thick bicep sprawled out as a pillow for my head.Irest my ear on the dramatic curve of his muscle and the mermaids on his tattoo fall into my direct sightline.Theysing what they<i ss="calibre2">always</i>sing to me.


    Praiseand encouragement.<i ss="calibre2">Goahead, girl, get yours.</i>


    <i ss="calibre2">Idid.</i>Oh,Idid.


    Igiggle silently at my own silliness, feeling yful and full.Idon’t thinkI’veever had a wet dream before.Ithought those were only for the other sex.Butlo and behold,Itaught myself this lesson all on my own.


    Ishut my eyes, desperately trying to go back to the ship, hoping thatPirateFinnsurvived the fire and is ready for round two.