BLAZE*

As I glanced at my phone, the soft glow illuminated the room, revealing that it was already nine in the morning. The gentle hum of the air conditioner filled the air, creating a soothing background noise. The aroma of lavender lingered, a reminder of the luxurious bath awaiting Lyra, soon. After the haunting dream and her prolonged coma, I never imagined I would lie here next to her, feeling this sense of serenity. With a gentle touch, I brushed aside strands of Lyra's hair, allowing them to cascade over her shoulder. Planting tender kisses and nuzzling her neck, I could feel the warmth of her skin against my lips. As if sensing my presence, she stirred beside me, lifting her head to grant me better access.

"Lyra, baby, I'm going to draw us a bath. Then I would like to take you out for a late breakfast if that sounds good to you?"

"Mmm... Steak and eggs sound good to me."

I emerged from the bed, making my way towards Lyra's ensuite bathroom. As I stepped inside, a rush of memories from the dream we shared months ago flooded my mind, vividly recalling every desire I had harbored for that fateful night. Washing and kneading her tense muscles, the passionate intimacy we shared in the steamy embrace of the shower - all of it had become a reality just last night. Now, standing here, the thought of bathing her had consumed my thoughts during that dream, and today, that fantasy would materialize. No longer would I awaken in a clammy panic, engulfed in a desolate bed. All my longings from that unforgettable night were on the precipice of fulfillment.

I turned on the faucet in the bathtub, enjoying the gentle sound of the water flowing. Waited for the steam to fill the room, creating a cozy atmosphere. Once satisfied, I pressed the switch so the water would rise. Glancing around, I noticed a package of Lavender Epsom salts placed on the step, their soothing scent already wafting through the air. Picked up the package, feeling the crinkle of the wrapping between my fingers. I poured a cupful of the fragrant salts into the warm water, watching as they dissolved, releasing their calming aroma. Thinking ahead, I reached for three fluffy towels and a soft washcloth, placing them on the step nearby, ready to embrace us with warmth and comfort after our bath.

I walked back into the room, the soft glow of the sun peaking through the blinds casting a warm ambiance. As I approached Lyra's bed, I could see her legs swaying over the side, a sign of her anticipation as she waited for me. Bending down, I kneeled before her, feeling the cool wood floor beneath my knees. With a tender touch, I placed a single, feather-light kiss on her lips, savoring the sweetness of the moment.

Standing up, I slipped my hands under her supple butt cheeks, lifting her with ease as she straddled my hips. The weight of her legs wrapped tight around my waist, creating an intimate connection. Her hands clasped behind my neck, her touch sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine.

Turning us around, I pecked at her lips, the sound of our laughter filling the air as we made our way towards the bathroom. With each step, the cool wood sent a refreshing sensation through the soles of my feet.

Reaching the bathroom, I positioned Lyra on the step that led to the inviting tub. The sound of running water filled the room, a gentle symphony that added to the serenity of the moment. As I turned off the faucet, the silence settled, creating a peaceful atmosphere.

Stepping into the warm embrace of the bathtub, I extended my hand towards Lyra, the water lapping against the sides. With grace, she stood from the step, her touch electric as I lifted her and brought her into the bath with me. The water enveloped us, the soothing warmth against our skin intensified the intimacy of the moment.

With her feet planted on the smooth porcelain surface of the tub, I guided her down into the warm, inviting water. Taking my position behind her, my legs extended on either side, I could feel the ripples of anticipation coursing through me. As she leaned back against my chest, a contented sigh escaped her lips, her body finding release from its tension.

In this intimate moment, I could feel the rise of desire within me, my erection pressing against Lyra's back, the friction heightened by the water's caress against her silky skin. However, my focus remained steadfast on the task at hand. I began by massaging her temples, my fingertips tracing gentle circles, while placing soft, feather-light kisses behind her ears. The aroma of bath salts mingled with the steam, creating an atmosphere of tranquility.

Moving further, I kneaded my fingertips through her scalp; the sensation eliciting a moan of appreciation from her. With skilled hands, I soothed the tension within her neck and shoulders; the water providing a soothing backdrop to our intimate exchange. With gentle ease, I moved down to her arms, my hands gliding along her supple skin, providing relief to every pressure point. And then, with equal care, I retraced my path, making my way back up her arms, ensuring no inch left untouched.

In this moment, my need for her simmered beneath the surface, subdued by the desire to bring her comfort and relaxation.

I positioned my thumbs on either side of her spine, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my touch. With slow, deliberate movements, I massaged down towards her butt, applying gentle pressure. As my fingers reached her hips, I could sense the softness of her skin and the subtle tension within her muscles.

Moving closer, I focused my attention on Lyra's alluring curves, my fingertips kneading into the supple flesh of her hips and buttocks. The sensation was both firm and yielding as I explored the contours of her body.

Guided by desire, I directed my exploration towards Lyra's pussy, finding her pink bud moist and glistening with anticipation. The slickness heightened the intensity of the moment, and I could feel her subtle movements beneath me, a sign of her growing pleasure.

With skillful precision, I stimulated her sensitive clit, using the tips of my fingers to create exquisite sensations. Each touch elicited a reaction, causing Lyra to wiggle in response to the increasing pleasure building within her.

My other hand ventured towards the base of Lyra's neck, my fingers entangling themselves in her silky hair. I pulled her hair, tilting her head towards my waiting lips. The closeness intensified the connection between us, as I yearned to taste the desire that filled the air.

I whispered into Lyra's ear, nibbling at the tip. "You're so wet for me, beautiful. Tell me, what do you want?"

"Please don't stop, Blaze! I need you inside of me. NOW!"

She turned around, her body straddling mine, and moved with a deliberate rhythm. I could feel the heat and wetness as she slid against me, her slick folds enveloping my throbbing arousal. With purposeful strokes, Lyra took control, guiding my shaft and positioning it at her warm core. As our bodies merged, she bit her lip, a mix of pleasure and anticipation crossing her face. Her hands found purchase on my shoulders, providing leverage as she ground in a circular motion, each movement igniting a symphony of pleasure. The sound of our connection echoed in the room, intermingling with her passionate pants and the sweet sound of her voice calling out my name.

"Blaze, Oh My Goodness, this feels incredible! Help me! I'm so close! I'm going to cum, Blaze!"

I held onto her hips, to keep her still as I began thrusting vigorously into her core. The intense rhythm filled the air with the sound of our bodies colliding. Lyra's inner muscles clenched like a vise while a surge of pleasure built up within me, ready to be released.

"Blaze!"

"Lyra! Oh fuck!"

Her warm fluids mingled with my seed as our bodies entwined. The rhythmic motion of her hips pressed against my hands, anchoring her in place as she trembled atop me. The ethereal glow in Lyra's eyes intensified, illuminating the room with an enchanting radiance. Her face, a canvas of sheer pleasure, contorted into a mask of blissful euphoria. The symphony of our shared ecstasy echoed through the air, punctuated by the soft gasps and moans that escaped our lips. Every touch, every sensation intensified the raw and primal connection we shared.

A part of me wished I had waited for Lyra, just as she had waited for me. I experienced immense pain during the journey to be with her. But what was it all for? Only to have my heart crushed by someone who wasn't my soulmate, time and time again. I understood what true lovemaking was. I will do anything to bring happiness to Lyra's life. My love for her would extend beyond my last breath. With all the love I had, I kissed Lyra passionately until she rode out her climax. Now, both of us needed nourishment.

Although it wasn't my desire, I broke away from the kiss and found myself entranced by her captivating eyes. "Lyra, I love you with every ounce of my being. However, I fear unless we nourish ourselves, I won't be able to satisfy your needs. I can sense a beast on the rise. Let's freshen up together, have breakfast, and then the world is yours. After we eat, you can have anything your heart desires."

Lyra's smile was the biggest I had ever seen, and it made her look even cuter as she giggled. As she caressed the stubble on my chin, she agreed with me. "You're right," she said. "Vega and I have to eat several times a day, or else we turn into monsters. It's not something I want you to witness, Blaze. Trust me, it's not a pretty sight."

"Well, beautiful, let's get cleaned and dressed and go on about our day."

I pushed the button to drain the bathtub. Helped Lyra out of the bathtub, and we headed towards the shower. Grabbing the towels along the way, and set them in front of the shower.

LYRA*

Oh, my goodness. His presence was everything I could have ever dreamed of. With a dominant streak about him, I knew I had to be honest and vulnerable. So, I laid all his shit bare just now. But when I needed it, most Blaze took over. His touch was electrifying, sending shivers down my spine. In that moment, I realized that the dream I had was nothing compared to the reality unfolding before me. It was true love that unraveled me from the very fiber and core of my being.

Blaze stepped into the shower and turned on the tap, waiting for the water to reach the perfect temperature. Once satisfied, he took my hand and pulled me in. With a firm grasp on the loofah, he poured body wash onto it and cleansed every inch of my body. The sensation was incredible, transforming my shower experiences forever. Moving on to the next challenge, he tackled cleaning and conditioning my long, curly red hair.

Once done, I turn to him and wiggle my eyebrows."My turn, love monkey."

I couldn't help but laugh at how cheesy that sounded as I reached for my body wash and began cleaning him. As I washed his balls and admired his impressive dick, a thought crossed my mind - should I call it a sword? It's quick, jubilant, and gets the job done triumphantly. Shaking off the silly notion, I moved on to washing his hair with my shampoo. However, I couldn't help but think that something needed to change in this aspect. I wanted to smell Blaze, not myself. He didn't object and accepted it as it was. Once we finished cleaning each other, he pulled me into his arms.

"I will never tire of you, Lyra. You're my heart, my soul. I'll give you everything your heart desires. I want to make you happy and love you until my dying breath."

Blaze has captured my heart and soul, but at this moment, my brain is not functioning, making it difficult for me to express myself. However, he reaches out and takes my hand, and before I know it, he is drying me off with a towel. With care, Blaze runs the towel through my hair and then grabs a brush and blow dryer. It's not a simple task, but my handsome hunk of a man starts blow drying my hair. The sensation feels incredible, leaving me in awe. Once my hair is dry, he pats me on the butt and guides me towards my closet.

***

Blaze opened the exit door and ushered me outside, guiding me towards his enormous truck. As I approached it, I couldn't help but wonder how on earth I was going to climb up there. It seemed like a daunting task for someone like me. But before I could worry for too long, Blaze lifted me up in a bridal style and placed me in my seat. With a caring gesture, he stretched the seatbelt over me and clicked it securely into place.

"Thank you, Blaze. You amaze me, and I appreciate it. I was just pondering how on earth I was going to climb up into this truck?"

We both chuckle. "I've got you, beautiful. I'll never leave you stranded." He shuts the door and makes his way to the driver's side of the truck.

Blaze and I made a quick stop at his house before breakfast so he could change into fresh clothes. The meal turned out to be incredible; it was only then that I realized how hungry I was as I devoured mouthfuls of eggs. Amidst our feast, we discussed the dream we had both experienced and learned more about each other. It was astonishing to discover just how much we have in common.

I am grateful to have him in my life, during the holiday season, right before Christmas. Throughout my life, I have always been single during most holidays, and Valentine's Day has always been challenging. Witnessing couples kissing and exchanging gifts has always been a painful reminder of my solitude. However, for Blaze and me, it was love at first sight, from the moment we dreamed of each other to the very first time we met. I am determined to do everything in my power to ensure his happiness, and I await the opportunity to spend the rest of my life with him.