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The Dream Trap	By : reddragon Category: Celebrities - Misc > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 10346 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Note: Due to the extensive number of characters and properties involved, please see the disclaimer at the top of chapter 1.

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The following story is a work of fiction, and is not intended to make the author money. I do not own the rights to or know Summer Glau, Tina Fey, Kirsten Dunst or Marilyn Monroe, referenced in this story. I do not own the rights to Castle, Dark Angel, Aliens, The Parent Trap, or Magic: The Gathering, each of whom properly belong to their creator and/or parent organization. Foe and Cal are mine, however. Kelk is Kelk’s. Any resemblance to another place, event, or person, living or dead, is mere coincidence caused by the evil schemes of Mary Sue. This disclaimer will be periodically updated as new characters and properties are introduced to the story.
It was still dark outside, but that wasn’t enough to keep the birds from chirping. I rolled over on my side, wrapping my pillow around my head to keep their trilling at bay, but it just wasn’t meant to be. Right on cue my morning hard on sprang into existence, pushing painfully against the mattress. I let out a sleepy groan of annoyance as I rolled over again onto my back, my thoughts too hazy with sleep to notice as something began to slither under the blankets next to me.
                Oooh, that feels nice,, I mentally sighed as I began to dream about a pair of soft lips sliding over the head of my cock. The mouth they led to was warm and inviting, my thick shaft sliding in and out as a firm hand began to stroke me with a master’s skill. A supple tongue massaged the head of my member, alternating between long, teasing strokes and short, tempting caresses that left me a quivering mess. I could feel the tension building in my sack as I neared release, my entire body shaking as I let out a warning gasp.
                My partner wasn’t through with me, however, and the expert grip shifted ever so slightly to apply an impossible pressure to the base of my cock. All thoughts of orgasm fled as she held me steady, her lips pulled back to the very tip of my crown, poised to spring into action should her efforts prove in vain. It didn’t prove necessary, however, as with one more body wracking surge of pleasure I sagged back into the pillows behind me, still loaded and ready to go. She let go even though I was still painfully hard, but I refused to open my eyes and abandon this dream until I had seen it all the way through to its inevitable conclusion.
                There was a rustling sound as the blankets began to move again, then a blast of cold air as they were pulled away from my skin. My penis was suddenly enveloped by a warm, slick paradise, a comfortable weight coming to rest on my hips as my phantom lover slid my full length into her tight cunt. The tips of her hair brushed across my skin as she began to roll her hips, the heat of her hands pressing down on my chest as she began to move with a slow, deliberate rhythm. She slowly covered my body with hers, hard little nipples dragging across mine as she ground against me. She gasped in my ear as her pussy tightened around my cock-
                I had heard her gasp as I felt her tighten around me!
                My eyes snapped open as that one sound managed to cut through the fog the strange combination of sleep and sex had wrapped around my brain. I found myself staring into the most gorgeous pair of golden brown eyes I had ever seen. Their owner giggled as she realized I was finally awake. She sat up slightly, her long brown hair cascading around our faces as she began to rock faster, having found that one perfect point to drive against me. “I’ve been waiting for you to wake up,” she moaned, but all I could do was stare in shock.
                Holy shit!
                Summer fucking Glau!
                Fucking Summer Glau!
                I was!
                Holy shit!
                I was balls deep in one of, if not the, hottest actresses in Hollywood. The only thing that kept me from blowing my load right then and there was the fact that I was too frozen by shock. If I had known better, if I could have taken it all back and started from the beginning, then I would have acted all cool and sophisticated. Instead I blurted out, “What the hell?!”
                She didn’t miss a beat. “What’s wrong?” she asked with a playful little pout. “I thought you liked it when I played Alarm Clock?”
                “I-, I-,” I shut up and kissed her, my hand sliding up the back of her neck to pull her into my embrace. She squealed in shock at my sudden rough handedness, but did nothing to protest as I slipped my tongue into her mouth. I might have surprised her, but I definitely didn’t disappoint, and she eagerly returned the favor. Our tongues wrestled back and forth as we each tried to get the upper hand. Neither one was willing to yield so much as an inch, however, leaving me entirely breathless when we finally broke apart.
                “You just caught me off guard,” I admitted, my chest heaving. The fact that Summer Glau, of all people, was in my bed (or was I in hers?) meant something very strange was going on. I was just a scrawny suburban kid from Ohio, not exactly the kind of person who seduces Hollywood’s finest. I didn’t want to let on that I knew something was wrong until I had more information to work with.
                Ok, that, and my cock was still buried deep in Summer Glau, which was not an experience I wanted over too soon. It might even have been a bit of a priority at that point.
                I bent my knees and sat up, pushing her backwards until we were both sitting up straight. The angle was a little weird at that point, forcing me about half out of her. Summer gasped, “Wha-?” as she suddenly found herself pinned between my legs and my chest. I wasn’t done, and used my newfound leverage to flip us over. She shrieked as we tumbled. Though her cry was cut off as I buried myself back in her, my cock going the deepest it had all morning. She had no time to recover before I began to move, my cock pumping in and out as if it were attached to some sort of piston. Summer’s legs locked together behind my back, her nails digging into my flesh as I fucked her mercilessly. Rational thought failed me as I lost myself in her, her panted cries of pleasure, the way her body burned against mine. All I could feel was her, the rest of the world gone in a blinding wave of ecstasy.
                Her breath began to come in quick, greedy gasps as her orgasm neared. I knew it wouldn’t be long when her pussy clenched tight, but for me it was already too late. My hips lunged forward, thrusting my penis as deep as it would go, crushing her clit against my body. Her body shook beneath mine as I erupted, one, two, three shots of hot, thick cum blasting into her as she screamed her release. Pure reflex caused me to reach up and try to stifle her shrieks, and it worked, sort of. She stopped screaming all right, but when her teeth sank into the web of flesh between my thumb and forefinger it caused me to scream instead.
                “Well, good morning,” she giggled after we took a moment to recover. Her smile was infectious, and I couldn’t help but return it with one of my own.
                “Good morning to you as well,” I replied, giving her a small kiss. “And thank you. That is one hell of a way to wake up!”
                “Glad you enjoyed it,” she said, rolling out of bed. I sat up a little better to watch her walk. Summer moved with a dancer’s grace, an impossible to hide legacy of her ballet training, and I couldn’t help but stare at the hypnotic sway of her ass. A pair of bathrobes, one night blue and the other sunshine yellow, lay pooled together on the floor, and as she bent over to retrieve one it exposed the swollen lips of her sex, still shiny wet from sex. She paused to glance back and giving me a knowing look, wiggling her ass playfully for my benefit.
                “Tease!” I mockingly scolded as she tossed the other bathrobe over my head.
                “I’m going to head downstairs and see if Mom has started breakfast,” she said as she wrapped herself in the yellow bathrobe. “If you didn’t wake her up with your screaming, that is.”
                “Mom?” I squeaked in surprise. Was I related to Summer? That would have put an entirely different spin on things, and I wasn’t sure if it was creepy, kinky, or some combination of the two.
                Summer tensed up, looking as hunted as a person who just discovered they’ve been blindly walking through an unmarked mine field. “I’m sorry. I just thought… I mean, the accident was several months ago, and I know it would mean a lot to my mom if you’d call her that as well…”
                “No, its ok!” I answered hastily. I’m adopted? My parents are dead? What sort of accident, and why don’t I remember it? “It’s not because of the accident. You just caught me off guard, you know? Between the sleep, the sex, and the show, it just threw me for a bit of a loop.”
                Summer raised an eye at my comment. “The show?”
                “What can I say, I love to watch you naked,” I answered, giving her my best lecherous leer. “Easily the best show in town.”
                “Flatterer,” she accused, climbing on to the bed like a hunting cat about to jump its prey. Her voice became husky as she said, “You know flattery will get you everywhere…including my bedroom tonight.” She kissed me, gently at first, then harder as her tongue began to search for mine. My cock began to harden almost immediately, but she ended it before it could go any further.
                “Go get washed up,” she ordered as she slipped back off the bed. “I’ll try to save you a seat at the table.”
                “Of course,” I answered, shaking my head as I stood up and slipped on my bathrobe. There was a bit of a spring in my step as I stepped out into the hall, and I didn’t even need to worry about stumbling around trying to find the bathroom. A door stood open at the end of the hallway, exposing a porcelain throne for all to see. I whistled as I turned on the shower and decided to take a peek in the mirror as the water got hot.
                Holy Hells, I’m ripped! My jaw dropped as I stared at my reflection. The face, the hair, it was all me – but the body they were sitting on top of looked like something out of a comic book. The scrawny kid from Ohio was gone, replaced by a body that would have made most male models drool with envy – and most female models just drool. I was surprisingly clean shaven, but that was the least confusing thing. This was not my body. Maybe if I spent a year or two working out constantly could I look this fine, but not just from waking up.
                I was beginning to wonder if I was still dreaming when the steam began to condense on the mirror. Drops of water began to pour together from the edges, forming a melon sized bubble that stubbornly refused to acknowledge gravity. The bubble shimmered silver for a moment, as if it had been injected with liquid mercury. It began to slowly collapse, the top sinking in as it expanded to a more oval shape, geometric perfection deforming as it began to take on a woman’s face. Color began to bleed through the silver, and I blinked in confusion as I found myself face to face with one pop culture’s most recognizable leading ladies.
                “Good morning,” she said, her voice as sweet and smooth as warm honey. “Welcome to your new life. Everyone here, myself included, exist only to serve your pleasures. Indulge your wildest fantasies and your basest desires. For this world is as you write it. May you walk ever in Her light.”
                I continued to stare, even as the face began to melt back into the mirror, returning to its original form as nothing more than common water droplets. What the hell was that? I wondered as I climbed into the shower. Do anything I wanted to anyone I wanted? An entire world to play with as my own? Where was all this coming from and why? My mind raced as it tried, and failed, to grapple with the questions it had no answers for. Two things kept nagging at my brain, insisting they were somehow relevant.
                Marilyn Monroe has been dead for decades. Why would I pick her?
                And who was Her, anyway?
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