Alex couldn't help but cock his head at how strange, yet predictable the dream was. It was no surprise that he was an object of Tiff's desire, but here...He was her slave, her God, and her Master of her Heart? How was someone all these things to one person? A slave meant bing beneath them, but a Master meant being above, as did God, didn't?
Still, he found their soft love making wonderful, and beautiful.
This wonderful moment ended as Tiff's new Master appeared, and killed the dream version of himself and sending him crashing on the bed, Tiff crying and screaming. "Tiff! Tiff, it's okay. I'm here, I've got you...I'll always be there for you," he said, trying to comfort and embrace the dark elf, lovingly.
Tiff cried softly and hugged her master as a frightened child would hug their parent. "Please dont leave...please Master..." She cried into his chest, sobbing sadly and shaking in fear. She seemed so different and yet so the same in her dream. In her dream, she spoke in full sentences, like she did before she was broken...and yet here she was just Tiff, who spoke about herself in the third person and cut her sentences up into short, cute phrases. "Tiff is sorry master.." She said softly as she calmed down. "Tiff is very tired...Tiff keeps waking up..." She moaned softly, clearly sad that she could not find any good sleep.
Alex held Tiff and tried to counsel her. "Tiff, it's okay. I'm here, Tiff...I've got you," he promised. "Don't worry about me, Tiff. Why don't you try going to sleep again, and I will try to help you sleep," he offered, kissing her forehead.
Tiff nodded tearfully and began to fall back into sleep...and began to have the same dream. If nothing happened, then it would also have the same conclusion, and thus Tiff's sleepless nights were explained, she was having perpetual nightmares.
Alex stared at Tiff as she fell asleep, and he placed both hands on her head. He reentered her dream once more, and he saw as she climbed into her bed with his dream counterpart. He moved back as his dream counterpart began to undress himself. He saws Arkurus's form come out of the blood and attempt decapitate his counterpart.
Right at the last second, a beam of light, of truth, pierced the swordsman, and he screamed in pain. He were merely a fake, an illusion. He was nowhere near as powerful as the real thing.
"Tiff..." the two counterparts of said. "No matter who your Master is, no matter where you are, no matter what. I will always love you," they smiled, and whether Tiff could hear both, only the real thing, or the fake was to be seen.
Tiff could hear it only from her dream Alex, and embraced him whole heatedly and lovingly. "I know that you love me my precious one." She whispered, tears still coming out of her eyes for a few moments more as she confided in him all her fear. "But you will always be the master of my heart, no matter who becomes my next matron. Life without you is as life without god. Pointless, saddening and, painful."
She kissed Alex and they began to make love once more, Alex doing as he would normally do, giving her great pleasure before she gave him great pleasure, but there was one distinct difference. Neither his dream self, nor Tiff, ordered or instruct the other even once. They were so perfectly aligned that they both knew when to please and when to be pleased and how.
And as Alex watched the dream he would notice a difference in Tiff, and a realization. Tiff, as she was in the dream, was the exact same Tiff he had captured and bought, She was still a warrior, still a free darkelf doing missions, but when she entered this room she lost her hard and hateful shell and melted almost entirely into the Tiff Alex knows and loves. This could only really mean one thing. The Tiff who was sleeping next to Alex was not broken at all. She was in fact still almost completely wild.
The reason she acted like a slave was because that was her inner nature. All Alex had done was force off her tough shell and show her true inner Tiff. On the outside she was a Drow killer, but on the inside she was a timid, frightened and lovable little girl with no one to love. The very thought of this being true was quite daunting since the techniques that he and Lillia used would have broken a normal dark elf. Tiff was stronger than he originally thought.
In any case, now he sees what would have happened if he had made her fall in love with him instead of simply blasting away the top layer of her personality. Tiff's dream was intimate and loving. If only Tiff's dream lasted long enough to show him how they lived, but it would not last that long. So he could only sit and watch and make what he could out of what he had.
Alex smiled, finding it adorable how Tiff was so soft and adorable under her warrior shell. He watched the dream as Tiff played with his counterpart. If any form of her nightmares appeared in an attempt to ruin her happiness, he would deal with them accordingly.
He continued to protect and help her for as long as the dream lasted, his dick hardening as he watched the two make love, but he held himself back, though still confused the role he played here.
He waited until Tiff began to awake, staying to protect her from any evil.
Tiff awoke near the end of the hour with a very very relaxed yawn and stretched that she just made her look beautiful. She looked like she had slept five hours and not just one, his dream protection really worked. She smiled and snuggled up against tenderly, loving her master with all her hurt. She didnt want the moment to end, but it would be long before Arkurus came seeking her.
((With all her hurt, Silver? ))
Alex smiled and he kissed her head and rubbed his erection against her slit. "Did you have a good dream, Tiff?" he asked, kissing her nose, and then her lips. He was hard, and rather lustful after watching Tiff enjoy herself with his doppelganger. "You know you have to leave me soon....Why don't we enjoy ourselves before you-know-who comes around?"
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Tiff blushed and moaned as she felt her master. "I dont know master...I can never remember my dreams...but I slept really well!" She said cutely. She then blushed and looked slightly frightened. "I...I...whatever your wish master." She said softly, afraid of displeasing Arkurus but also not wanting to deny her master what was his.