You and Glenda sleep

“Come here,” you say. You take Glenda into your arms. The young elf shivers, her skin cold, but gratefully sinks against you and your warmth. Together you lie down, Glenda’s back to you. You hold her close, her head just to your chin, spooning her on the cold floor of the cave. You shiver as the hard nubs of your breasts rub against Glenda whenever she moves. Her ass grinds against your pelvis as she desperately seeks you in the dark.

“Sabine,” Glenda whispers. “I’m scared.”

“I know,” you assure her, your hands about the soft mounds of her chest, drawing her near. “I am too. Don’t worry. We’ll get to Gerlangen. We’ll be okay.”

“Oooh, like this,” the imp cackles. “Stroke. Kiss her.”

You feel Glenda gasp in the dark at the imp’s remark. “Another word,” you hiss, “and I send you back to the hell from whence you came.”

The imp, perhaps recalling your last display of power, falls silent. You glare at the dark then bury your face into Glenda’s hair. “Sleep, Glenda. Things will look better in the morning.”

“Yes Sabine. Sorry.”

Sleep is not long in coming for you and Glenda both, but it is hardly an easy one. Nightmares haunt you. Images of demonic faces leering at you from the dark. Hands grabbing for you, touching you, stroking you like a butcher would a piece of meat. They claw and grasp your legs, spreading them eagerly. You shudder as their touch excites your flesh with warmth and their tongues **** themselves down your throat.

Yet it is not the nightmares that wake you again, so great your exhaustion. It’s the cold. Your eyes open and you shiver, curling in on yourself. It takes only a moment to realize Glenda is gone.

You sit up sharply, eyes wise, senses alert. The ever present sigh of the waves washing not far away fill the cave, but that’s not all. Somewhere to your right, near the edge, there is a wet slapping sound accompanied by a subdued grunting. But your thoughts drift away as your eyes fix on the deepest parts of the cave. There’s a light. More than one. Faint still, globes of light slowly move in a swaying, hypnotic motion. You find yourself watching them fixedly, fascinated.