Visions
Acheron x F! Reader
— Something from when I was in the beginning of Penacony story
— Transfem Acheron (Btw, happy pride!)
— MEN AND MINORS DNI
"Wandering like a lost puppy again." You muse, staring down at the woman on the lower west side of the corridor. "You can't keep going like this, Acheron."
"I uhm," she responded. "Do I... Wait. I remember you."
"I see that you do." You chuckle, slowly walking down. "Maybe you can tell me my name?"
Acheron looked at you as you walked to her. She was thinking to herself, eyes lost in her thoughts before your snap brought you back. She groaned under her breath, and this made you chuckle.
"It's not that serious." You said, slightly leaning closer. The woman before you was definitely taller; about six feet, looking like a dumb mutt putting on a brave face. You sighed before a smile tugged your lips. "But you remember my face."
"I do. I just..." Acheron looked at you, then away. "I'm not sure, but the way your skin feels... it's a lingering feeling."
You smirked. So she does remember your body, but not your name.
"Go on." You said, subtly tracing your hand from her shoulder down to her forearm. "What else, hm?"
"The..." she trailed off. "Hmm. Have we met?"
You nodded, looking at her with salacious eyes. You arched an eyebrow, prompting her to go further. All you could see was her eyebrows furrowing, mouth agape just a little.
All Acheron could see were visions from a past trip of hers in the dreamscape; labored breaths in a room where chaos ran rampant. An unlikely place to be intimate with anyone.
There you were, your face and upper body pressed against the table as Acheron deliciously took you from behind, the sounds of skin slapping against each other occupied the room alongside your whines and her grunts. Her cock was curved upwards, something you found difficult to cope up with when you gave her head earlier but now, it's pressing against your favourite spot, making your pussy clench.
You looked at Acheron, even when you struggled to. Her hair had turned white, but her ministrations were getting rougher and more precise. When she noticed you clenching up, she had roughly slapped your poor ass cheek before squeezing it.
"Open up." Acheron said— and then she went back to the present situation. You looked up at her, expecting something.
Acheron's breath was lightly heavy, as if remembering an intense scene.
"Galaxy Ranger." You called out, running a finger from her lip down the valley of her breasts. "What's gotten you so worked up, hm?"
Acheron cleared her throat, looking away. She hadn't realized until now that her shorts had gotten tighter. She cleared her throat again, before crossing her arms.
"Ready for another Dreamscape?"