Luke pulled Alana close to his body, trapping her in his strong arms. Taking his hard, engorged dick he placed it at the entrance to her very sensitive pussy. She shuddered at the very thought of having him fuck her again; only this time, he wasn't going to stop. Writhing excitedly in his arms, she moaned as he plowed her breasts, kissing her neck intensely as his cock moved closer and closer to her pussy. She needed him inside her right now, and in her frustration she groaned.
"Fuck me baby, please ... I need to feel your hot cum deep inside me ..." Alana gasped, moaning as Luke focused on her neck, profusely licking every inch of skin.
"Ssh baby, just be quiet and enjoy yourself," Luke replied, and without any warning, he plunged his cock deep inside her. Alana wailed in both agony and ecstasy, feeling that familiar excitement rush through her again. She bounced up and down quickly in time with Luke's intense thrusts, surprised at how fiercely he was going ... and at how much she enjoyed it. But then, she felt a sharp pain in her neck, a pain which felt quite familiar. Looking around, she saw Luke, his face bowed to her neck and his teeth buried in the skin. Gasping again in pain, pleasure and surprise, she screamed softly as Luke pounded into her harder, so hard it was making her dizzy. Or is it because I'm losing blood? Alana thought groggily, as her head started to swim.
She felt her eyes start to close slowly and now, she knew she couldn't stop Luke if she dared to try ... not like she wanted to. In fact, worries such as if she was still on the pill or if he was wearing a condom became insignificant distractions; all now lost in this singular moment of pure, unadulterated bliss.
"Don't worry baby, we'll all take good care of you ..." Luke whispered in her ear, as he slid his tongue up her neck, licking away the few droplets of blood there. Then he slammed his cock mercilessly into her, making her whole body shudder with each powerful thrust. But his thrusts felt different...Luke felt different. And those words he just said filled Alana with a sense of deep foreboding. It was enough to momentarily bring her out of her blissful trance to look around at Luke. Only thing is he wasn't there. Instead, in his place was the man from her nightmare, who wanted to drink her blood. "I'm glad you decided not to run away, my feisty baby" he sneered, grinning wickedly "after all, I still need to suck you dry!" and then he revealed his unnaturally long fangs, before fiercely burying them in Alana's neck...
*
With a loud gasp, Alana sprung out of the covers. Panting heavily, she looked around wildly, expecting to see Luke's handsome face again, to feel his wonderful cock thrust into her again, his sharp teeth piercing her flesh. But alas, he wasn't here, nor was she naked. In fact, she was in her underwear. With a sigh, Alana fell back into her bed. It was just a dream, she thought sadly, wrapped within a nightmare... as an image of that man with the fangs popped into her mind; probably my subconscious telling me to relax and de-stress. But that's too bad... Alana thought as she curled up underneath the covers, it was enough to make me wish it was real... the erotic dream part; at least.
And as she lay there, she looked around at her surroundings slowly: Alana was back in her bedroom, as expected. She was horny; that was also expected, with the dream she just had. But what surprised her was exactly how horny she was: her nipples stood out proud and tall, pressing into the fabric of her bra as they ached to be touched, and a thin veil of sweat covered her body, making it glisten in the light. Alana also noticed a wet patch in her panties. Curious, she slid her hand underneath them to examine its "contents". To her surprise, her panties were damp; damper than she could ever remember. In fact, she could feel a little of her sweet juices trickling down her leg. Alana giggled naughtily: she was rarely, if ever, so horny. And now it was obvious that she underestimated just how much that dream turned her on. But as she giggled, she felt a dull throbbing of pain emanating from her head. Stopping her investigation immediately, Alana groaned in pain, bringing up her other hand to rub her head. Now I remember, she thought, I was being attacked by a bunch of freaks.
"But if that's true," Alana said out loud, "Then how did I get back here?" This was a good question, because she wasn't anywhere near home when she was attacked; if she was attacked. Maybe that also was part of the nightmare. She did sometimes have 2 dreams at once. And then the dull pounding that was her headache returned, forcing her to close her eyes as she tried to alleviate the pain. Great, she thought, now even thinking hurts...
So Alana lay there, focusing on getting rid of her headache, continuously rubbing her sore temples with her hand while wishing for it to go away. After a moment of doing this, the incessant throbbing finally started to recede. Determined, she continued to rub her forehead, wishing harder and harder for it to stop. The throbbing retreated fearfully, quickly escaping the area which she massaged, until finally, she felt no more pain. Smiling to herself, she mentally cheered for her triumph, glad to experience the unbridled pleasures of no headaches. In fact, getting rid of that headache was starting to feel a little too good, Alana thought quizzically, before a sigh escaped from between her lips.
Quite confused now, she looked around to see who made the noise, though she knew far too well who the culprit was. And then she moaned again as she felt another sharp pang of pleasure; followed by a distinct pulse, almost like a throb; emanating through her body. The only problem was; it wasn't coming from her head.
Casting away the blankets that covered her, Alana was visited with the sight of her other hand buried deep within the depths of her panties; its exact location quite obvious. With an innocent smile, Alana suddenly became enlightened at that moment to a particular fact: ever since the sudden headache, she hadn't taken her hand out of her panties.
Furthermore, it was probably this naughty little limb which contributed the most to getting rid of her headache. And now, those sly little digits were making slow circles along her engorged, swollen ... and verrry sensitive clit, adding moisture to an already damp area. Alana moaned more openly now, moving her hand away from her head to one of her breasts, feverishly rubbing the silk fabric of her bra onto the sensitive skin that was her nipple. Gasping at the sharp pangs of pleasure that gave her, Alana spread her legs open, assaulting her clit and breast with more ferocity.
And in her mind all she could think about was her fantasy, which was too vivid to be just a dream yet too good to be true. Even so, images of Luke caressing her body as he fucked her intensely flooded her mind, making her rub her clit more fiercely. But it wasn't enough...at least, not for the kind of release that she craved. After all, she was alone in her bed; just had a vivid erotic dream and now she was very horny not to mention she was only in her underwear. She needed to get off, right this instant. So, slipping out of the covers, she searched her bedroom cabinet for the object she wanted, feverishly rummaging through the contents. Her clit felt like it was on fire, as it ached incessantly, begging to be rubbed some more...and Alana groaned with dismay when she couldn't find her toy. I must have left it on the couch again, Alana thought sadly, now searching her handbag.
It was such a shame too; Alana loved penetrative sex: what woman didn't? Now she had her first really hot erotic dream in ages (probably since she was a teenager), but she was forced to resort to her fingers. It was such bad luck. But that thought swiftly flew out of her head when her fingers wrapped around something round, long and thin. Pulling it out, Alana curiously examined it: it was her pepper spray; cleverly disguised as a lipstick tube. However, to ensure that it lasted longer than 2 or 3 uses, it was a bit longer and thicker than the conventional lipstick tube.
After staring at it for a few seconds, Alana burst out laughing, saying "No...I'm not that desperate!" to herself while adjusting her seat on the corner of the bed. And be it fate or some other outside influence...that one subconscious movement made fabric rub against skin, creating the smallest hint of friction in a very sensitive area; setting off a chain reaction of intense pleasure and aching.
Gasping in shock, Alana instinctively rested her hand on her cunt, feeling the aching die down as she slowly rubbed the fabric of her panties into her hole. Then she lay back on the bed, twisting the tube in one hand while slowly rubbing with the other. "Well, there's no one here to see, and it was a really good dream..." Alana reasoned to herself, thoughts of Luke sliding his firm hands all over her body filling her head yet again.
But this time she encouraged those images, willing more and more thoughts of him to take over. And as he kissed all over her naked body, she moaned eagerly, feeling his hands slide down her chest, waist and legs all the way back to her face. By this time, Alana had fully undressed herself, her underwear and blankets on a pile by the floor, as she slid the tube tentatively down her belly to her cunt, slipping it right between her lips.
