Night #1 (Katie's POV)

She was dreaming.

She must be dreaming.

Katie could see the bedroom about her. She could smell the night-air through the window, opened just a crack. She thought that Micah had closed it... This was a dream however. It must have been. She couldn't move. Her arms were tight to her side, and she could not even her head a few millimetres, even to check the unseen 'thing' that lurked at the bed's side.

She could feel it there.

Watching her.

Waiting.

Unbidden, she felt a **** on her jaw, and pressure on her eyes. Her vision darkened, yet she could the entity against her, forcing her jaw open.

She could do naught but wait, as she then felt a cold, sharp tang of taste on her tongue. A weight against her jaw that slowly **** it's way into her mouth.

The **** hit the back of her throat and she swooned. Her cunt was dripping yet she had no ability to stimulate herself. She shuddered. The questing, probing **** invaded her mouth again and again, and she could distinctly make out it's shape, even invisible. It was a penis. She felt dirty, violated, yet complete.

Slowly, it extracted itself from her mouth, and the dream ended.

Her vision went dark, her lust unfulfilled and unsated, and the room fell into motionless slumber once more.