Dracula begins a route toward seduction

Tara had allowed the warmth of the sand's grains to seep into her skin. It was comforting to feel against her back, and as the night air kissed her skin, her mind conjured up images of chopped up dreams and wishes. She dreamt of movies, books, conversations, and then she dreamt of romance, love, lust and passion. These things rolled together suddenly and became one long trance inside her mind.

As Tara slept and the Dark Prince began to control her skin, she shifted slightly. The dream became more vivid, she sighed and felt herself become one with her dream. There was a lover with her, on the edge of reason that is. Tara knew she was asleep and so she allowed the vision in her mind to continue. She told herself, “It is a dream, a lovely dream...”

Soon she was feeling the touch of her dream lover's hand upon her breasts and she purred in delight. “How long had it been?” her **** state asked. “How long since you have felt the passion that was for you and you alone?“

She arched slightly, sighed deeply and prayed for her dream to continue. Her tongue snaked out, moistened her lips before it hid itself away again. The bud of her breasts were aching for more attention, and something pulled at her to wake up, but she buried it controlling her dream for a few more moments. As the thoughts continued they began a steady building of excitement inside the females body, giving off scents of desire and want. Tara breathed deep, inhaled those same scents and another moan escaped her.

The sound echoed in her mind, as the dream lover began to move down her body. Slowly the actions took place in her subconscious and soon her sex was releasing the beads of nectar her lover sought. Human nature made the woman's muscles clench in anticipation for the invasion it hoped was coming. Her body shook as cold fingers slip around her vagina, then it became more aroused as it met those same frigid digits skin to skin.

Her mind screamed wake up, and finally her body stilled and she gasped out her question. Her eyes tried to regain their sight, adjusting themselves to the moonlight and starlight that was hidden behind the stranger's figure. “What's happening?” she asked again, slowly becoming more aware with each passing second.

Dracula slipped a finger inside the woman's slick sex and slowly began to move it in and out of her, his eyes locking with hers, holding her captive. “Hello Tara,” he whispered, as his mouth came closer to hers.

Tara stared, swallowed her nervousness, and felt the heat of her skin increase as the man continued to memorize her body. “Who are you?” she whispered, her legs spreading voluntarily, and her heart beating faster in her chest.

“I am yours... You are mine,” he growled as his lips captured those of the woman that reeked of untapped sexuality.

Without thought Tara gave the man possession of her mouth, her tongue and for now she gave him her body. Whether it was the need to have another give her pleasure, or if it were the pull of the man itself, Tara did not question her allowance, only gave it. Her tongue slid with his and the kiss became one of hungry desire. She pulled the man closer to her, angled her head and began to whimper for more of his touches with each urging thrust of her hips.