Book3:WereMyDreamIs

sablindmantherewasnothingelsehecoulddoandworryanduneasinesswerefutileandpointless.Dimitriwasfilledwithhopelessahisowninferiority,hisinpetendinabilitytoact,thinkinghehadbeeauselessgood-for-nothing.Justthenthewideexpanseofcloudlessblueskiesagainappearedbeforehiseyes.ItwastheblueskiesofhisKingdomintheDreams,sodearandfamiliartohim.Wasn’titfromthedepthofthisdimensionoftimethatMedusaflewtothemundaneworld,leapingacrosstimebarriertoanswerhiscall?Blurry,indistinctimagesthatlookedlikeflowersmovedaroundintheblueskies,thesightofwhichdispersedDimitri’sdepression,leavingnotracebehindoftheworriesandrecriminationsthathadbeentroublinghim.Itwasaremelybeautifulblossom,awhitelilywhichsuddenlystoodoutfromamongtheindistinctfloralimagesinthesky.Itlookedlikealily,butDimitriwasnotsurewhatkindoffloweritreallywas.Hecouldseeitswayingintheslightbreeze,itswhitepetalsflutteringslightly.Thensuddenlyitturoanentingnakedbeauty,averybeautifulwoman,sexuallyentigandalluring.Dimitrirubbedhiseyesandstaredathertomakesurethatitwasne.Butjustasquickly,sheturnedbatoawhiteflowerthatlookedlikealilybutwasnotactuallyalily.Suchstrangeandmagicaltransformationstookpcerepeatedlyamongtheshadowyandblurryflowersintheskies.Abrightredflowerthatlookedlikearose,otherdelicateyelloaleblueblossomsallturonakedbeauties.Blossomsthatlookedsopureandsacredsuddenlybecamelustywomen,lewdandwanton,luringhimonwithexplicitmotionsandexpressioedbeyondtrol,Dimitrifelthimselfreagimpulsivelyandastrongsexualurgepulsedthroughhisbody.Butjustashewaslosingtr