Page 8 of Dreaming of the Demon

It took all my strength—and I’m not weak, I regularly work with fifty-pound sacks of flour and huge balls of dough—but I finally got the picture turned around and leaned against the wall.

I was just about to go back to bed, when an inscription on the back of the picture caught my eye. I frowned and squinted, leaning forward to see that someone had written a verse on the back in faded black ink.

The handwriting was thin and spidery and I shouldn’t have been able to read it in the light of my dying fire. But as I looked at the words, they seemed to almost glow in the dark and I found myself reading the verse aloud.

“Hester’s blood shall call me forth,

Break me from my prison glass.

Turn my portrait towards the North,

Let my Lust consume the lass.

By her side, will I stay

And her fantasy fulfill

I will not leave until the day

She has had her lustful will.”

“Well, that’s weird,” I muttered to myself as I stood and brushed myself off. I had a sudden thought—had I turned the picture towards the North? Unfortunately I have a negative sense of direction, meaning I can get lost at the drop of a hat. I had no idea what direction North was, but I wasn’t worried about it. It was just another weird thing about the strange portrait my Great Aunt had left me.

Well, at least it was no longer glued to my wall.

“Tomorrow you’re going straight up in the attic,” I told the portrait. “You’ve cost me enough sleep as it is!”

Still grumbling to myself and sucking my hurt finger I crawled back into bed. I drifted off to sleep again…only to have the most erotic dream of my life.

CHAPTER FIVE

Someone was touching me—not just touching me,holdingme, just the way I longed to be held. A big, warm body was curled around my own, spooning me. I could feel the hard wall of a muscular chest against my back and a big hand was reaching around to cup one of my breasts through the thin silk of my nightgown.

“Mmm, you feel so good in my arms, baby,” a deep, growling voice rumbled in my ear. “Been wanting to hold you for so damn long…”

It was another one of the erotic dreams that had been plaguing me for the past six months, I realized sleepily. Only this time I seemed to be actually experiencing it as an active participant—not just an observer. Which was nice—reallynice.

I had gone to sleep still horny due to my inability to reach a release and now I felt my need rushing over me again. The man behind me smelled so good—like a campfire in the woods at night and some warm, dark spice that was completely masculine. His scent seemed to trigger something inside me—a deeper lust than anything I had ever felt before. Suddenly I was nearly panting with desire.

Arching my back, I rubbed against him, pressing my ass to the hard lump I could feel growing behind me. God, he felthuge.Even bigger than the Creatures I’d been imagining as I touched myself earlier.

“I can be as big as you want me to be, baby,” he growled softly and I realized he was somehow reading my mind. “Is that what you need? A nice thick cock filling your tight little pussy? Is that your fantasy?”

I absolutelyloveit when a man talks dirty to me—this dream was getting more realistic and better all the time, I thought as I rubbed against him.

“Yes,” I moaned softly. “That’s what I need!”

“Mmm, but we need to get you all warmed up first, sweetheart.” His second hand slipped around my hip and he turned me so that I was on my back and looking up at him. His handsome face in the flickering light of the dying fire looked strangely familiar, but there were too many shadows to be for sure.

“Look at you, all spread out for me,” he murmured, smoothing one big, warm hand down my body. I could feel his heat through the thin silk of my gown—his touch raised chill bumps on my skin as he slowly caressed my breasts, plucking lightly at the nipples to make me moan and squirm. “Spread those gorgeous thick thighs for me,” he ordered softly. “Let me feel that soft little pussy I’ve been dreaming about.”

Helpless to disobey, I spread my legs for him. He skimmed one big hand down my belly and then long fingers were sliding between my thighs to cup my mound through my nightgown.

“Hmm, now what have we here? Are you wet for me, baby?” he rumbled and I felt him parting my pussy lips with surprising delicacy, considering how big his hand was.

I moaned softly as he stroked my aching clit through the thin silk of my gown. Why wouldn’t he reach under it to strokemy bare pussy? I shifted my hips and writhed under his gentle, teasing touch.

Somehow he seemed to understand what I wanted because I heard a deep rumble of laughter.

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