The Demon in the Details

Susan sat up in bed suddenly, her chest rising and falling. Her body was slick with sweat and the blankets had tangled up around her as she had tossed and turned. It was dark and she fumbled for the cabinet beside her bed which contained a single candle and a tinderbox. It took her several tries before she got the wick to light, but when it did a halo of light filled the room and she relaxed a bit.

It was late at night or early morning. She was not sure which. It was not yet light outside her window. She swallowed, the memory of the dream coming back to haunt her now. The woman's body filled her imagination with fevered desires that made her hands shake. She shook her head and tried to send those thoughts away but they returned with a vengeance. She could not help but wonder what it would be like to run her fingers through the other woman's dark hair, to kiss her. To feel _her _fingers running up Susan's legs, moving towards her thighs and then softly skittering towards her throbbing sex.

No! No, she wasn't supposed to think like that! Susan rose form the bed, standing naked in the flickering light of the candle. There was no one around and if she was going to call a servant it would be wise to get dressed first. No one wanted to be the princess who got a reputation for nudity.

But she didn't call for a servant. Instead, she stood where she was, her mind engulfed by fantasies of the woman in her dreams. She imagined her pulling her close, feeling the tickle of her breath against Susan's ear. Wiggling as her fingers curled against the opening to her pussy, pressing her lower lips aside and making her squirm.

Why couldn't she get that woman out of her head? Her womanhood was warm and throbbing with desire. Her nipples had stiffened in the coldness of the night - or so she told herself - and she was having trouble controlling her breathing. Lust pounded against her self control. Susan had never felt like this before. Though she had masturbated, and even had fantasies about various men of the court or guards who had caught her eye, it had never felt this urgent or this strong. She sucked in air through her pursed lips and tried to get a hold of herself.

"You are a princess of Sylant," She told herself. "You are better than this. Get some control then put some clothes on."

"Or maybe don't," came a voice from behind her. "You look pretty cute naked."

Susan squeaked, her face burning red as she spun around. One arm went to her chest, wrapping around her breasts while the other obscured her pussy. She was ready to scream and call for the guards except that when she saw who had appeared behind her, the words froze and died in her throat.

It was the woman from the dream. She was lying on the bed which Susan had just got up from, and she was totally naked.

"Well, well," Said the woman. "When I came to this world I was sure that I was going to die. But it seems that fortunate might have swung my way. You have something that you want. More than anything else in the world. I am here to give it to you. Ah, for a price of course."