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Melinoë should have accounted for the inevitability. After all, dreams were a realm of their own, vast with mundane life, tormenting fears, and… unhindered desires. It would be peculiar not to stumble into one or the other. However, she hadn't expected one so soon into the meetings.
Just within sight of the mirror, the princess hesitated as moans drummed against her ears—her brother's moans. Not boisterous or copious, but fleeting and airy as if trying to remain quiet, stifled and ashamed. Shame was not something Melinoë attributed to her lone sibling, at least not based on their few conversations and stories from others. However, we are all want to differing things in private, she reasoned, even in the sanctity of sleep. And it should have been left at that.
Another meeting for another Titan defeat. There had been dozens now as there would be dozens more, no doubt, and she had become quite good at felling her grandfather. Surely, another night…to give him his privacy. He deserved as much.
Zagreus then gasped out a name and her heart and sane thoughts ceased.
"Melinoë…please…"
Her spell for home tingled on the tip of her tongue, yet she swallowed it as curiosity brushed down her neck. It grasped her, carrying her closer like a cat submitting to the grip of its scruff. Or so she imagined despite her own willingness driving the way.
Could it be true? Could he be dreaming of her? In this way? Or had she imagined it all in desperate wish for it to be so?
And peering into the mirror, Melinoë found hope atop him as a lust driven fiend.
There she was, or rather an apparition of herself, straddling Zagreus' thighs as right hand palmed his yearning and the ghostly left held his cheek. He chased after both, face turning to press lips onto her fingertips while hips bucked. Had his eyes not been closed, he would have spotted the true Melinoë staring, fixated on the scene before her. She knew not if it were a blessing or a curse.
Perhaps both.
Breath caught in her throat, she gawked as vigorous pumping slowed to methodical teasing, and Zagreus squirmed in equal measure of delight and distress. Inexperienced as the princess was, she was not so ignorant to such acts to know he was hanging by a thread. Completion was at hand, quite literally.
And she found herself resentful of her counterpart that she would enjoy it so closely.
Kindled feet stirred on the bed, kicking fruitlessly as chest heaved. Even from the distance, Melinoë caught the glistening on his skin. Again he gasped and groaned, pleading for mercy. How long had they played in this dream? How was he behaving through it in the waking world?
Such questions heated her shoulders and cheeks, amongst other things...
"Mel…" he whispered, brows knitting as eyes fluttered back, "You will have us caught at this rate."
"Let it be, then," the dream replied, lips in a tender smile, "I will not deny you nor us."
A long, generous stroke and Zagreus seized with back arched before he collapsed in frustration. He begged, "You deny me now…please…"
Dream Melinoë laughed. "Not for much longer. I promise, brother."
Once more, the devilry continued, testing Zagreus' patience and will by kiss and caress. Muscles taut, he bit back a cry almost losing all they had worked to gain. And it was plenty by evidence of trembling legs and head thrown back. The throes of pleasure were almost inconceivable and Melinoë longed to conceive them. Wield them as she did in the mirror.
To hold such power, to witness such beauty.
She would have it. "Give it all to me…"
"Give it all to me…Zagreus."
By death of Chronos she would yet taste of her brother's flesh.
And by warning of Chronos' return, her spell roused and demanded her retreat as Melinoë caught final glimpse of Zagreus, surrendering in absolution to passion and release by her might.