Amber's delicate fingers turned one aged page onto the next, her hazel eyes scanning over the black markings for anything legible. Outside her dorm, fresh snow continued pilling upon itself, covering the midnight landscape in a sheet of white. Not a sound could be heard, save for the ancient pages of the forgotten tomb within Amber's grasp flipping back and forth.
It was her first year away at university, and the majority of the student body had already retreated back to the familiar comforts of their families. Amber wasn't quite what one would consider a shut-in, but she was also a far cry from being any type of social butterfly. In fact, she recently favored to spend her free moments researching mysticism and the ancient arts than pursuing any kind of new relationships, romantic or otherwise.
The night was exactly as Amber desired: confined to her candlelit dorm - her four walls keeping the frigid night air at bay - with an old spell book in her midst.
Most of what she laid her eyes upon made absolutely no sense to her English vocabulary as Amber worked patiently to find anything within the pages that would enlighten her budding curiosity in the dark arts. The book seemed to chronicle only knowledge long past, transcribed in a language just as ancient.
Finally, to her delight, a single word jumped out from the page: "LUST"
The word itself made Amber's heart flutter gently, her thoughts now teetering between focusing on her book and plunging into sexual depravity. She was no virgin, but Amber hadn't known the touch of a man - or woman, for that matter - since leaving her home town behind her. Since arriving at university, just like many girls her age, her sexual imagination had grown rapidly thanks to many nights alone with unrestricted Internet access.
Strait sex, gay sex, bondage, group-sex - with the help of her fingers and unlimited pornography at her disposal, Amber had long since lost her sensitivity for watching most things considered "sexually taboo". Yet, she never dared to stray far enough out of her comfort zone to ever personally experience the things she watched in secret.
Amber found herself with a mighty dilemma: continue scanning the old book in her grasp and see if she could make sense of it, or curl up into bed with her tablet and let her fingers go to town.
Almost instantly, mental images of girls her age having their orifices filled by thick, bulging shafts began to penetrate their way into her once-collected mind.
Lust crept into her.
As she began to image herself spit-roasted, one cock buried deep down her throat while another had its way with her virgin asshole, the unreadable text before her eyes almost seemed to give off the faintest glow.
Plunging herself deeper into sexual fantasies, she found her lips quietly mouthing something within the dim light of her abandoned dorm room. The words were something unfamiliar to Amber, but she continued to speak them in a whisper - unknowingly - as her fingers snaked between her spreading thighs, grazing the outside of the shorts covering her warm sex.
The letters on the page seemed to twist and contort into various shapes now, her voice growing in the darkness as the snow continued to pour down just outside the window. They were forming shapes, some familiar and some foreign.
And then Amber began to see a figure take shape: something almost human, something overwhelmingly sexual...
"Lust!" Amber suddenly exclaimed, her voice echoing off the silent, cold walls inside of the room.
She now found herself alone and startled, her eyes heavy as if she'd just woken from a deep slumber.
The invasive sexual images left Amber's mind and she quickly closed the heavy tomb with a audible *THUD*.
Standing up into the quiet of her room, Amber's small frame trembled as she glanced to all four corners of her tidy dorm room, scanning for any lurking danger.
She wasn't able to pinpoint exactly what it, but the world now felt awry.
Amber quickly put out her candles, shelved the old book and crawled underneath the welcoming sheets of her full size bed. For several moments she lay there, wide-eyed and peering through the darkness.
Some dreadful feeling hung over the air - Amber sensed it all too well.
"No more mysticism for me," she thought to herself, trying to shake the fright clinging to her bones.
It would take nearly a half hour before she could drift off to sleep, the back of her mind still not quite settled as her waking consciousness slipped off into the dark, cold night.
* * *
Amber's dreams were a mess of incomprehensible images. Some were oddly familiar: the classroom of her literature class, the laughter of her few friends - others she found frightfully foreign.
In the dark reaches of her subconscious, Amber was flooded with the aroma of overturned soil; it was a smell from the country.
Withing the hazy mess, she could barely make out heavy trees surrounding her. Most were aged and twisted, and the undergrowth went unchecked as a bright, orange fire suddenly broke through the thick fog that hung over the unknown grove.
Immediately there were cloaked shapes all around, crouched around the wild blaze.
The hungry fire stretched upwards into the black, frigid air.
All the hoods turned to reveal sunken faces, each with contrasting, blackened eyes that locked onto Amber.
"Wake..." a voice whispered through the void, warm breath tickling her ear.
Amber felt a wave of panic wash over her as she realized the voice was something separate -
something real
.
Her hazel eyes shot open wide, desperately trying to scan through the suffocating midnight covering her dorm room. Several moments ticked by in silence - the only audible sounds were those of Amber's heart trying to escape from her chest.
Clouds rolled by and exposed the soft silver moonlight. The familiar walls of her room began to reveal their corners, dimly illuminated by the pale trickle easing through the window.
A soothing comfort began to take hold of Amber, her eyes returning to the still dark ceiling.
Then she went to scream without even processing why.
But instead of the blood-curdling cry her eardrums expected, Amber found terribly that she heard not the fainest sound - instead, she found the cold dorm was as still as the fallen snow outside her window.
Her lips had never moved.
Try as she might, the venerable young woman couldn't seem to make a single sound.
A vicious shiver was creeping through her thin body.
Before the scream, before the realization that
something
was keeping her silent, Amber had found herself staring strait into a pair of disembodied red pupils peering down from the darkness of the ceiling.
"I'm still dreaming," was all she could now think to herself.
"This has to be a dream".
Then the shape behind the eyes stirred, slowly revealing itself in the faint moonlight as it appeared to float down towards Amber.
Panic burst through her fragile mind.
In one motion, every muscle within Amber bolted up from the bed, only to be pulled back down hard onto the mattress. She could feel her wrists and ankles being restricted by an unseen force as it writhed against her skin, holding her tightly down.
The apparition continued levitating down toward Amber, drifting down through the still air, as her limbs fought against her bindings - despite her great effort, her struggle brought no escape.
Only Inches above her now, Amber could see the thing for what it was.
It had the shape of a gorgeous woman, completely stripped of clothing and covered in tan, exotic skin. The floating entity had a perfect bust, wide hips, plump lips... it looked like something out of one of Amber's sexual fantasies.
But then her terrified gaze made out the pair of twisted horns curving behind the creature's ears.
More frightening still were the thick black wings hiding just out of sight behind its back.
Amber found herself frozen in horror as the thing descended even closer, now nearly upon her.. A pungent fragrance became aware to her; it was quite pungent and very natural - dead flowers.
With a couple more inches, the thing finally rested its cold, succulent breasts against Amber's warm, pale, slender body. The young woman now realized there was no blanket or clothing between them - both her body and bed had been completely stripped.
The figure's black lips parted gracefully as its hushed words poured out, completely understandable to Amber:
"Before you is Leda... as Amber desired..."
Amber didn't understand what Leda was telling her, her limbs still doing all they could to fight against their unseen bonds.
"Lust..." Leda whispered out and within moments the warm, solitary word seemed to assault Amber's reality.
Perverted thoughts began pouring in from the edges of the young woman's senses. As they began to settle inside their new home, Amber was flooded once more with the perverted thoughts from earlier in the evening: the rough sex, penetration, and depravity. Heat gently resonated now from between her thighs as she found her head swimming through the sea of imaged pleasures. Just as a wetness formed between her legs, Amber could also feel them being meticulous forced open by whatever force controlled her ankles.
Leda then repeated itself, still hovering only inches above Amber's own body, as a cruel smile followed the entity's words: "Poor Amber, so eager to know your desire..."
