0 comments/ 23775 views/ 0 favorites Dream Catcher By: 2nd Fiddle Frequently, you and I have had discussions about seeing each other in our dreams. Dreams of eroticism and debauchery. Fantasies of torrid affairs with perfect strangers. It makes our sex life more exciting at times. Agreeing to keep such fantasies unrealized. Always unable to partake, I am a voyeur. Being, not feeling. A helpless spectator. People and places are always vague and obscure. Cloudy. Shrouded in darkness and shadows. However, I love seeing you in my dreams, even when you're not with me. I know it is you. Your innocent beauty is unmistakable. You can't disguise your beautiful, golden hair, gorgeous face and long, slender body. Your soft, fair skin and sweet, succulent lips. You are so sexy. I dreamed of you at home. I was done work early one Friday morning, your only day off. I wanted to rush home to surprise you. Carefully, not to spook you I gave a loud, falsetto shout, 'Halloo!!' as I thumped up the stairs. It was dark. You had the blinds down and the curtains drawn. I turned the corner to join you in our bed, but as usual you weren't alone. I can't distinguish your stranger's face. It's hard to tell who he is, but I can see he's young and virile. The way I know you like them. Early twenties. More than ten years your junior. One thing for sure, he is your lover. He could be anyone you want him to be. His face is between your ivory white thighs. He's working you. You and I both stare at each other for a time. My jaw dropped wide. Your fingers were running through the boy's dark hair on one hand and chinking out a cigarette in the ash tray with the other hand. You weren't surprised to see me. 'Hi ya.' you said seemingly unaffected by mine or this stranger's presence. Suspended on the threshold of our bedroom. I couldn't move. Couldn't bring myself to speak. It was horrifying. I was furious to say the least. Nymph! Cheater! Fucker! Murder! Death! Kill! Lousy infidel! Minx! Unfaithful!! All these thoughts running through my head not a sound uttered from my lips. Finally you broke the silence, smiled modestly and said. 'I love you Louie!! Are you sure you wanna see this?' "No. Stop now!!" is what I thought. I wanted to run. I was hurt but I couldn't show you my pain. So I stood silent and shocked. 'O.K. Then' you said with a hint of uncertainty 'I really hope you're ready for this.' You're hungry. Determined. You want him badly and it in turn makes me want you more. I can almost hear you panting in my mind. Your breath heavy and ragged. Or was it my breath?? Gently you help the youngster laying him on his back and continuously kissing his nipples. Your hand fondles his penis. The boys face is hidden by your ass and thighs lying along side of him and keeping his identity from me. I'm not concerned. He obviously is familiar to you. I'm more interested in watching you perform. Still unable to move or speak, I have no choice but to sit and observe. I've decided I want to watch this boy fuck you stupid. You deserve it, whore. I'll let him abuse you in my place. I'm torn between jealousy and curiosity. By now you've made your way to a crouching position between his legs. The boy lies motionless. Fast asleep. Almost morbid. Are you mine or his succubus? A dream within a dream. With your hands still locked firmly around his cock, you began sucking the head. The tip is purple and fat. You can barely wrap both hands around the shaft, let alone fit his knob in your mouth. Somehow you manage. Softly sucking and drooling in his lap. Your lips full and pursed. Little by little, you lower your hands. Removing your fingers one by one as your tongue submerges to the base of his shaft. Then you raise your head. Go down and bring yourself up again and again. Leaving behind a soft puddle dribbling and slurping it up over and over. Now the lad is balls deep in your mouth. You only pause momentarily to come up for air now and then. A long string of cock snot dangles between his dick head and your lips and you sip it back. As your hand vigorously pulls on his member, spit and juice sprays and splashes everywhere. His dick is enormous and fat. With thick, course veins running up and around. Throbbing and pumping, I can almost see the blood flowing. Stroking his cock hard and fast, your haunting voice speaks in tongues, whispering things like, "You have such a beautiful prick." and "You're so delicious." or "I love sucking your big, hard cock." 'I want to taste your cum. Cum for me. Cum in my mouth.' With your lips snug around the head you exchange hands yanking his unit. You squeeze and twist his cock and balls with both hands like you're wringing them out. Churning. Making heavy gulping sounds, you swallow the stranger's steaming, hot cum, not spilling a single drop. Even licking him clean after. Lapping it up. 'Mmmm' you said. 'I like that. Still hard??' you added 'Good. Let's fuck.' I watch you rise and stand above him. You're already sopping wet pussy guides his prick and devours it like your mouth had done previously. You balance yourself atop his pelvis and squirm feeling his dick throbbing inside you. You look at me with a sympathetic sort of smile. For the first time, I can feel my own presence in the room. I am still here. And you know I'm watching. It doesn't disrupt your rhythm at all. Good. You know I've always been obsessed with wanting to watch you fuck. It turns me on to watch you desecrate your precious body. To give yourself so completely to the temptation that is always with you. You look so sensuous doing it, I can't forbid your deep desire. I sit silently enjoying your escapade. You can't deny me the pleasure of witnessing your skillful exhibition. You don't seem to mind fucking this lifeless body. You're more attentive to your own pleasure. Your own hedonistic ways. For now. Your hips are gyrating, pulling and pushing, in and out, again and again. Your arms wrapped around the lad's neck and your hair covering his face. You lower yourself and give the boy a long, deep, passionate kiss. Twirling your tongue in his mouth, suddenly the boy comes to life and begins bucking violently, with his hands firmly about your hips, digging in and leaving pink impressions on your milky white flesh. Biting your nipples and sucking you neck. I can tell he's almost ready to cum again. I want to stop you. To warn you, but I get the impression you're already there. Your bodies bounce and lunge together. You're swinging your hair around and beating the boy's chest with your fists You belched out a loud 'OH! Yes!!' and whimpered, 'Fuck me. Oh god, hurry... Hurry... Hurry. Oh my god, please don't stop... I wanna cum. I want you to cum inside me.' I can almost hear the kid's balls overflowing and pumping. It seems to be in time with your motions. My heart races. With choreographed movements, you and the boy flip and the young man continues turning you face down. You raise your ass to meet the kid's cock and he's still pumping his fuck-spunk deep inside your womb. 'Don't stop!! Keep your cock hard... I want you to keep fucking me. I don't care... Cum... if you have to but... don't... stop... fucking...me...' you exclaim seductively. You're fucking possessed. You shriek and howl like I've never heard you do before. Recklessly, your lover's dick probes and spikes your hot, wet cunt. His hand on the back of your neck pulling your mane. His other hand wrapped around your waste and tickling your clit. Your legs are twitching and shaking under his support. You can't continue, but he forces himself deeper and deeper with your every ecstatic groan. Stabbing and touching your cervix. You can't take it any longer but you can't resist all the same. You're out of breath, but this boy is relentless in his mission. He turns you over on your back to face him and you lift your body to meet his. It's no use. You have no strength left. Instead, you fall back and reach out your arms. 'Kiss me. I want you to kiss me.' Your bodies have become one. Desperately, you wrap your legs tightly around his waist, not willing to allow him to leave you. Finally, the kid leans forward and falls into your arms still deep inside you. Twitching. Jerking. Shaking. Panting. Out of breath. You sigh and smile up at him. Your lips meet and share one more deep, long-lasting, affectionate kiss. 'You're unbelievable,' you whispered. 'Such a sweet boy. But I need my man now.' Without acknowledging me, the youngster walks out and makes his way down the stairs finally disappearing. I sit beside you on the bed and survey the damage to your body. Your hair is a mess. Your makeup smeared. Your skin blotchy and pink with burns and scratches. You're exhausted and vulnerable, yet confident and refreshed. Smiling and cooing. Your pussy is swollen and bruised. The smell of fresh fuck rises to my nostrils. Sour. Fishy. Nauseating. Rancid. Funk. You've been smitten. 'I want fuck!!' you demand, reaching out and touching your lips to mine. Salty. The bitter taste of another's cock. Alarmed, I pull away momentarily, but surrender to your will in the end. I'm ashamed. I'm aroused. I want another taste. Lying on my stomach, my head is turned away from you. I support myself with my elbows to look at you. Incoherently, I ask something that sounds like, 'Who was that fuckin' punk?' At that moment I realize the alarm had sounded 5:30 am. Fuck. What a nightmare. What a dream. Relieved. Disappointed. 'It's Friday.' I said 'I gotta go to work.' 'Be careful.' you reply 'I love you.' 'I love you too. See ya tonight.' 'I just hope I can go back to sleep,' you mumbled. 'I was having a good dream...' Dream Catcher Elizabeth had known him now for over a decade. Matthew first appeared to her in her dreamland, just after she turned ten. Surprisingly, he seemed more like an imaginary friend than anything to her, which was normal at that age. He let himself be seen to her as a playmate her own age, and he grew up with her. When she turned 13, he was 13. When she turned 16, he was 16. It was only when she turned 18 years old did he reveal himself. He loved her. Her dreams were always perfect; if she was happy when she faded into slumber, he would play games with her and have tickle contests, things children do. But as she grew into her teenage years and started to have more heartache, sometimes he would appear in her dreams sitting next to her on the edge of a pond in the middle of the night, and he would listen to her troubles. He was the perfect best friend, and he wasn't even real. It was because of Matthew that she had few real friends and not a terribly high amount of boyfriends, either. She seemed sort of a loner, but Matthew was all she needed. As time went on, she wondered about her sanity. How on earth could she dream about someone for what was now seven years that didn't even exist? She could not remember a night she did not dream, and she could not remember a dream without Matthew in it. Her dream self never thought to ask him why he was "haunting" her - she did not want to make him go away. She wanted him to stay in her dreams forever. After all, he was perfect; standing at just a few inches shy of six feet in height, piercing grey eyes, and what seemed like the most welcoming body she had ever seen on a person of the opposite sex. She could recall back to a few times in her young teenage years that she had fallen "deeply in love" with him - but, like all the others of her many years, he was just a crush and after a few weeks of batting her eyelashes at him and touching his shoulder and playing with his curly hair, he faded back into a good friend. It was better that way, anyway. Matthew was just beginning to wonder what he would think of her if he revealed himself to her. It was a few weeks before her eighteenth birthday, and he did not appear in her dreams that night. He was there, but he was hidden. Elizabeth was devastated. This was the first time in almost 8 years he had left her alone. She woke up and she cried for a good hour before she rushed to get ready for school. What had she done? Why had he left? She needed him. He couldn't just leave her! Just as she was slipping her shirt over her head and wiped one last tear from her eye, she felt that familiar pulling sensation that happened to her just as she fell asleep at night. The doctors had said this was probably because her brain liked to "hiccup" when going from "awake mode" to "sleep mode"; it was normal. She almost fell to the floor with sudden drowsiness, but somehow she felt something hold her up long enough for her to hear Matthew say, "I did not leave you. Do not worry, Elizabeth. I am not going anywhere. I will meet you in your dreams tonight." and she fell to the floor. She felt another sensation, this time a lifting one, as she found her energy rushing back into her. She felt a sudden surge of elation and she jumped up, giggling to herself. Matthew had not left! He watched her jump and skip about her room through the smallest crack in her closet. This was the way he watched her during the day. She was so beautiful to him - more than a picture of perfection. He had not seen beauty like this in his 300 years of life, nor had he felt this love. She was so perfect. He watched her turn her back to him and noticed a small red spot on her white shirt... oh no. He reached his hand up quietly and wiped his mouth, only to find that he had rushed back so quickly from his feeding that he still had blood on his teeth and lips. He had stained her shirt when he mingled his soul to hers. He silently cursed at himself for his carelessness. He watched her fade from his vision, and close the door behind her as she headed to the kitchen. He closed his eyes and thought to her, 'I love you.' - he was never sure if his message got through to her, if she could actually hear it, but he said it every time she left nonetheless. Matthew had discovered some time ago that he could mingle his soul with others that he was truly connected with. He could swiftly bring himself behind them and plunge himself into their souls, and be with them in their minds - which was how he was always in Elizabeth's dreams. Throughout his three centuries of being able to do this, he had only been able to do that with one other person besides Elizabeth, and in the end she had rejected him when he finally revealed himself. He had to be more careful this time. He had, being very discreet about his existence, and always making Elizabeth happy. Keeping her happy and feeling loved was what she needed; was what he had to provide for her to have her. He slumped himself down to a corner of her closet and slept while she was at school. Modern times gave Matthew more spaces to rest than olden times, when he was forced to sleep in a coffin to get rest at all. Elizabeth's parents were never home until well after she was, and well after dark, so her closet was his perfect resting place. He would never have to stray far from his love. He awoke a good few hours before she was due home, and he could not find slumber again. He instead sat up and thought about how he was going to reveal himself to her. As of late, he had become more bold when he was in her dreams. Their encounters were becoming more than friendly interludes, they were beginning to become quite erotic. She allowed him to see her body, and sometimes to play with it as well. What Elizabeth didn't understand was that when he mingled their souls together during her slumber, he merely made himself miniature, and in a way "cloned" her as a miniature version of herself. The caresses she felt were real. He had wanted it to be like this, to be able to physically spend time with her without her being aware of it. She still had full control over what her dream self did; she made her own decisions. That was the only way he could know if she really felt that way for him, or if she was only dreaming it. Matthew was one of those vampires that was able to shrink his fangs down to the normal size of a human canine. He could control how long they were, and when to let them show. Only when he thirsted could he not control them, but that was never a problem with Elizabeth in her dreams. He thirsted for her, but only to make her his... not to merely feed from her. He did not want to take her life, he wanted to give her a life with him. Yes, he would reveal himself on the eve of her eighteenth birthday. Finally the time came. It was the eve of her eighteenth birthday and in Elizabeth's dreams, Matthew and Elizabeth were sitting on a branch of a tree, and they talked of their futures. Well, mainly Elizabeth spoke. "I think I want to move to go to college. I really don't like my reputation around here, and I think I deserve to have a better life, don't you, Matthew?" It always surprised both Matthew and Elizabeth that she never once called him "Matt" like most would these days - nicknames were "in", after all. No, he seemed too mysterious and dark for that. "Yes. Moving would be a good thing for you. I believe it is time you tore yourself apart from your childhood home and moved on to bigger things. Better things. It is time you enhanced your life." He took a deep breath and decided that now would be as good a time as any. He was sure that if he was still human, his heart would be pounding, his whole body would be shaking, but, being a vampire, he seemed perfectly calm to Elizabeth. He hopped down off of the branch, and lifted his arms up so that Elizabeth could do the same. She jumped into his arms and he placed her on the ground. She stood there, her beauty seeming to radiate around her being, and smiled up at him. He did not smile back, but instead leaned down slowly to kiss her tenderly. He realised that this might be the last kiss they ever shared. If she rejected him, he would disappear from her dreams, from her life. He had already decided this. She kissed him back softly, and felt his warm tongue lick her lips and seek a slow entrance into her mouth. She opened her lips slightly, just so his tongue could make entrance. He continued to kiss her with all of the love in his being, and he slowly began to let his fangs grow. Not fast enough or long enough for her to notice while the kiss went on, but enough to show her after the kiss was broken. He finally decided that they were at the proper length, short enough so as not to frighten her, but long enough to give him away. He pulled from the kiss, and then brought his mouth back down. He often bit her bottom lip after he broke their kisses, so Elizabeth was expecting this. He opened his mouth a little more and then pulled his head back, letting his fangs catch her bottom lip slightly. He wasn't sure if she noticed, but when he had completely pulled his head away and opened his eyes, he knew she had. The look on her face. At first it seemed to him sheer terror, and he had to control himself from disappearing instantly in that moment from her sight. Just as he thought she was about to scream from being so frightened, her face changed to an emotion of what he swore must have been curiosity. Her eyebrows lowered and it seemed like she was questioning him if what she was seeing was real. He slowly nodded. She reached up her right hand to his mouth and then brought her hand back down. What if he was truly some savage beast that would rip her arm off and then suck the blood out of her just to get a mere meal? She was frightened again. "It is alright, Elizabeth. I am not a monster," Matthew found the courage to say. The look of curiosity came across her face again and she again reached up her right hand to his mouth. He opened his mouth slightly, and she lifted up his top lip. She saw his fangs, they seemed to shine in the moonlight (her dreams were always at night) and another surge of terror rushed through her. She contained herself from trembling in front of Matthew. Her fingers ran over his right fang, then his left. They were indeed real. Elizabeth did not know what to make of this. She did not know what to say. "I am not asking anything of you," Matthew said. "I am just revealing to you my true self I have hidden for eight years. You are free to make of me what you will, I will not be shocked nor offended. You need not worry about hurting me." Elizabeth was still so stunned she didn't seem to be able to truly comprehend the words he was saying. Why had she never realised this? Why had she never paid enough attention to him? Why had she never read the what seemed now obvious clues? "If it will make you feel more comfortable..." Matthew began. He removed her hand from his mouth by gently pulling at her wrist. He let his fangs shrink back down to what they normally were around her. "I shall keep them hidden," he finished, opening his mouth to show her they were normal again. Elizabeth looked at him again with the confused look. She hadn't spoke in over ten minutes. She took a deep breath and looked into his eyes. He was not a monster. He was the same person he had always been, ever since she was ten years old. "No," was all she could say. There was a pause. "No, what?" Matthew asked. "No," she repeated. Just as Matthew was about to interrupt again, she continued. "Be yourself. Don't hide yourself from me anymore." Matthew wasn't sure if she was just saying this out of curiosity, pity, or if it was what she really meant. "Are you sure, Elizabeth?" "Yes. I want to know you for who you really are." And so it was. Now everything made sense to Elizabeth. He was a vampire! It all came together now. Three months later she left her home and moved to the big city. Thankfully, Matthew followed her and still remained in her dreams. Just to keep everything safe and stable, Matthew slowed himself down in her dreams. They were no longer erotic, aside from a sweet kiss every now and then. He felt like he had to regain her trust again, that she was still unsure if everything was real or her dream friend just so happened to be a vampire dream friend. It wasn't until she turned 21 that he revealed himself even more. On the eve of her twenty-first birthday, he had planned everything out. He entered her dreams and almost immediately began sweetly kissing her. She would only be asleep seven hours and he needed all of that time to do what he had planned. As their lips caressed each other, he slowly was pulling her body closer to his. That night he had left his fangs at a short length, the average human size. He did not want to accidentally harm her. Their lips were pressed firmly together as were their bodies. Minutes went by as their kiss became more passionate and Elizabeth noticed that his fangs were not able to harm her intruding tongue, so she kissed him fiercely. His hands slowly rose up the side of her body and felt the soft flesh of her covered breasts. Their passion continued to rise throughout the night, until they were making love deep within Elizabeth's dream world. The sun would rise within an hour, and Matthew needed to leave Elizabeth to feed. He promised her this night would repeat itself over and over, only getting better and more intense with each time. She trusted his word and let him leave her. The next morning when Elizabeth awoke, she stretched her arms and realised that something was on the pillow beside her. She sat up and wiped the sleep from her eyes as she gazed down upon the object. It was a gorgeous red rose, with a note attached to it. The note read: My Dearest Elizabeth, I am filled with joy after my encounter with you tonight. I do so hope that you will allow your dreams to continue like this, as I enjoyed it - and you - immensely. I have always wanted to make love to you, so I must thank you for making my dream come true. I will see you again in your slumber tonight, my darling. - Matthew There was no way she was reading this. No way she was holding this. Matthew... he wasn't real. He was just a fragment of her imagination. A dream partner she could not live without. But real? No. She decided as soon as she saw his fangs for the first time that he could not be real. Vampires did not exist. But how did this get here? She had just awoken, she was sure no one else could see into her mind and view her dreams except her. No one but her and Matthew knew about her dreams. But how? The notes kept coming, each and every morning. All of them personal enough to have to have been from the Matthew in her dreams. She was still doubtful, until a year later. Her twenty-second birthday was not as eventful as her twenty-first. She had decided just to go out and have a nice meal with all of her friends. Now that she was off at college, she got many more friends, outsiders like her that had moved from their homes in hopes to have a better life. She liked her new life, and she still enjoyed meeting Matthew each and every night to speak with him and make love to him for hours. He was always there for her. Finally, she felt herself obligated to go to bed, she had a big day ahead of her the next day, so she needed plenty of rests. For the first time, she did not feel the intense pull just before she slipped off into dreamland. In her dream, she searched and searched for Matthew, but he was nowhere to be found. She sat down on a park bench and began to softly sob. Had she truly done something wrong this time? She was pulled awake by hearing her windows slam open. She had a nice apartment, with a balcony. She usually kept her doors open, but tonight she closed them as it was chilly outside. "H... h... hello?" She asked the darkness. The moonlight barely lit up the room, and when her eyes finally adjusted she got up and closed and locked the doors and went back to bed. Maybe this time when she fell asleep, Matthew would be waiting for her. She, again, did not feel the pull as she drifted off to sleep. She was only asleep for five minutes before she heard her closet door spring open. Someone was definitely there. "W... w... who are you? What do you want? I have money. Please, don't hurt me. I can give you all of the money you need..." She trailed off. There was no one there. She sat up in her bed for what must have been a good half hour before she drifted off into slumber again. She awoke with a start for the third time when she felt something rubbing the side of her nose. Her eyes bolted open and she pushed the body off of hers. She was about to grab her mace from her top dresser drawer when she heard him speak. She knew the voice very well. "Elizabeth..." Matthew said. That was all he had to say. Her movements stopped completely and her eyes locked with his. Those grey eyes... yes, it was him. "Matthew?" Elizabeth questioned. He nodded. He walked back over to her. Her breathing became slightly rapid and her hands began to shake. She pinched herself. She was not dreaming this time. Matthew had decided to let his fangs grow to their true length tonight. It was all or nothing this evening. They were just visible, sitting on his bottom lip comfortably. He slowly approached her and he knew she was staring at his fangs. "Do not worry, darling. I am not here to feed. I will not harm you." His perfectly proper English always drove Elizabeth wild. He was so mysterious. "You... do you promise?" Elizabeth asked. He sat down on the side of her bed, just below her feet. "Yes, I promise." He paused, trying to find some courage to say what he wanted to say. "May I touch you, Elizabeth?" She looked at him for a moment, when he said, "I promised I would not harm you and I will not. I need you to know that I am real. I am not a dream anymore." She stared into his eyes, then down to his fangs again. Swallowing hard, she looked up into his eyes again and then slowly nodded. He was just as frightened as she was. He had never touched her actual life-sized body before, and despite his outward calmness, he couldn't have been more the opposite on the inside. He scooted himself across her bed, keeping his gaze on hers to show her he did not mean any harm and he settled himself beside her. She slowly turned her body to face him and seemed to not be able to do anything but blink slowly. For a moment, that was all Matthew could do as well. He took a deep breath and raised his hand up to touch her soft face. She watched his gaze, studying it, surveying it, for any sign of change. For any sign of animal instinct. There was none as his fingertips finally brushed against her cheek. Feeling her slightly flinch, but only from shock he thought, he rested the remaining part of his hand on her cheek and stroked it with his thumb. Her skin was so warm; she was so alive. For a brief, a very brief second, he thirsted for her. Not the usual thirst, but the completely animalistic, lustful, need for her blood. Thankfully the slight sparkle in his eyes at that moment did not draw Elizabeth's attention. When Elizabeth seemed to calm down, after several minutes of Matthew just softly stroking her cheek, Matthew grew bolder. "Might I be asking too much if I asked to kiss you, Elizabeth?" Matthew found himself asking. There was a pause. "You may kiss me, Matthew," Elizabeth said. "But please be careful," she added, referring to his fangs. "I promise I will, sweetheart. I will be very cautious," Matthew replied. He leaned his head into hers, pulling her slightly towards him with the hand on her face that had moved to the back of her neck. He closed her eyes the same time she did, and their lips touched. Somehow, Elizabeth had felt this before. Matthew had, because he was physically there, while Elizabeth wasn't in a direct way. For some odd reason she couldn't understand, Elizabeth melted into the kiss. It was with that first kiss that Matthew knew she would be his forever. Dream Catcher Matthew brought his other hand to wrap around her neck, slowly, so as not to startle her. He tried to keep his fangs out of the way of their kiss, but he could not help but prick her bottom lip once or twice. Never drawing blood, but accidentally pressing them against her skin. She understood that he did not intend to harm her. Becoming even more daring, Matthew gently opened his lips more and slid his tongue out to lick her closed lips, his sign to her that he wanted to get his tongue inside her warm mouth. Elizabeth melted at the familiar sensation, and let the tip of his tongue to enter her mouth. She was becoming more and more relaxed, and trusted him once more. After all, she had known him now for twelve years. Elizabeth felt that if things were going to progress, like she had hoped they would, she would have to show him that she trusted him. She broke the kiss and they opened their eyes. She leaned forward and stuck her tongue out. He slightly opened his mouth, half curious about what she was going to do, half fully confident he knew. Elizabeth licked the top of his left fang, and all the way down, pressing her tongue up onto the sharp point when she reached the bottom. Then she repeated the same with his right fang. She lifted her head back up to find his gaze on her. She nodded, letting him know she completely trusted him, and knew he was not going to harm her. Not knowing what else to do, Matthew leaned forward into another sweet, tender kiss with his love. Soon their passion began to rise, and their tongues were intertwined in the same sweet love they had known for quite some time now. Matthew broke the kiss and leaned Elizabeth's head to the right, so he could kiss her sweet neck. He tugged her hair gently and began to ravish her neck. For a split second, he frightened her; she remembered how sharp his fangs were and he was now at the most vulnerable place on her body, with them exposed. Also for a brief moment, Matthew felt the same rush he had earlier, and wanted to taste her sweet blood, wanted to feel his teeth sink into her soft skin. But he just brought his head up and took a deep breath, forcing the lust for her blood to leave his being. When he brought his head back down, he just could not refrain himself from asking Elizabeth, "Are you going to allow me to make love to you in reality, my dear, sweet Elizabeth?" He brought his head back up after kissing her neck just once and then looked into her eyes. There was no doubt in her gaze that her answer was the correct one. "Yes, Matthew. I have always hoped that you would be real, and that you would be able to really make love to me, in real life. Would you make love to me?" Elizabeth replied. "Yes, darling. I will. But first, I need to know another answer. An answer I have been afraid to seek out directly from you all of the time we have known each other. Please answer me honestly," Matthew said, for the first time he felt his voice shaking. He did not think that possible. "And what is your question, Matthew?" Elizabeth asked. She felt like she knew her answer already. "As you know, I have been searching for a mate for some time now. Over three hundred years. I believe I finally have found her," he paused and placed his hand back onto her cheek, looking deeper into her eyes than anyone ever had before. "I need to know if she will be mine." What Elizabeth thought his proposal might be was correct. But had she really wanted it? It was one thing to let Matthew make love to her. Or to spend her lifetime with him. But for eternity? Her mind did not seem to be able to properly fathom his proposal. "Elizabeth..." Matthew said. "I need to know your answer before I allow anything else to happen." Matthew almost could not understand why this decision was so hard for her. She had known him for so long, entrusted him with all of her secrets, watched Matthew form in dream and now reality, and stolen his love away from him. What more did she need to know? What more was there to think about? The decision seemed simple in his mind. Finally, after an excruciatingly long pause, Elizabeth spoke. "Do you love me, Matthew?" Without hesitation, Matthew responded, "Yes." Another pause. "Then I am yours," Elizabeth finally managed to choke out. Matthew did not allow anything else to happen, not another pause, not another word to escape from either of their mouths, before he lunged at her and pressed his lips firmly over hers. He felt a sudden surge of energy, like electricity, and had to let it out of his system somehow. His electricity flowed into Elizabeth's veins and she responded in the same rough, passionate, lustful embrace. Matthew was suddenly getting his hands tangled in her hair, and Elizabeth found herself ripping his shirt open, the white buttons popping off and bouncing off various things in the room. She knew she would not have been able to do that without that electricity in her, the new strength Matthew had given her already. Elizabeth pulled Matthew's shirt off of his shoulders and he let his hands out of her hair long enough to toss it to the floor. He grabbed the edge of her shirt and yanked it up off of her head. It was amazing, this lust they were showing for each other had never shone before. It was always lovemaking for the pair, never rushed and never rough. But tonight... electricity was forcing all of their animalistic feelings for each other to just explode! Their lips could not seem to keep contact, their hands could not seem to explore their bodies quickly enough. Matthew's hands were cupping Elizabeth's ass as she got up on her knees and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. For the first time, she felt his tremendous hardness pressing against her slightly parted legs, and she moaned into their kiss. She started darting her tongue in and out of Matthew's mouth and his hands clawed at her ass cheeks roughly. The energy was still surging; their passion was still rising. His hands moved to her hips and grabbed at the flannel sleep shorts she had on and jerked them down to her knees, also grasping the straps of her panties so they would come off at the same time. Elizabeth stood up and let her clothing drop to the floor. She hopped back to the bed and watched Matthew get up and rapidly remove his pants and underwear as well. He quickly crawled back onto the bed and on top of her, kissing her fiercely. His cold hands tugged at her erect nipples, causing her to moan loudly. He brought one of his hands down to Elizabeth's pussy and let his finger flick her hard clit. She shuddered and trembled underneath his touch. Matthew broke the kiss and kissed his way down her body until his head was even with her pussy. He spread her legs and lowered his head. He had to have a taste of her sweet cum before he tasted her blood. He stuck out his tongue and rapidly flicked it over her clit. His right hand came up and one finger slid easily inside her wet hole - she was so turned on and ready to orgasm. He let a second finger enter her after he pulled his first finger out, and he pushed them in all of the way and rubbed at her G-spot. Elizabeth's breath was now erratic, and she was moaning his name louder and louder with each passing second. His tongue was fiercely attacking her clit, and his fingers were pushing on her G-spot with such amazing force Elizabeth thought she was going to lose consciousness from all of the pleasure she was receiving at once. Matthew stopped flicking her clit and moved his head slightly to the side. He opened his mouth just enough for Elizabeth's hard clit to enter and then he gently pushed his left fang onto her clit, meeting his bottom tooth underneath her clit, and grinding his fang onto her clit. He was tempting himself beyond belief, and this was enough to send Elizabeth over the edge. She grabbed a handful of his hair as her pussy erupted in front of his eyes and his fang almost accidentally punctured her sweet love button. He lifted his head in time to lower it again and greedily lick up all of her cum from her trembling pussy. He kept rubbing at her clit with his right thumb as he cleaned her pussy and she had another orgasm from his continuous ministrations. Elizabeth then screamed something she never thought she would have ever thought to. "Oh Matthew, please, fuck me! Fuck me and make me yours! Now! I need it, please!!!" she shouted. Matthew needed no further instruction. He lifted himself up from her pussy and pressed the head of his throbbing cock at her entrance. He could no longer control his lust for his dear, sweet Elizabeth. He leaned over her and kissed her lips hard as he plunged his entire length deep within her still dripping pussy. Elizabeth screamed at the intense sensations. Matthew pulled out his entire length and thrust into her again. Over and over he let his cock penetrate Elizabeth's pussy. He could feel he was penetrating her deeper than anyone else ever had, and he knew that she loved it. She had needed him all along. She clenched and unclenched her pussy muscles around his cock, wanting him to cum inside of her, needing him to cum. Her lips were all over his, it seemed now that Elizabeth was more animalistic than Matthew ever could be. Her hands were clawing at his back, her hips were thrusting up at him, and she was shoving her tongue deep into his mouth, now not even paying attention to his sharp fangs. Matthew was, however. All he could think about while fucking Elizabeth was how sweet her blood was going to taste. How he was going to preserve her in this state, keeping her this age forever, and keeping her his for all eternity. There was not a turn on that matched that of knowing he was going to be drinking her blood in a few short minutes. He pounded her harder, wanting her to climax as he sunk his teeth into her. He moved down to her neck and kissed it roughly and flicked his tongue on her earlobe as he felt his own orgasm beginning to surface. He could not take it anymore, he could not wait one more second. He lifted his head up slightly, opened his mouth wide, and roughly sunk his teeth into her soft neck. She screamed as her orgasm erupted, and she felt the blood being drained out of her. Tasting Elizabeth's sweet blood, feeling her orgasm underneath him, and knowing she was now his, send Matthew over the edge as well. He kept sucking at her neck, greedily swallowing up her sweet blood. He felt her pussy contract just once as he felt the life begin to drain out of her. He swallowed up one more mouthful of her blood and pulled his teeth from her neck. He stared into her eyes as one last flicker of life erupted from deep within her soul to sparkle in her eyes. Her heart stopped. A few seconds later, her eyes sparkled again and she inhaled deeply. She coughed, and felt Matthew above her. She felt, free, somehow, and the feeling was of such high elation that she reached up and brought Matthew back down to kiss her. She panted into the kiss and tasted her own sweet blood on his tongue. He smiled as he felt her fangs begin to grow. He knew she would soon become thirsty. He broke the kiss and smiled down at her, pulling his cock from her dripping pussy and kissing her forehead. Finally, Matthew had found his mate, and Elizabeth had found hers in a vampire: in her dream catcher. Dream Catcher Dreams A two day drive to Los Angeles and the road just seem to get longer and longer. She had been driving across the Mojave Desert and came to the first place that offered a cold drink. A rustic old service station on the side of the road. A soda machine was in plain view, like an oasis. "Hi." Lynn addressed the elderly Indian lady sitting outside by a table of trinkets for resale. Lynn gazed at the selection of highly used items that lay before her while she counted out her change from her purse. "Hello." The lady replied. Her braided gray hair hung on both sides of her shoulders. The old Indian women just sat there smiling. Placing her quarters in the cold beverage machine. The clinking and clanking as the coins rolled down the machine shoot. Pressing a selection and a can rolled out from it cold. Lynn grasp it and held it to her warm cheek. Browsing around the table she opened it and took a long drink. Gazing along at the various curios. "How much is this?" Lynn asked while holding a turquoise bracelet. Putting it on her wrist and spinning it around to see how well it fit then setting the bracelet down. "Twenty dollars." The elderly women said smiling with her toothless sucked in lips. Lynn's medium length black hair was falling in her face as she bent over to see the feathers. Pulling her hair back to see better. The rustic tin that flapped with a slight clanging shaded the noon sun. The whistling wind spun sand in waves making them turn their heads away from the sandy gust. "Wow, strong wind." Lynn said to the women who just sat there smiling with her old shoes and worn dress. The table laid out had many different items. Books, feathers and colored rocks. Bracelets and rings of turquoise and silver. Lynn walked along the roadside table more for a stretch of her legs, than a shopping spree. "How much is this?" Lynn asked while holding up a looped stick with leather strands that were spider webbed in its center with 3 groups of white and black feathers that hung from it. "Twenty dollars." The old women said. Lynn looked at her and put it back. "Twenty dollars for a stick, feathers and leather with beads? I don't think so. What is it?" Lynn asked smiling. "A Dream Catcher." The old women said smiling. "It will keep you safe while you dream. It represents the web of your life and helps to untangle life in your dreams." Lynn let out a chuckle and started back to her car. Glancing at the barren desert. The wind whipped slightly as she turned her head away from the sandy gust. "Ten dollars." The old women blurt. Still sitting and smiling. Lynn turned and looked at the women then looked at the spider webbed laced leather with green and white beads. The feathers swayed with the passing breeze. "This elderly lady appears to need the sale." Lynn thought. She walked back to the table pulling her wallet out and handed the women a ten-dollar bill. More for a charity than a purchase. Picked up the decorated ring and held it out before her looking at it. "It once belonged to a handsome brave." The old women said while she tucked the ten-dollar bill in her bra. "Lot'a good that does me." Lynn said sarcastically. "You'll see." Said the old Indian women with a grin. Lynn walked to her car and got in as a big gust of sandy wind whipped through the area. Starting her car and brushing back her wind blown hair. Checking the mirror then glancing down at her purchase. The inner woven circle mesmerized her. Enchanted by its colors and rustic flare she gazed into it deeply. ........................ Renting a room at the nearest motel and cafe combination. She lay in the bed watching the snowy reception on the television, glancing through the Dream Catcher into the flickering white light. She pulled the towel off her head from her wet shower fresh hair. Shook her head and hair with one hand while holding her new purchase with the other. The feathers dangled while she swayed back and forth. Hanging it on the bedpost she reached and turned out the light. Snuggled down into the bed and watched the movie with poor reception. She looked down at herself and seen that she was naked. Her first instinct was to cover herself. She couldn't move, she was stuck. Looking at her arms she felt as if she was glued to the web. Darting her eyes all around looking for a way to move or a spider. Lynn tried to move her legs but they were just as mysteriously bound or frozen. Her back felt fine yet she couldn't free herself. She didn't panic, she felt comfortable. She was just there, not standing. Not laying or leaning, she was just there up against this large oval web. She glanced around as far as she could see in front of her. It was dark, yet light enough to see. Something behind her illuminated brightness. She desperately tried to turn her head when she felt something along her left side. She gasp from being startled. Peering down she saw a hand come through the webbing. It circled around her ribs and up to her bare breast, cupping her mound and lightly squeezed. Then another hand come from the webbing and circled around her right side and down her stomach to her puss. The long strong fingers went right to her wetness. Rubbing her sensually as she would rub herself. Knowing the pace and strides in which she liked to be rubbed in her favorite manner. Then feeling her nipple pinched and twisted by the hand on her breast. The other hands fingers slid inside her shallow. Then pulled up to her clit then back in her, then rubbing outward playfully. Lynn pushed up to the hand with her body but it wouldn't move from the web. Her body tried opening wider to the hands play. Her mind was telling her not to give in. Yet her body was yearning for the fingered touch. While her slit received the fingers with welcoming wetness. Ecstasy won over as she began to surge her body to greet the hands fondling. The long fingers went deeply inside her and pulled out slowly and patiently. Then pressing back into her folds. Her body welcomed with the motions of the fingers purge. Her nipples hardened from the twisting and fondling of the other hand. "Ah." She began moaning and squirming, as she became really wet. The fingers feeling the wetness and pulled back behind her into the web. The hand at her breast faded behind her as well. She was there naked and waiting. Hearing nothing and seeing absolutely nothing but darkness. Her emotions boiled of desire from the two hands touch and frantic from being bound strangely. "Who's there?" Lynn blurted. "I need your help." Crying out but the sound was slight. Just then a figure slowly came into view before her. A tall and muscular Indian brave. Slowly walking towards her. He had a glazen tan and rolling muscles. His medium long black hair was held by a red bandana. Long white feather with black on the ends hung from the headband. Its green and white beads were tied with horsehair to the feather's stem. The man walked up to her and pulled her arms gently and effortlessly from the web. Her arms fell before her but not to cover her nakedness. But to check them for reasoning. The tall dark Indian towered over her and went to turn and walk away when Lynn blurted out. "Thank you." The Indian looked back at her, smelt of his finger and smiled. Lynn blushed with her thoughts. His image raced through her mind as her eyes saw the flickering light of the television. The snowy image of an old show. Lynn looked around the motel room and assessed that all was fine. "A dream?" She thought. She laid back and relaxed, turned her head and saw the Dream Catcher still where she had placed it. On the bedpost. Nine long white feathers with black tips in three groups hanging. Green and white beads sewn into various areas all around the spider webbed loop. She thought a moment about the Indian, then turned back to the TV. "It was just a dream. Wish; he had taken me fully." Lynn thought while gazing into the televisions flickering light. The light got brighter and brighter till she covered her eyes with her arm and peered to see why there was a flash of brightness. Then it went dark as she saw the Indian walking to her. She quickly glanced behind her and saw that she stood where she had before. In front of the web. She went to step forward away from the web but her feet wouldn't move. The tall Indian walked up with a big smile on his face. Walked right up to her and took her in his arms and kissed her. She didn't resist. His tongue drove deep into her mouth as she began to kiss him back. Her back arched from his pulling her to him. He embraced her naked body tightly. His mound was felt and evident. His surging and pulling her onto him was driving Lynn to desires she hadn't felt in a long time. Her mind was saying stop but her body wasn't listening. She wrapped around the tall strong man to brace his ravishing. She opened to his forcefulness willing. His scent and touch pleased her. She melted into his tugging hold. His warmth and flesh on flesh feel electrified her emotions. Grabbing her ass and pulling her to him tightly he placed himself to her opening and pressed in her with short humps. Picking her up from her frozen stance and holding her up to him. Lynn wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. His pumping pushed into her deeper with each thrust. She bit into his neck and held tightly as he humped her madly. Meeting his crashing body with her own drives. Tightening her arms around his neck as he rapidly pumped at her. Bringing her to total wetness and an orgasm like she had never had. She bit down into his shoulder hard with her body's surge. She slowed her humping and lightened her gripping bite on her pillow. The cool feel of its cloth felt good next to her hot body. Her eyes opened to see the Dream Catcher before her. Then looking at the pillow. Lynn threw back the covers when she noticed something in her hand. Looking down at her clinched fist she saw the white feather with black tip, adorned stem of green and white beads. She glanced at the Dream Catcher and saw it had its original nine feathers. Looking back at her hand and the feather was gone. She shook her head and wiped her eyes. Looked around the room and settled back into the bed. Her mind raced for answers while her heart was pounding. She told herself. "Don't worry, it was only a dream." She leaned over to the nightstand and took the remote control and turned the television off. The darkness fell into the motel room. The sound of her heart got louder as she lay waiting for sleep to come. But the thought of the man in her dream was churning in her head. Letting out a heavy sigh she clinched the pillow tighter as she anticipated her slumber. The sun started shining as a rooster cock'a doodled Lynn to arise. She put her things in the car and walked to the tiny motel cafe. Finding her a seat and taking a menu from the centerpiece. Glancing as she heard the approaching waitress. "Hello." The old Indian women with gray braided pigtails said as she approached the table. "Hi." Lynn blurts out in recognition. "Coffee please." Lynn gazed at the women as she just stood there smiling. The same old Indian women who sold her the trinket. "Anything else?" The women asked with a huge smile. "Well yes." Lynn started. "That thing I bought from you. What did you say it would do to my dreams?" Lynn perked up for a response attentively. "The Dream Catcher will keep you safe." The women said with a huge smile. "It may also give you your inner desires in a dream." Said the tall Indian man standing at the foot of her bed. The tall dark man that had fueled her sexual desires. The sound of gunfire rang out from the television speakers. She pulled the covers up around her and curled up on the bed in fear. The Indian just stood there in a fixed stance. The man took a slow step towards her. Lynn pulled the sheets up to her chin. "Who are you?" Lynn blurts out. "Little Breeze." The sound echoed lightly in the room. Lynn looked around the room then back to where the man had been standing. He had vanished before her very eyes. She looked all around the room and reached for the light switch. Turned it on and the room became bright. The motel room was empty. Lynn looked at the doorknob and it was still locked. "My mind's playing tricks on me. Highway madness or something." Lynn thought as she got up and went to the bathroom with caution. Reaching her hand in and flipping on the light then going in. After flushing she got up and walked out turning the light off. She looked in the mirror and saw the old Indian women's reflection just as the light went off. She stopped dead in her tracks and quickly turned the light back on. Stepping back she saw herself in the mirror. She eased out of the room and turned the light off again. Lynn looked around the room then sat on the bed. An eerie feeling was growing inside her. She pulled the covers over her as she rolled over to turn out the light and saw the Dream Catcher was gone. Lynn sat up and looked on the floor and saw it lying there beside the bed. She reached down and picked it up. Then sat the Dream Catcher on the nightstand. Turning the light out and snuggling into her covers. She looked around the room again and settled in to watching the snowy pictured late night movie. Her mind raced with possibilities for her strange thoughts. "Did I dream all this?" She thought of the Indian brave. Wanting his ravishing yet not knowing him. The pure thought of someone taking her as he did and never so much as saying a word. He was alluring and erotic, as was his name, "Little Breeze." His image filled her mind while she breathed deeply. The feel of a warm hand run gently along her back and along her spine. Goose pumps spread all over her body. She tightened at first touch but settled into the gentleness that massaged her back sensually. The hand trailed over her curves and contours. The warm feel of a large body close behind her. His scent was recognizable as was the feel of his strong hands. His hot breath graced her neck as he kissed her lightly. His hand continuously roamed her body with powerful grasps. She nestled into him willing. Her mind was not telling her to take caution. Her body was pressing into him instinctively. Her back still to him the man pulled her closer. She submitted to his will fully. He brought his hardness to her slit and pressed into her with light surges of his body. Gripping Lynn tightly, they made light pushes into each other. They began to rock together as he thrust deeper and deeper. She thrashed her body backward to his pumping strides. The clashing of flesh and tightening muscles intensified. Lynn gave in fully to her desires and drove herself to greeting the ramming thrusts of her dream-man. Reaching back with her hand and pulling him to her with his rocking beat. She moaned out loudly as she felt a wave of warmth cum from her. Thrashing on the bed with her hands between her legs. Rubbing herself slowly and sensually. Her fingers were wet and her heart was racing. Lynn froze and looked around. Seeing that the television was on and the days light just dawned lightly through the window. She yawned and stretched, bumping her hand into the bedpost. There on the bedpost was the Dream Catcher. She gazed at it a moment while waking. Noticing that there was a feather missing from it. There were three hanging together and three hanging together, now two hung off one end. She searched the floor around the bed. Remembering having one in her hand. Pulling the covers back and looking high and low for the other feather. Finally giving up the search and packed her things for the days long journey. She loaded her car and walked to the tiny motel cafe. Finding her a seat and taking a menu from the centerpiece. Glancing quickly as she heard the approaching waitress. Dropping the menu from her face to see the waitress. "Hello, what can I get you?" Asked a young waitress with long black hair. "Coffee." Lynn smiled as she put the menu up. "Coming right up." The waitress said turning and walking away. "Excuse me." Lynn blurted out and the waitress stopped and turned around. "Who is that?" Lynn asked pointing at a painting on the wall of the old Indian women whom had sold her the Dream Catcher. "That’s Little Breeze. A medicine women." The waitress said with a glowing smile. "Little Breeze?" Lynn said slowly and drawn out. Her mind raced to sort out the name. "Yes, she's a legend from a long time ago. Myth has it if you were kind to her she granted you wishes with feathers." The waitress said with a chipper way about her. "She was a healer of souls." Looking at Lynn then went for the coffee. Lynn's head perked up as she gazed at the picture. She reached over and pinched herself and felt the sting of the pinch. "I'm awake." She thought with a grin on her face. After a quick cup of coffee and another to go. With a brief history lesson on the local folklore from the talkative young women with long black hair. She tipped the waitress generously, got in her car and out on the road. The trip to Los Angeles was short compared to the long thoughts of her new purchase. The Dream Catcher lay in the seat next to her the whole way. She got to know its every stitch and bead. The different size feathers and the way of its weavings. Its webbing strands mesmerized her. Her thoughts of the Indian man and the old women filled her mind. "Wow, what a dream," she thought.