DREAM TAKER

By Succubus


She makes no noise as she moves through the dark house, the ticking of the clock the only sound in the silence.

Dark images fly at the edges of the sleeping man's dreams, tormenting him with a sense of foreboding. From the doorway of his room, she watches him, his body twisting and moaning, trapped in lucid fantasies.

With a cold smile, she approaches, a look of need and desire shining from her eyes. Reaching out her hand to gently brush a lock of hair from his face, she smiles, leaning in to kiss him, her lips gently brushing his.

He moans, twisting in his sleep. She slips out of her dress, her hands sliding across her body, petting herself. Pinching and rolling her nipples, her head rolls to the side, a sigh escaping her lips.

 "Jason...." she calls low, "Jason, my love...".

The man moans painfully, his arms involuntarily rising to protect himself in his sleep. Smiling, she climbs on top of him, her strong thighs grasping his sides tight. Looking into his face, she smiles down at him, helpless below her.

Leaning low, she licks at his lips, her nails raking down his chest. She places her mouth against his, breathing deeply. "Ahhh...mmm." She breathes him in, the air pulled from him as he gasps, breathing in his life, savoring it.

As his eyes fly open in panic, the realization of his own mortality clear upon his face, she exhales, slowly filling him with her own breath. His body shakes with the force; her essence reaches deep into his lungs, pumping through his blood.

Giggling, she licks at his lips playfully, running her tongue across his chin and down to his neck, tasting his salty skin, her tongue burning his skin as she licks lower and lower, a trail of burned and tortured flesh left behind. Biting at his nipples with sharp feline teeth, she growls slightly, moaning and grinding down against the man's cock, which is hardening beneath her.

With a gasp in his sleep and a cry, her teeth tear into his soft nipple, a small rivulet of blood beginning to flow.

A low snarl in her throat, she slurps greedily at the blood, teasing at the nipple, flicking it with her tongue. The man's back arches, his face knitting into a grimace at the pain, his cock harder than ever and involuntarily grinding against her.

Laughing, she throws back her head, her lips shiny with his blood, a bit of it smeared on her cheek. Reaching down, she dips her finger in his blood, rubbing it into her nipple. Leaning forward, she presses her nipple into his, rubbing the wound, a low moan deep in her throat. Scratching down his chest, she raises four welts, the blood drops rushing to the surface.

The man softly cries out, a teardrop in one eye.

Smiling, she rips her nails down his chest again, harder this time, one nail scraping across his already torn nipple. A sob is torn from the enchanted man, his body twists and arches.

Wetting her fingers in the blood, she slips them down between their bodies, her fingers sliding over her clit. With a fevered moan, she rubs at her pussy, the blood hot on her skin. With a final taste, she moves slightly, sliding his cock inside of her, her heat burning him as he writhes trapped in his nightmares beneath her.

Growling and moaning, her body rocks on him, her cunt milking him, sucking at him mercilessly. Hot strips of pain run down him as she licks his body, her passion driving her further. Holding him fiercely, she grinds against him, her body flushed, her fingers digging into his flesh, bringing fresh blood. The man's cries grow frenzied, his head thrashing from side to side, his mind trapped in madness. With an unholy scream, he comes, feeling his entire being sucked inside, his soul swallowed by her.

A final soft cry issuing from her lips, the woman smiles softly, looking down into the now still face of her lover. With a final kiss, she climbs off of him, her body streaked with his blood, her thighs streaked with his seed. Turning from her victim, she fades into the night.