Non-Canon Omake: Salem looks into Wilhelm's head. (Patreon)

Salem POV

“Run this by me again.”

“Right, so you made these Grimm that forces people to dream..” He held up one of my Nightmare Grimm. “I wanted to see what it was like.”

“….you are aware it is called a Nightmare Grimm?”

“Well, I figured you could tell it to be nice?”

That wasn’t….incorrect to assume. “You are aware that I would be able to invade your Dreams through the Grimm, yes?”

“I don’t mind.” He smiled warmly.

…foolish.

“So you have nothing to fear then?” I raised an eyebrow. “You have nothing you wish to hide from me that may come about through your subconscious desires?”

“Let’s be honest, you know exactly what you would see.”

I let out a sigh. “Why would I expect any different from you?”

Sometimes, I wish he truly did have some ulterior motive for me to discover. But no, these situations usually end with him either molesting my rear or showering me with affection.

Sometimes both.

“Very well.” I relented. “I admit I am somewhat curious myself.” I took the Nightmare Grimm into my hand.

“So how do we do this?” He asked, rubbing his hands together.

“Open your mouth, and say Ah.” I held the Grimm up.

“Uh….I’m suddenly having second thought –“

I smacked the Grimm against the side of his head and his eyes rolled back as he fell face first into the ground with my Grimm latched onto him.

I nudged him once to see if he was asleep.

My Nightmare Grimm works fast.

“That was for smacking my bottom this morning.” I snorted, nudging him again just in case. I was skeptical if he was truly sleeping now or he was faking. I lifted my dress up just enough to entice him, and he did not react whatsoever, thus I was confident that it worked.

Well, let us attempt this experiment.

I placed my hand upon my Nightmare Grimm and allowed my consciousness to invade his own.

Very quickly I discovered my surroundings change, I was in a white room with many different doors.

With no other thought, I moved towards the top most.

I pushed it open and I was soon assault with sounds I knew all too well.

“I really should not have expected any different.” I sighed, watching the dream version of him and myself have intercourse.

I turned my nose up and walked out of that ‘room’ back to the main hallway.

I went to the next door, opening it up, and once more, it was of Wilhelm and myself engaging in carnal activities. Particularly, in this instance, the variety that involved my behind.

I would not moan that pathetically.

Shaking my head, I left the room and went to the next one.

My expression didn’t even change to see myself and him engaging in the same activities. “Why are there multiple dreams of yours involving the same thing!” I resisted the urge to go over there and strangle his dream self. I only paused as I noticed a not-so-small discrepancy.

I am well aware of how the mind conjures many different dreams, and my Nightmare Grimm amplifies that, but this will get ridiculous very quickly if this is all I experience.

“And my bum is not that large!” I huffed in indignation. “And you are certainly not that large either!” It seems that boys lie about their sizes even in dreams. I shook my head but felt a strange sense of annoyance as I looked at my fake dream self he created.

My rear was really not that big…..was it?

I felt embarrassed as I looked around, even knowing that there was no one else here.

I walked up to the two of them engaging in such activities upon the bed and I positioned myself next to my dream self as she exaggeratedly enjoyed such a thing.

I lifted my dress up and compared myself to her.

Well, atleast I was not mistaken, thankfully –

I felt a quick sting upon my buttocks as my eyes widened. The Dream Wilhelm smacked my behind again!

I scowled, quickly leaving this room in a huff.

Stupid.

The Next room, more of the same.

The next room after that? Well atleast it was normal intercourse.

The next room……why was I sitting on his face?

The Same for the next.

The third, as well.

The fourth.

The Fifth.

I felt my embarrassment rising up and I had to resist the urge to pull myself out of his dream and hit him a few times.

One more door I opened and……okay I was tied up and held over a table. As far as proclivities go, I cannot say that I am against this sort of entertainment. However, I prefer the positions to be reversed.

…..I am thankful that at least it is not –

Nevermind, he pushed his face into my rear.

I knew that he had a one track mind, but why is his subconscious filled with nothing but these thoughts!?

I was about to return from this ‘trip’ to his subconscious dream state, but looking around, I realized that this corridor, this room went deeper.

And further down, the rooms changed somewhat. The doors were more decorated, more intricate.

Hmm, was I experiencing his surface desires and Dreams perhaps? That would explain the redundancy and consistency.

I swear to the Brother Gods, if this door is of me sitting on your face again, I will –

Pushing It open, I went silent.

He was on a knee infront of me, holding out a small box with a ring inside.

“Will you marry me?” He asked.

Before I realized what happened, I had already slammed the door shut and my breathing had picked up.

I felt my heart beating rapidly.

“Foolish, idiot, stupid!” I cursed angrily. I couldn’t help but snarl in annoyance. I was ready to push that door back open, but as soon as I grabbed the doorknob….I couldn’t find the strength to push it open again.

No…I would pretend I never saw that.

Next door, lets see what he hides further inside.

There was another ornate door not far away.

I pushed it open and…..flowers fell through the air. There were many faces I recognized all of his lovers and friends sitting together.

He stood there, dressed in black, at the end of the long carpet.

And I approached, in a wedding dress.

He looked at me with nothing but affection and happiness in his eyes.

I can’t….

I can’t watch that play out, it would….it would ruin me.

The way he looked at the fake me, I couldn’t bear to see it any longer and I retreated from that dream.

There was one more ornate in succession. After the first two, I understood they were intertwined.

I hesitated, I put my hand on it, but I dreaded what I would see. But I also knew that I would regret it if I did not look.

Forcing myself to calm down, I slowly pushed the door open.

There was nothing particularly noteworthy about this one. His dream self and my fake self stood upon the edge of the castle roof as we had done many times in the past.

The memories….they brought a small smile to my face that I allowed myself to indulge in since I was alone.

But why was this together with the others?

I walked closer to them and froze on the spot.

Dream Wilhelm put his hand on my fake self’s stomach.

Her very large and round stomach.

And I felt an ache in my heart.

I quickly turned around, leaving this room and exiting his dreamscape, returning to my own conscious body.

Without another thought, I pulled the Nightmare Grimm off of his head and nearly instantaneously, his eyes shot open and he was wide awake.

“Wow, that was trippy. I sort of felt it but at the same time, I was totally out of it. Almost like a lucid fever dream….” He shook his head, standing up. “Did you go inside my noggin?”

“I did.” I confirmed.

“Find anything fun?”

“You seem to have quite a few fantasies that involve me using your face as a seat.” I said dryly.

“You didn’t need to go into my head to find that out.” He grinned. “But nothing else?”

“No, nothing else. You are a very simple-minded person.” I rolled my eyes.

“That’s a shame.”

“Yes….a shame.”

“Are you okay?” He asked. “You’re not upset, are you?”

“Of course not.” I scoffed. “I am well aware that you cannot control what you dream of. And I suppose it is….flattering that your immediate dreams were so full of me.” I deadpanned. “There is nothing wrong.” I reiterated.

Without warning, he took hold of me, arms wrapped tightly around my body, my head pushed into his chest. “What do you think you’re doing?” I huffed in annoyance.

“Hugging you. I just had the urge to do it for some reason.” He hummed. “Do you want me to stop?”

“……you may continue.” For some reason, only when I was like this did the aching in my chest alleviate.

And that was the only reason I allowed him to continue until he was satisfied.