The heat of her breasts aroused him.The heat of her breasts aroused him. He caressed them like a lover, and presently the girl grew calm, her dreams chased away and replaced with deaden sleep. And something else: A longing. She was aware of his presence, in the depths of her slumber. He slipped into her consciousness easily enough, his hands pulling the flimsy gown from her body. She inhaled sharply, her breasts rising, then sighed. As he watched, her hands went to her swollen nipples and caressed them. In her mind's eye, she saw him as a magnificient warrior in glittering armor and burgundy robes. She cried out her need to him: Oh, to bask in your gaze, to die in your arms... The girl's eyes opened and she opened her mouth as if to speak. There was no need of it; he heard her call out just as clearly as if she had sung. She placed one hand on her breast and held out the other to him. He looked down at his erect, throbbing member, then down at the girl. It was time. He knelt beside her and put his lips against her soft, pulsing neck. His cold breath excited her, and she rubbed her thighs together. Then he bared his teeth, those terrible fangs, and sunk them into the soft, inviting flesh. |