Brittany snaps open her eyes in the darkness, panting as though she has finished a long-distance run. She lets her eyes adjust as she looks at the ceiling, even though she wants to do nothing more than look at her eyelids again. This always happens when she has this dream: It gets to the good part, only for her to be awakened with the feeling of her own juices soaking the hand between her legs. This was the feeling that one particular memory had on her, a feeling of uncontrollable lust and a yearning for shared power.

As she tends to do at this point, she turns onto her side to face the source of the memory, the man sleeping next to her, still sleeping deeply. She gets a good look at his nude physique, and she sees that, given what's between his own legs, he is having the same feelings that she just had. This causes her to chuckle silently before looking at his dark-haired face again, leaning in to kiss his lips as lightly as she can. She slowly leans back after she breaks it, smiling as she wonders if he still felt that.

"I hope you know how much I love you, you big lug," she says, smirking as she lightly spreads some of her cum on his erection and his barrel-chested torso before laying on her back again, closing her eyes with a smile on her face. She slowly drifts back to sleep, her legs wide open, awaiting what is sure to be a rough wakeup call.

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Freder opens his eyes about two hours later, groaning inwardly as his own dreams were rudely interrupted by the need to wake up. This always happens when he gets to the good part of his own memories as well, then he wakes up with a raging hard-on, always feeling the need to address it immediately. This time, as he is regaining his faculties, he notices that his chest and cock feel crusty. He knows that this usually means one thing: She had a similar memory, and she is willing to be railed in her sleep.

With a smile, he shifts to his side and looks at the blonde-haired face next to him. No matter how many times he has looked at her, he is always amazed that a face that looks so sweet could match his desire for power and his insatiable lust. Small wonder that she would have this effect on him. Of course, her ample bust and cute, little spare tire helped that matter a lot.

He continues to admire her body as he gets on top of her, keeping his legs open to maximize his throbbing length. Having done this countless times, he knows how to do this while gradually waking her. He lines up his cock with her pussy and spreads it lightly with his fingers. He slowly lowers his rod and bites his lip as he eased his tip into her, starting to thrust his hips as he sinks more of himself into her.

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Even on first contact, Brittany had to come out of a deep sleep as an involuntary moan escapes her lips. This was a more gradual awakening than the previous one, as she has trained herself to do when she feels his long, hard rod inside of her. This was part of her bratty side; she pretends to continue sleeping deeply while he starts thrusting his hips harder out of frustration for what he knows is her playing games. She loves it when he gets furious with her, and she knows that he loves the resistance she puts up. Maybe in a more normal situation, some would misconstrue this dynamic as him being abusive to her. However, these two being who and how they are, nothing about them can be construed as normal.

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"Brittany!" Freder growls as his cock is now inside of her up to its base. "I know you're awake, and I know you can hear me. I want you to-"

His frustration is interrupted by her arms wrapping around him and pulling him in for a deep kiss. She shoves her tongue in his mouth as she starts clawing at his back. She knew that she would never be able to draw blood out of him, since their hides were practically impenetrable by now. Still, that didn't mean that she couldn't have fun with him.

Not one to be outdone, he breaks the kiss on their lips, only for his face to dive at her neck, sucking on it and starting to bite it. He loved marking her as his, just as the marks on his back marks him as hers. Not that either of them thought that there was much competition; both of them could easily eliminate any of that.

They never keep track of how long they go at each other, as such matters are too trivial for them. This time was no exception; they just keep going until both of them feel like the other is on the verge of cumming. They look in each other's eyes as they simultaneously start squirting uncontrollably, untold amounts of his seed filling up her womb, an equally untold amount of her juices spilling all over his cock and pooling between her legs. As usual, it would be a while before they came down, the two joined together the whole time until he is in any condition to pull out of her.

"First meeting memory?" Freder asks her between pants.

"First meeting," Brittany replies.

"Same," he says. "It's amazing how much has changed since then."

"You're telling me," she says. "I never would have guessed we would be doing this back then."

"Oh, ye of little faith," he quips before kissing her.

"Or of dubious faith," she reminds him. "Those prophecies sounded too good to be true."

"As they were designed to be," he says. "You were supposed to be surprised."

"And I was," she says smirking, knowing that neither of them would have it or their gigantic stature any other way, even if it meant being miles under the surface and living in a bare cave.