Donovan attempts to take over Natalie's body

Donovan seemingly glided closer and closer to Natalie, who felt the air around her suddenly grow colder. She felt so afraid that she no longer struggled, watching breathlessly as the strange man stopped short of her exposed feet and staring directly down at them. Her long, narrow feet could feel Donovan's wintery breath as he kneel down and took in the slightly sweaty stench.

"Delightful," he moaned. "I will enjoy this."

Before Natalie could register the comment, Donovan's lip engulfed her two longest right toes. Icy daggers struck into Natalie's sensitive skin, and she cried out. It was hardly pleasant, yet her young body responded by growing aroused. Donovan continued sucking on the helpless girl's pink toes until they lost flavor, electing to more on to the next delightful toe.

Natalie admittedly always wanted to try foot worship, but not in this way. She felt conflicted; in pain, yet turned on. The latter especially began prevalent after the man was finished with her now wet toes and started lapping his tongue across her smooth soles. It was a feeling she'd never encountered before, and could help but moan in pleasure along with her captor. Her toes wiggled in pleasure and scrunched up as the cold tongue dragged down her sexy feet.

"Yes, I can feel it," Donovan uttered. "Life is returning to me. The more you enjoy this, the more my return is eminent. Do not struggle."

Natalie gasped as Donovan suddenly flew over her, with parts of his body more colorful and realistic while others look ghostly. He was quickly on top of her, lips now upon her breasts and hands suffocating the life out of her body with all but a touch. Now she felt worried.