Leonardo was in his room, anxiously waiting for the moment the dream would be implanted in Natalia.
He knew that once she fell asleep, the seeds of desire would begin to grow within her.
The system indicated that everything was ready, and he felt his confidence grow as he began to prepare for what was to come.
When Natalia finally fell asleep, the dream began to take shape. He had chosen something that would make her feel vulnerable, yet at the same time, craving more, a sensation difficult to ignore.
In the dream, she was in her house, alone, feeling a growing emptiness, an inexplicable need. It was late at night, and the atmosphere was silent, except for her breathing, which echoed in the air.
Suddenly, she sensed a presence. A man was there, at her door. It was someone who vaguely resembled Leonardo.
The man approached, and his touch was gentle, yet impossible to ignore. His fingers slid across her skin, and she was overcome by an enormous arousal.
Natalia wanted to protest, but her body betrayed her mind. Every touch, every movement, seemed natural, as if she had been waiting for it all along.
She tried to push him away, but the feeling of desire only intensified. Her lips were dry, and the heat in her body was undeniable. She wanted to scream, but she couldn't. The man touched her so firmly, and yet, the warmth of his presence made her desire more.
She could feel the tension building, her mind struggling between shame and the need for something she didn't understand. Desire was taking over, and she didn't know how to control it.
When the man touched her once more, she felt a wave of heat course through her body. The shiver on her skin made her feel divided.
"This isn't real," she thought, trying to convince herself that it was all just a nightmare, but the touch, his scent, the heat, everything felt so vivid.
It was impossible to pull away.
She woke up wet, breathing heavily. Her face was hot, and her thoughts were in turmoil.
"What was that?" she murmured, trying to comprehend what she had just experienced.
Her body still trembled slightly from the sensation of the touch. She looked around, confused, trying to remember the details of the dream. Everything seemed sharp, and yet, distant, as if it had been too real to be ignored.
It took a few minutes for her to return to reality, but the feeling of desire and discomfort persisted. There was something in her that was different, something had been stirred.
But what exactly? She didn't know, and that left her restless.
It was as if Leonardo's presence, even though he wasn't physically there, was haunting her thoughts. She tried to push the feeling away, but couldn't.
The night was still cool, but the temperature inside her mind seemed to have risen. She looked out the window, searching for something to calm her, but nothing seemed to alleviate the turmoil in her chest.
The dream, or nightmare, whatever it was, had left her with an emptiness she didn't know how to fill.
"It can't be real," she whispered to herself, but deep down, she knew something there was beginning to take root.
And as she lost herself in her own thoughts, Leonardo, who was watching the entire scene from his house, smiled.