With a weak smile, Amara delicately placed a hand on Ruby’s muscular arm. “I don’t know if this will be enough, Ruby…”

Ruby swallowed nervously. “Is it true what they say? Can you recover from injuries just by having sex?”

Amara moved her hand to Ruby’s face, then nodded slowly.

Strong, steady hands slowly moved to Amara’s exposed waist. “I wouldn’t be a very good nurse if I didn’t do everything in my power to ensure a speedy recovery. It might be best if… if we…”

With Ruby’s intentions painfully obvious, Amara pushed forward and kissed her. Ruby gasped in surprise as their lips met, but eagerly returned the gesture as her hands began tracing Amara’s curves. Her touch felt amazing, especially as Amara hadn’t been with a woman in far too long. Ever since the invasion, Tessa had been too preoccupied with the other students for the two of them to fuck, and Amara had been relying completely on Nick to keep herself fed.

She also couldn’t deny the thrill of literally being the woman of Ruby’s dreams. She took a deep breath of satisfaction as they kissed, the scent of arousal already taking the edge off her hunger.

Amara broke off their kiss, sitting up as she began exploring Ruby’s body. She pushed under her clothes, eagerly exploring the muscled body being so eagerly presented to her. Ruby’s back was just as muscular as her arms, and when her tank top came off, Amara smirked with delight as she saw Ruby’s impeccable six pack. She traced her fingers down Ruby’s muscles, then looked up into her eyes and kissed her again.

The smell of arousal was only growing stronger, and Amara decided she was tired of waiting. She sat up completely in front of Ruby, then used her hands to silently ask her to turn around. Now facing away, Ruby leaned back into Amara, who eagerly took the opportunity to unbutton Ruby’s pants.

After eagerly running her hands down Ruby’s muscled stomach one last time, she reached into her pants, her fingers gently touching Ruby’s sex. Her clit was already pulsing with desire, and her entire body shuddered with pleasure as Amara gently massaged it. Amara continued testing the waters, moving her hand further down while carefully reading Ruby’s aura. Her fingers circled Ruby’s entrance, which was already dripping with anticipation, yet the motion didn’t seem to elicit the same response as Amara’s earlier touch.

Amara changed plans, moving her fingers back to Ruby’s clit. Her other arm reached across Ruby’s chest, beginning to massage her breasts over her sports bra. Frustrated by the fabric, but not wanting to stop the fun, Amara simply took hold of the dream and made the bra vanish on its own.

Ruby’s breasts were on the smaller side, but she had adorably cute nipples. Amara eagerly returned to massaging Ruby’s chest, slowly circling her fingers closer to Ruby’s nipples before softly pinching them. Ruby gasped and her back arched, bringing her even closer to Amara. She grabbed Amara’s thighs for support, then her hands traveled further back before squeezing Amara’s ass.

“Fuck… Amara, this feels amazing,” Ruby whispered.

“I want—no, I need you to cum, Ruby,” Amara whispered back. She began rubbing Ruby’s clit faster, and found that Ruby was already on the verge of cumming. Amara wondered if arousal felt different for humans as they dreamed, or if the specific cocktail of this impromptu hot nurse roleplay was simply pressing all of Ruby’s buttons. The answer hardly mattered, and by the time another minute had passed, Ruby’s entire body tensed with pleasure. She squeezed Amara hard, pulling their bodies together, and Amara happily fed on Ruby’s orgasm as they held each other.

Ruby continued cumming for an impressively long time. Feeding on her was absolutely delightful, and it reminded Amara how thrilling it was to take on new partners.

Eventually, Ruby began to calm down. She breathed heavily as her orgasm faded away, and once she’d regained control of her body, she quickly turned to Amara and passionately kissed her. Their tongues met, and Amara felt Ruby’s hands begin to further explore her body. Ruby caressed her shoulders, her waist, eventually inching closer to her breasts as she sought to return the favor.

Amara, however, had other plans. Her hunger mostly sated, Amara was eager to further explore the Dreamscape. Ruby certainly seemed excited to return the favor, however, which gave Amara an idea.

She dug her presence into Ruby’s dream once more, this time creating a duplicate of herself. She instructed the dream to keep this second body invisible from Ruby, and as she felt Ruby push her onto her back, she switched places with her duplicate. She now watched from above as Ruby crawled between Dream Amara’s legs, biting and licking her way closer to the faux demon’s clit.

Fuck, that’s hot. Definitely something to play with later.

Satisfied with her performance, Amara turned and flew higher in Ruby’s dream. The sounds of Dream Amara’s pleasure grew more and more distant as Amara climbed, and soon she’d found the edges of Ruby’s dream. Just like when she had first entered, she began pushing through thick, reddish-orange swirls, and seconds later she found herself floating in the Dreamscape once more.

Amara let loose a hearty laugh as she took off, picking a random direction. It wasn’t long before she found another dream, and she entered it just as easily as she had entered Ruby’s dream.

This dream was much more confusing, and appeared to be a random student playing ping-pong with a rotating cast of B-Tier TV actors. Amara only spent a few minutes here before deciding to move on. The next dream was Naomi’s, and she appeared to be meeting an undercover informant for dirt on a corrupt politician. For some reason, the entire dream was black and white, like Amara had stepped into an old noir thriller.

Amara wasn’t sure how long she spent bouncing from dream to dream, but the longer she explored the Dreamscape, the more comfortable she felt navigating it. She began to develop a feel for the dreams, able to tell when a dream was particularly vivid rather than quick and fleeting.

It was quite surprising, then, when she found a dream that seemed exceptionally powerful. Not only did this particular dream take up more space in the Dreamscape, but Amara actually had a bit of trouble entering it.

Pushing through the strange, swirling matter eventually deposited Amara in a thick forest. There were impossibly large trees in every direction, and thousands of vibrant, multi-colored flowers covered the ground. Curious about the strangely resilient nature of this dream, Amara quickly masked her own presence before she started exploring the forest. She heard voices from further in, and after several minutes of navigating around the massive trees, she found a cozy clearing lit by several dozen bioluminescent plants.

Two figures were here, cuddled together while lying in a large hammock. Both were slightly older women, and they held hands as they talked with each other. The taller girl, the one lying on her back, had long brown hair and wore loose, flowing garments. Underneath the clothing, Amara saw intricate patterns of runic tattoos decorating her body, their design strikingly similar to Tessa’s.

In this woman’s arms was a slightly smaller woman with warm, dark skin and thick black hair that had been fashioned into a series of tight braids, each ending in a decorative silver cuff. This woman also wore thinner, flowing garments, and Amara saw equally intricate runic tattoos on her as well.

That was when Amara finally pieced it together; these were two of the Coven Heads that she’d seen earlier. The same two whose auras had been mixed in unrecognizable ways.

“—I just hate the way she assumes—Liz? Everything alright?” the smaller woman asked.

The brunette had lifted her head and was looking around the clearing. “I’m… not sure. I thought I felt something, but it’s all quiet now.”

“You worry too much, love. The only other witch with a connection to the Dreamscape is staying at a hotel halfway across town. Besides, they all know better than to wander into random dreams.”

“We’re also sleeping above the largest Planar Convergence in the country, Palesa. Forgive me if I’m feeling a little jumpy.”

The two women pulled each other close and kissed before cuddling up once more. They stayed silent for the next few minutes, seemingly content to just enjoy each other’s company. Amara took great care not to further disrupt the dream, just in case this witch proved to be powerful enough to see her.

“What if we just told her? She’s distracted with her little project, she wouldn’t have the energy to get properly mad at us.”

“We also run the risk of her not having the energy to temper her wrath. If either of us lose our positions, you know what’s at risk. God forbid we both end up leaving; she’s probably already got our replacements picked out.”

“Ugh, I know, I know,” Palesa muttered. “I wish Tessa had done a better job of keeping this quiet.”

“It’s a miracle she managed as much as she did. She fought off not only a mad cult, but a full-scale incursion? I could never have managed such a feat at her age,” Liz said, kissing Palesa’s forehead softly.

“Sometimes I wonder if you’re too sweet on her,” Palesa said. “Though I can’t deny that you were right. She’s got real potential, but Cassandra is too proud to admit she was wrong.”

Amara was enraptured by this conversation, and kept listening as long as she could. Unfortunately, as soon as Palesa brought up Cassandra, the conversation shifted into more mundane topics. They began to talk about other students, other Covens, and none of it sounded particularly relevant or interesting.

In the end, they spent a shockingly long amount of time just peacefully napping in each other’s arms. When it became clear that there was nothing else to see, Amara quietly backed out of the clearing, doing her best to stay silent as she removed herself from the dream. Eavesdropping on them had taken much longer than she’d intended, and her excitement at exploring the Dreamscape had finally abated somewhat.

She decided it was time to return home, and tried to retrace her steps. The whole time she traveled, she kept her thoughts fixed on the bed she’d manifested when she first appeared in the Dreamscape.

Eventually, she found a space that felt familiar, but there was no bed in sight. Instead, she found another splotch of color. Had she fallen asleep?

She pushed into the dream, then confirmed that to be the case. Her dream was incredibly flimsy, and stranger still, she appeared to be dreaming of her own room. In fact, had she not just spent the night exploring the Dreamscape, she would have been tempted to believe that she wasn’t dreaming at all.

Maybe it’s not technically a dream? If I’m not with my body, could it possibly just… I dunno, manifest a bridge between the real world and the Dreamscape? Fuck, I wish Mom were here.

Amara joined with her body again, closing her eyes to mimic the exact state of her body. She felt as if she were both falling asleep and waking up, but she didn’t bother trying to ascertain what exactly was happening. As long as she woke up in the morning, everything would make sense then, right?

She’d only just settled when an ear-piercing scream rang out. Her ears felt ready to burst, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Chloé kneeling on the floor in front of her. She was clutching her head in pain, and Amara immediately jumped off her bed to try and help. She sprang closer, reaching out in desperation, when Chloé vanished just as suddenly as she’d appeared.

Amara froze, completely stunned as she tried to wrap her head around what she’d just seen. Her room was deathly quiet once more, and Amara stared at the floor in shock. Had she been dreaming or not?