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I know you're watching ((Candira and Lord Hack))

She would only get warmer, the feeling growing more and more pleasant as she watched the movie, slowly lulling her into a calm, pleasant state, making her a bit... tired. Would she fall asleep? It depended on the kind of person she was, if she could sleep in public, or after being so paranoid, but if she did, she would dream, and dreams were his realm.
 
No doubt she would be afraid when she woke up, but she couldn't ignore the feelings that were surrounding her. So comfortable that she'd actually dozed off, Sophia closed her eyes and gave herself over to the world of dreams.
 
She was still in the theater, still watching the movie, but next to her was a very attractive man. No, not a man, he had horns, his nails seemed more like claws, wings extended past his shoulder, and he had a spaded tail that seemed to wrap around her back. Still, he was warm, so very warm, she was resting on his shoulder, and it was more comfortable than any pillow, his warm arm around her, he glanced away from the screen to look at her body, slowly licking his lips as he did.
 
Sophia's dreamy self tore her silver eyes away from the screen and looked over to the man who was holding her. He was very warm, and comfortable. The horns, wings, and tail should have set off a few red flags in her, but she was too comfortable. Before she could see his hungry sense looking at her, she turned her head back to the screen. It was just nice to be with him at the moment. She was very trusting in her dreams.
 
It was really too good, how easy she'd been to entrance. Just a few moments ago she was running scared from just about everything, now, she was his play thing, a dear resting itself against the lion. He reached his head around, and slowly began kissing her neck, soft and sensualy, letting his teeth just graze against the bare flesh.
 
She shivered as his lips and teeth scraped against his neck. It was difficult to concentrate on the movie, not that she was annoyed by the way he attempted to get her attention. Her soft brown hair slid away from the spot he was kissing and she tilted her head so that he would have more skin to kiss. It just felt too good to pass up.
 
He continued to kiss at her, slowly letting his teeth sink into her flesh, careful not to draw blood, he wasn't a vampire after all, and he soon went back to simply kissing the spot, licking over the slight wound he'd left. The theater began to get darker and darker, as though the movie screen was getting further and further away, and she could only barely make out the sound track, as if she were under water. Slowly, one of his hands reached down, and began to pull that blue shirt up slowly, revealing her stomach.
 
Shivers ran down her spine and she groaned softly as his kissed her, biting down just enough to make her whimper. She knew there would be a mark there later, but she didn't really care. Sophia frowned and let his hand start to pull up her shirt and she just barely realized that she couldn't see or hear the movie anymore. Not that she really cared at this point.
 
He pulled away from her just long enough to pull her shirt over her head. When the cloth no longer blocked her eyes, when her shirt was pulled cleanly off, the movie was completely gone, not a single light, only the empty theater, her soft little body, and the demon playing with it. He easily undid her bra and tossed it aside, his hands going to her breasts, fingers slowly drawing circles around her nipples, but never touching them, as he began to kiss at her neck once more.
 
Sophia closed her eyes, and moaned softly as his fingers teased her, the feeling of her missing garments not really bothering her at this point. All that mattered was the feeling of his lips against her skin and the way his fingers teased her nipples until they stood at attention without even touching them. Everything felt so good that she didn't think anything could have possibly been wrong with the situation.
 
She was in a state of bliss... and it was only going to grow stronger as he continued to work at her. In the real theater, she'd let out a few moans in her sleep, but not loud enough for the few other patrons to pay any attention. As her nipples hardened, he gave each a hard pinch, one hand staying to draw figure eights on her two breasts, the other sliding down her body, unbuttoning the tight jeans and sliding them off her legs, before moving up to rub at her crotch through her panties.
 
Sophia moaned softly as he continued to play with her breast, his free hand removing her pants. She closed her eyes and groaned as he rubbed at her pussy. The sleeping woman began to feel moisture and heat gather at the meeting of her thighs and wondered how long this would go on.
 
He continued to rub her panties up against her pussy for a few moments, his lips slowly moving up off her neck to kiss at her ear. Finally, after a few moments, he stopped teasing her, and pulled her panties down, taking his time slipping them down her long legs, taking them all the way off. "Spread your legs." he whispered against her ear, as he repositioned himself, placing one leg against hers.
 
Her breathing, at some point, had become deeper, harsher. In the time it had taken him to get her naked, she'd become a ball of sexual tension. It didn't take much persuasion to get her to open to him. Her legs spread at his command and she shivered as he kissed at her ear again. She wished she could see him better, but for now, this was fine.
 
He moved around to the front of her, straddling her, throwing his arms around her neck, and kissing her lips, slipping his long, somewhat pointed tongue past her lips. As he did, to leathery tendrils would slowly wrap around her ankles, tying her to the seat she was in, and keeping her legs spread for him. Soon after, two move were against her wrists, keeping them against the chair, as he thrust his hard cock inside her, a single, powerful thrust, going into her as deep as he could.
 
She kissed him back, letting his long tong dance with hers, the strange sensation only furthering her attraction to the strange man before her. Though it was unsettling to feel herself be strapped in, she was too distracted by the cock that slammed into her pussy. Sophia gasped and bit gently on his bottom lip, her hands clenching the arms of her chair.
 
The leathery tendrils tightened slightly against her limbs, though they didn't squeeze tight, simply made sure she wouldn't be going anywhere. Not that it seemed she wanted to, her whole body was putty in his hands, and he began stroking slowly at her hair, pulling out slightly before thrusting roughly into her again, his lips never moving away from hers, his teeth grazing against her upper lip, as his tongue moved all around her mouth, almost seeming long enough to wrap around her own.
 
She moaned into his lips, enjoying the sparing match between their tongues, though his was quite a bit longer than hers. Her hips moved just a little as he slammed into her again, her body really unable to do more than simply enjoy him. The way he touched her set her on fire. She wanted more of him now that he'd given her a taste. She didn't even mind that she was bound at this point. Ordinarily, she might have been frightened.
 
So paranoid and horiffied just moments ago, now she was his little toy, if he pulled away, he'd beg for him to come back, tied to that little seat. But he wasn't going anywhere, not yet any way, he pulled back, than thrust into her again, harder, deeper, beginning to build up a steady rythem as she groaned out beneath him.
 
In truth, Sophia had nearly forgotten all of the terrifying things that had happened to her. After her little prayer, she'd been comforted by a presence that she really couldn't explain, and despite the strangeness of her dream, that comforting feeling had remained. She kissed him passionately and groaned softly as he continued to plow into her, her hips starting to work with him.
 
He gave a slight groan as he felt her body beginning to work against his own, pulling his lips from hers for one slow moment. "Mmm, that's it little Sophia" he moaned, before once more planting his lips on hers, biting her bottom lip lightly, as he gave another hard thrust into her. His voice was dark, but in a mysterious, comforting way.
 
Sophia continued to move her hips with him as he plunged in and out of her. She moaned softly as he bit her bottom lip a little. How he knew her name didn't matter at the moment. All that mattered was that he didn't stop. Her back arched and she pressed herself a little closer to him as he continued to take her.
 
He had no intentions of stopping, not until she awoke, and if he still wanted to play with her, she would find that quite impossible. For now however, he wasn't doing anything to her outside of the dream, where he thrust into her again and again, feeling her body desperately trying to get more from him, wanting more and more of the pleasure he was forcing on her. "Mmm, so tight little Sophia..." he groaned out, pulling his lips from her once more.
 
She moaned again, groaning as he kept pushing into her. "So good," she whimpered. Her body continued to work against his as she got closer and closer to orgasm.
 
"Mmm, that's right, tell me how good it is." he said, giving another hard, deep thrust into her, slowing down slightly, as he could tell how her pleasure was building. "Tell me how much you want it, how you need it. mmmm." he groaned, giving another hard, slow thrust.
 
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