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have been fed by her unresolved anxieties and questions. In her dream, she watched as her friends talked about her while she was passed out in her bed.
    “Okay, she’s good,” Krystal said as the others moved to leave. “Let’s lock the door. Oh, and leave the keys by the door so she can find it when she wakes up.”
    In the dream, her friends were leaving and locking her in. Her clothes were intact and in their proper place as she laid prone on the bed, not moving.
    Then… he was just there—her dance partner. The gorgeous hunk with the magician’s hands materialized before her. He came out of nowhere and he was just there, staring down at her with his warm, heavy lidded, sexy eyes.
    “What are you doing here?” he asked her, even when it was him who was in her room. She was awake and looking up at him with eyes pleading in need.
    She wanted to fall into those sad eyes of his. He looked like he was in pain. But he smiled.
    “I am sorry, but I am glad. You are my reward, Beautiful. Give yourself to me. You want me, don’t you?”
    She wanted him, but she didn’t move since she was still wondering how to ask how he’d gotten in.
    “You resist me?”
    No, no, I want you.
    He smiled. “Oh… I know you do. I wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t summoned me, Beautiful.”
    Then he bent and he started to kiss her. She immediately kissed him back, and the kiss turned into something hungry and alive and fiery. His hands were both rough and tender as he explored her, as he did away with her clothes in wanting to reach her skin. She, too, tried to tear his clothes off of him. She wanted to feel him. She wanted his naked skin against her naked skin. She wanted to burn for him.
    I need you… I want you…
    “Yes, Beautiful?” He’d answered as if he’d heard her mind speak. But he soon paid no heed to her because he was suckling on her tits, pulling at them gently but firmly with his teeth and devouring them.
    Ow! There! She’d found her voice. No. That had been a shout in her head. She had no voice. Ow. It hurts… she whimpered.
    “The pain will become pleasure, Beautiful,” he stated, roughly parting her thighs with his own hard thighs.
    There was a wrenching noise as he tore at her bra, and another smaller ripping sound as he yanked her panties off of her body, exposing her sex. He lowered herself and she felt her ass leave the bed as he lifted her lower torso and glued his mouth on her cunt.
    Ahhh… ahhhhhh!
    He kissed her there like he was French kissing her mouth, his tongue flicking at her clit like it was her tongue and slipping inside her folds like they were her lips. She shivered and trembled and shook with pleasure! She had never been subjected to such expert manhandling. He continued to draw on her clit, slipping it between his teeth and sucking that she found herself screaming, though it was all inside her head.
    She imploded. Or exploded. Whatever… it was a full-blown orgasm and it threw her into an ocean of heat wave that did not release her until he was done. And then he rose, fully-naked, and he came back to her, and she could feel his meat nudging at her soaked opening as she groggily came back to earth.
    What the fuck… how could you… it was so… I have never…
    I can do more, he promised. And she realized… he just talked to her without speaking!
    And then he pierced her. She cried, startled, at his hugeness. She was already wet, so wet from her juices and his saliva, but it was still an excruciating, wedging fullness.
    Ahh! No. You’re too…
    It had been a long time since her last boyfriend, and he had not been as big as the meat that she felt wedged inside her sex right then. She felt like she would burst.
    She struggled against him, or thought she did. This magician was too much. He held her to him like he had more than two hands, strong hands like vices, and she wiggled and pushed away from the pain. But for some reason, he started to become lesser… like he was getting smaller,