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“...Glorious Thighs-!”
“Wait. Are you belittling me or complimenting me now? Also why am I on her desk?”
“Yeah, why are you Adam?”
They both looked at Suzie confused before the skull faced man hissed at her to leave. She rushed out of the room so fast you’d think her life was actually in danger.
“Where is this you sniveling idiot?” Skeletor in his purple striped polo asked.
“Earth. My job and um my boss’s office.”
“Ah, so you want to be your master’s property? That is very fitting of the worm you are. Well that is something I can arrange.” The red eyes glinted.
“Um, no. Also is this me or you imagining this? And was your shirt always so tight?” Adam gulped.
Skeletor looked down at himself and smiled. Well smiled as well as a skull can.
“I don’t actually know. But you must like what you see, otherwise why am I still wearing it?” He clicked his jaw and barked out a ridiculous laugh.
That’s when Adam realized he had a part to play in these visions. Maybe he could control them?! And he blushed at his next immediate thought. Kinda hard not to when the blue man’s muscled pecs were highlighted by that too tight shirt.
Those haunting red eyes bore into him and with it came a deep rumbling growl. Whatever this place was somehow they could read each other’s thoughts. And ever the villain, the blue skeleton wasted no time in crowding the pink boy in and swiping everything off the desk behind him. Their desire was evident from how close they stood.
“I can see what’s in your mind, young Prince. And don’t you worry Daddy will provide!” He barked out a laugh before flipping the blushing blond.
Adam didn’t even bother to resist or deny any of it. He should’ve, Skeletor was a villain and destroyed his home and imprisoned his parents before leading him to kill his father. But all of this is just beyond messed up. The sword of power broke and now he was just little old Adam again. Powerless. And yet right now in this strange world nothing else mattered. Maybe they were both too touch starved to care.
The sound of a belt and something falling to the ground was deafening. It was then that Adam turned and saw that the office had an open window and he thanked whatever god out there that people were too busy to look in.
“Oh you would like that wouldn’t you?! A captive audience could be arranged.”
Just then everyone in the office was lined up and staring right at them through the window. Even the door was completely off its hinges. They were all smiling together like a creepy horror movie.
“Wait what no!”
The skeleton laughed and with his nails ripped the young man’s pants clean off.
“We won’t be needing those now will we?!” He left no time in grabbing the lovely peach in front of him. He was right when he said He-Man had glorious thighs but even in his de-powered state he was a site to behold. He had the loveliest bubble bottom that anyone had seen. Even the onlookers were taking pictures.
“Hey no! Stop! Don’t take pictures-!”
His voice was cut off with a loud smack and a pain that rippled through Adam. Tears swelled in his eyes. What the hell happened?!
“You insolent child! You thought you could defeat me and now here you are beneath me and ready to become my personal whore. Oh how strange the universe is.” He chuckled before he lined up his significant blue appendage and rammed it straight into the awaiting hole.
Adam screamed from the abrupt onslaught until his brain took over and he realized yes he felt full. But he was in no pain. How? Why? Skeletor was evil he wanted him to hurt didn’t he? Why else had he not been prepped?
“As you said this is but your imagination.” The skeleton smirked before he picked up his pace and the sound of wet meat slapping skin and the audiences “oohs and ahhs” were mingled. The feeling was strange at first but when the intrusive cock hit something inside of him Adam felt elation like never before.
Skeletor was far from unaffected as well. It had been an age since he had a tight virgin hole to please him. Let alone beautiful thighs and hips. Everyone he touched in reality also felt the poisonous darkness mar their skin. But not here. Here he could rip off the pink shirt and claw the long expanse of rippling muscles, before clamping his bony jaw on the pristine neck. A honeyed moan dripped from the blond, and the villain made up his mind then and there. He would keep his young prince in this state forever.
But nothing, not even in dream like states, did anything last forever. Both having been touch starved for so long they couldn’t last. After a particular hard thrust Adam came untouched all over his boss’s desk. It was all like a strange porno, he came like a fire hydrant and his eyes felt like they rolled back into his head. Skeletor wasn’t far behind. His picked up the pace and chased his release. His clawed raked the blond locks before he gripped and pulled. Adam half screamed and moaned and that was what had made the skeleton burst forth and flood Adam’s inner chamber.
It was a dream world, it wasn’t real. So why did it feel real? Why did they need to catch their breaths? Why did it feel for a brief moment they caught feelings too? Adam rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. Skeletor had sunk to the ground and both of them felt as if the wind had been knocked right out of them. They didn’t even notice the audience disappeared and yet they weren’t alone.
Evil-Lyn stood in the doorway in her usual attire with staff in hand and sneered. She was the only one that should feel her master’s affections. She didn’t want to share. She shouldn’t have to. With her purple staff aloft she enveloped Adam, clothed him, and threw him into the next dream.
“Evil-Lyn what do you think you’re doing!?”
“Stopping whatever this is before it becomes a bigger mistake.” And then she too disappeared and left Skeletor to think if she had been right. But how dare she decide what was right for him. He sneered and attempted to chase after Adam. But something blocked him.
Before Adam knew what was going on he landed on his bed in his apartment and Hussein was telling him how of course he was dying before the rent was due. Adam sat up and thought everything was a dream. Eternia. His friends. The sex....The sex!
He stood up so fast blood rushed out of him. “What did I do?!”
Evil-lyn stood in the doorway with an unamused expression on her. Just then a falcon flew into his room and turned into the sorceress of gray skull.
“It has been a long time Evil-Lyn. It is safe to say we share the same goal?”
“Right now, Witch!” She hissed.
“What’s going on?!” Adam looked between them.
“The power isn’t in the sword moron. It’s in you!” Evil-lyn barked out.
“What?!”
“She is correct. You are the vessel Adam. Not the sword.”
“But-?!”
“Go forth.”
Adam awoke from the many dreams and pulled the broken sword out of his chest. A golden light enveloped him and he was once more He-Man.
“What?!” Skeletor screeched.
“I’ll give you one last chance Skeletor. End this.”
Skeletor turned his back to him and the golden god had reached for his hand. And nothing. His darkness didn’t mar him like every other creature in Eternia. How? The villain gasped, he had prepared to spew vile words of how evil is in his nature. How there was no changing him. How he loved being a villain. But a stray doubt crept into him. How is it that the only person that could touch him was his enemy? If he could weep from the irony he would. He did what he could instead. A high pitched cackle echoed throughout the cavern.
He was momentarily lost. Oh how he wanted to be smothered by those glorious thighs and continue their dream in reality. Evil-Lyn was worried her master would listen to the Prince’s honeyed words and succumb. She too noticed how only he could be touched and a burst of jealousy encompassed her.
“Master!”
Her voice broke the Skeleton’s thoughts and he growled. It wasn’t in their cards for them to be together. They were forever meant to be on opposite sides. Maybe they will meet again in another dream. The fight began and before he knew it Skeletor was a mere skull and his last thought was of the dream.