Seamus opened his eyes slowly as the light caught his irises, forcing him to blink until the blur faded.

For a heartbeat he lay still, the world too bright, too soft. But then the view before him came into focus and he jolted upright instinctively.

A gentle hand pressed against his chest, pushing him back down. His head rested on something warm and firm, a lap.

"Are you okay, Seamus?"

Her voice filled his ears like a forgotten melody. He froze, not daring to move, terrified that if he blinked she might vanish.

"Viviane…" His throat tightened. "Is it really you?"

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief. The golden eyes staring back at him were the same as he remembered: bright, unyielding, full of sunlight.

Her long red hair brushed against his chin, silken strands warm against his skin. This felt real. Too real for a dream.

His fingers trembled as they reached up to her cheek. She closed her eyes at his touch, and the world tilted.

"You never come to my dreams…" he whispered, the words swallowed by the wind.

Viviane tilted her head, confusion flickering across her face.

"Yeah? Why would you ask that?"

Her smile flickered wider, teasing, dimples deepening the way they always had.

"Is there another Viviane in your life?"

"I don't know…" He laughed weakly, bitter. "Maybe because you're dead?"

The clearing around them was bright and warm. They sat beneath a canopy of old trees, the sunlight breaking into soft rays across the grass.

Wildflowers dotted the earth nearby. He knew this place. It was the same grove where he had laid Viviane's body in a glass casket.

Was this a dream? Something sent by Isolde?

The system should have warned him and why would she send him this?

He always dreamt of Viviane after sleeping with Isolde as she deliberately made that dream as a rope in his neck, suffocating him, controlling him, making him helpless as that was the only way he could meet her.

In those dreams they lived quiet, impossible lives together: gardens, soft mornings, normal conversations.

He missed her so much that he endured Isolde's presence just to see Viviane's face again.

Those dreams had been his only refuge.

But now… he couldn't even remember the last time it had happened.

"Seamus, what do you mean I'm dead?"

Viviane's voice sharpened, hurt glinting in her eyes.

"Do you want to live forever with my mother so badly you've started dreaming I'm gone?"

The mention of her mother twisted her expression further, her face contorting with anger. It was really her—he could feel it—but his mind rejected the possibility.

"No… it's not like that." He looked at her, pleading. "But you are dead, Viviane. You died right in front of me."

She exhaled sharply. "Ah, that dream again."

Her tone softened but her gaze hardened. "Should I prove to you I'm still alive?"

"How would you even do that?" He gave a hollow chuckle.

"Your mother controls dreams. Everything she makes feels real. How am I supposed to tell the difference?"

Viviane's lips curved into a challenging smile. Without breaking eye contact, she began unbuttoning her dress slowly, deliberately, revealing the pale lace of her bra beneath.

"Then let's have sex." Her voice was calm, almost mocking.

"You wouldn't mind, would you? Having sex out here, in the open? I mean…" She leaned closer, golden eyes glinting.

"It's all just a dream to you, right?"

Viviane kissed him gently, her lips soft yet deliberate as she sucked and bit at his lower lip. Seamus savored every second, tasting her again after what felt like a lifetime. Her flavor hadn't changed, it was still sweet and sharp, like a white wine.

When she opened her mouth, his tongue slipped inside, tracing along her long canines, tasting the warmth of her ripe lips as their saliva mingled in fevered rhythm.

"Hhhh…"

Viviane moaned softly when his hand rose to her breast, kneading it gently, his thumb brushing over her hardened nipple.

Their position shifted naturally; Seamus lifted himself slightly, taking control of the kiss, pressing her shoulder back against the rough bark.

The sound of her breath hitched as his hands moved lower, tugging the straps of her simple white dress and peeling away her bra.

"Viviane…" he whispered, his voice almost reverent, as though confirming it was really her.

"Yes," she breathed out, her lips trembling into a small smile. "Touch me more, Seamus."

Her flushed face, framed by her crimson hair, was utterly captivating. His mouth lowered to her breast, biting lightly on the hard nipple while his other hand pinched and teased the other, pulling it between his fingers until she moaned, high and beautiful.

"Ahh… Seamus~"

Her fingers tangled in his hair, gripping tight before she suddenly pushed him back, her lips curling into a mischievous smile.

"Why don't you let me satisfy you this time? Shouldn't I be the one proving my existence?"

He let out a quiet laugh, breathless and charmed. Honestly, he didn't care if this was just a dream. All he wanted was to see her, touch her, hear her laugh again. That was enough.

"Now," she murmured, tracing his chest with a teasing finger, "you should be the one leaning here."

She pushed him gently until his back met the tree. Her mouth followed her hands as she undid his shirt buttons one by one, licking the lines of his abs with deliberate slowness, her eyes never leaving his. That gaze alone was a challenge.

Then she went lower, biting the zipper of his trousers and tugging it down, freeing his cock completely. His breath caught when her tongue brushed against him.

"Oh wow," she said with a teasing smirk, "someone's excited."

"I'm always excited to see what you'll do next," he replied, voice rougher now.

Viviane's grin widened into something sinful. "You womanizer," she whispered playfully, shaking her head.

"Let's see if you can still talk like that once I make you gasp and moan for me."

Her fingers wrapped around his thick base firmly, before she dragged her tongue from the bottom to the tip, coating his length with warm saliva until every vein pulsed under her touch.

She circled the head slowly, dipping her tongue beneath the foreskin, earning a deep groan from him.

"Viviane… hhh."

His hands tangled in her red hair as she smirked, her free hand sliding lower to gently squeeze his balls, making him jolt and his lashes flutter with pleasure.

She didn't stop there, her tongue wandered further, trailing down to his pubic bone as she inhaled his musky scent.

She licked along the base and rolled one of his balls between her lips, making him shudder.

"Fuck! You really—"

She didn't reply. Her golden eyes glinted with mischief as she nipped him lightly while massaging the other side with her hand.

His hiss deepened as his grip on her hair tightened. When a drop of pre-cum escaped, she was quick to lap it up, swallowing with a low hum that left nothing behind.

"You're so adorable like that, Seamus."

Her smirk widened as she opened her mouth and took him in, managing half his length before her lips stretched tight around him.

"Your face is even cuter when you choke a little," he said, voice rough and taunting.

"Especially when you lose your breath because of me."

He pressed her down, forcing her to take all of him. She gagged softly, spit spilling to the ground as she steadied herself. The tremor in her throat made him groan, the sound rough and low.

"Haahh… see? You're perfect."

Her cheeks flushed deep red, eyes hazy and wet as he guided her pace faster. The slick, obscene sounds filled the air, echoing in the quiet clearing.

"Fuck, your throat feels unreal," he grunted, feeling her muscles pulse and squeeze around him, the heat wrapping him so tightly it was almost like being inside her pussy.

Her tongue still moved beneath him, tracing his length even as she was forced to take him deeper.

"Damn, you're amazing, Viviane. You like this, don't you? Being used like that?"

She didn't answer, she didn't have to. Her eyes said everything.

The sight of his length disappearing down her throat, the bulge moving with every thrust, drove him over the edge.

With a few rough jerks, he spilled into her, his release deep and hot. She swallowed everything greedily, her throat tightening around him until he finally let her go.

Her breath came heavy, lips swollen, but face still smiling.

"Shall we go on? My pussy's already dripping."

Viviane braced herself on her hands, spreading her legs wide. The wet sheen of her arousal caught the light as she pulled her folds open with two fingers.

"Come on, Seamus. Fuck me."

He swallowed hard and leaned closer, but a strange noise echoed in his head, someone shouting, the words broken and distorted like a static-filled radio. A piercing ring followed, sharp and endless.

Viviane's hands suddenly gripped his head, her eyes burning red like liquid blood as she whispered in a low, commanding voice, "Focus on me, Seamus."

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