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

She breathed harder, moaning as he thrust into her again. "Oh! I...I need you inside me....so good, I'm losing my mind! Please, don't stop! I need you!" she said, continuing to thrust her hips against his. She adjusted to his slower speed and prayed that she could hold on.
 
"Losing your mind..." he repeated with another hard thrust into her. "Yes, that's it, give it up, simply give in to pleasure..." he said, thrusting in again, growing faster once more, faster, faster, before slowing down, groaning out with his own pleasure.
 
She moaned louder and louder until she was practically screaming with pleasure, hanging on by a thread. "I...I'm gonna cum!"
 
"Good girl." he said simply as she moaned out her warning, giving another hard thrust into her, and simply leaving his cock deep inside her, groaning out with his own pleasure.
 
She came hard after a long moment, moaning loudly, twisting her body in pleasure as he buried himself inside of her. After a few intense moments of pleasure, she caught her breath and leaned back in the chair, her eyes closed as she sat there in the dark with him inside of her, the leathery restraints keeping her down.
 
"mmm... such a good little girl for me..." he moaned out, continuing to thrust into her, until he came as well, his seed shooting into her in warm, thick shots, again and again, until there was nothing more, the demon moaning and groaning the whole time. Once he was done, his cock still inside her, he began to stroke at her hair. "Now was that so bad little Sophia? What were you running from?" he asked, kissing her left ear slowly.
 
Sophia relaxed as he ran his fingers through her silky brown hair. When he began to speak, however, a terrible feeling in her stomach started to stir. "I...It wasn't bad at all...but I was afraid. Strange things had been happening to me all night. Then I got that text...I was scared, so I ran. Wait...were you that man that disappeared?" she asked.
 
A finger moved over her lips, stroking them from side to side slowly, and silencing her. "It doesn't really matter who I am Sophia, as long as I please you." he said, grinning widely, though she wouldn't be able to see him through the darkness.
 
She frowned and wished yet again that she could see him. "How do you know my name?" she asked, logic starting to wear on her dream-like state.
 
Logic, the more she thought on details like that, the more likely she was to wake up, but Kelrock didn't care. He'd gotten what he wanted, for now. "I know a lot about you little Sophia. Who you are. What you like. What you desire..."
 
"You...you're starting to scare me," she said softly. "How could you possibly know all of that about me?" she asked softly.
 
"Do you really care?" he asked, still kissing at her ear, the leathery restraints flexing slightly. "Haven't you dreamed of a man who knows what you dream of?" he asked, smirking at the irony.
 
She shivered as he kissed at her ear. "I do care a little. I would feel a lot safer if I knew something." Sophia still couldn't see anything as she sat with him, still naked as he kissed her, whispering things to her. He was turning her on just a little, but it was canceled out by the fear that he could be someone who would hurt her. "At least tell me what you want," she pleaded, her voice soft.
 
"I already told you..." he said, licking the outside of her ear. "I want to please you. I want to make your body feel pleasure you've only imagined before. I want you to feel good, to beg for more." he said, pulling away from her just slightly. "Does that sound so bad?"
 
"No," she admitted as he pulled away a little. "Would you tell me your name?" she asked. "Is that really so much to ask?" Her eyes searched the darkness. She could tell that he was near, but she couldn't see his face at all.
 
"Kelrock..." he said simply, giving her neck another kiss. His name didn't matter after all, even if it did sound... exotic to her, she wouldn't guess the truth, his body still in the darkness, too dark to be seen.
 
Sophia took in that bit of information before her body was pulled back to the real world. She jumped as the usher woke her up and asked if she was alright. "Yeah, sorry...I must have been more tired than I thought," she said with a small smile. She collected her things and then exited the theater, frowning as she remembered the terrible things that she'd gone through tonight...and that strange dream. With a yawn, she got into her car and drove home, not bothering with her music this time. Once she got there, she took the book out of the back of her car and locked it up before heading back inside.

"I need to get out more," she said with a little sigh. When was the last time she'd gone out on a date? No wonder she was having those kinds of dreams. Feeling tired, the redhead decided to just change and go to bed early. Her soft, blue shirt was traded for an oversized t-shirt and her pants were shed altogether. No need for them, after all. She removed some of the pillows from her bed and then climbed in under the covers, turning the lights out so she could get back to sleep.
 
Nothing even the least bit odd happened to her on the way back home, or as she changed, nothing at all, until she fell asleep, which didn't take very long at all. He immidiatly began to play with her dream, changing it. She was in the theater again, though it was well lit, with nothing showing, and no one there but her, in her new night clothes. As she sat, she'd feel someone, slowly giving her shoulders a slow, sensuous message, but if she turned around, she'd see nothing.
 
Sophia ran a hand through her hair as she walked around barefoot in the theater. After a few moments she sat down and felt some sort of pressure on her shoulders. It didn't go away as she looked around, but no one seemed to be there. Finding that strange, she frowned and looked around her, tensing just a tiny bit.
 
The hands continued to rub at her, messaging her, trying to loosen her muscles, make her less tense, though it seemed to have the opposit effect. Though as he continued to message, her shoulders would begin to feel warm, relaxed.
 
Sophia let the warm feeling start to relax her. Though she was still finding things a bit strange, she let the feeling comfort her, relax her. After all, no one was there. She closed her stormy grey eyes and leaned back a little wondering why the theater was empty, and what she was doing there again.
 
"Just relax...." no one seemed to say it, but the words echoed in her mind in a soft, comforting voice. And as she did, the demon tried to delve into her mind, trying to find everything she wanted in a man. The boys she had gone out with before, the celeberties who she had a crush on, and what she'd dream of without his help.
 
As he delved into her mind, he would find that her ideals were both sweet and dark. Her man had to be kind, funny, someone she felt safe with, but he had to be aggressive, sexy, romantic, almost forceful. So often, the men she went out with fell short of those ideals, in one way or another. Each man was fairly attractive, but he ended up not being smart enough, too self absorbed, too dull, a wimp, or utterly unromantic. There were men of large size and of...honorable mention, but none seemed to satisfy her. She'd had dreams of all sorts of things that didn't really make sense, and very rarely dreamed of men in a sexual way. Her celebrity list was small, though they all had something nice about them--the smile, the hair, the abs, the style, the wit, or that carefree confidence that so many stars seemed to have.

((Totally blanked on names of stars lol. I hope this works for you))
 
(It's fine, just seemed like the cliche thing to look for.)
The typical things for a girl her age, well, a girl who didn't have a man to please her. Every woman had those dark desires at heart, and they were in full view for him. Funny was not exactly his thing, at least not in the traditional sense, he had a very dark, ironic sense of humor. The other things though... well, he knew what woman wanted, and exactly how to play with it. Suddenly, the projector began to run, showing not a movie, but her thoughts. Various men, some of them real, some imaginary, each of them lacking just something, slowly going together one by one.
 
Sophia frowned and watched the screen. What was she eating before bed that made her dream like this? Still, She couldn't understand for the life of her what was happening.
 
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