She knows it is time. She has been waiting all day and is secretly thrilled to finally have his touch and his kiss, although she knows his kiss could be fatal. She is not afraid. Once again she thinks back to her last dream.
Slowly, she walks up the flight of stairs to her bedroom. It is where she knows he is waiting. She shivers slightly, as a cool breeze blows across the hallway from an open window. Her nipples are hard, and her pussy is wet, yet again. He has that effect on her.
In her dreams, she always sits nervously waiting for him. He comes for her at dusk, silent but deadly handsome. Long fingernails trail a path along one bare shoulder. She feels a cold breath on her tender neck and a rough tongue flicks back and forth. As if hypnotized by a cobra about to strike, she is enthralled and sits waiting for it.
She is cold, colder than before but she knows what she wants. His rough hands cup her soft breast. Holding her breath, she watches as he slowly slides a long nail along her soft pussy and makes a small cut that bleeds a tiny bead. He bends his head to lick the drop, savoring the taste of her blood and her sex. She shivers with the memory, her nipples once again hard and her pussy hot and slick.
Will he, will he bite tonight? Will he bestow his final kiss?
She shakes off the memory of her dream. Her pussy is now throbbing with desire. She wants to feel his hard cock force its way into her cunt. She knows it will be big, bigger than any she has encountered and her cunt quivers in anticipation. She can feel her sweet nectar seeping from her nether lips ready to be lapped up by his cold tongue and hungry mouth.
As she walks into her bedroom, she notices that there is a white nightgown on her bed. She decides not to put it on and she looks around to see if anyone is there, but she realizes that she is still alone. Slowly she removes her jeans and pulls off her sweater leaving just her bra and panties on. She slides a finger into her wet cunt and moans with pleasure and then cups her breast in anticipation of his fingers replacing hers. She then lies down on the soft quilt and begins to once again finger her clit, sliding her fingers back and forth across the hard bud. Moaning aloud, she envisions his fingers and his lips pressed against her clit. She spreads her legs further imagining his hard cock replacing her fingers.
Suddenly without warning, she feels rather than sees him. There is an immense weight across her body and a coldness envelopes her. Death is huge, his long dark hair falling across his wide shoulders, and strong muscular arms reach for her. She is frightened by the intensity of his gaze, seeing for the first time the coldness in his black eyes. She then feels his hand groping her breast and with one swipe the bra is gone, ripped from her body. Another moment goes by and then her panties are ripped away. She feels his finger slide across her pussy, rubbing her clit and without any encouragement she lifts her hips up to meet his rough caress. Ripples of pleasure coursed through her body as he continued to stroke her wet cunt.
He kneels before her, his throbbing cock dark purple and immense, jutting out from his groin. The head of his cock is bulbous and slick with anticipatory ooze. Her female musk encourages him; the glistening sight of labia splitting open to receive him and the liquid sounds of her whimpering drives him mad with animal lust.
