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dipped into the sides of the denim and she forced the fabric away, past his hips. Blue and white boxers were no match for her need. She tugged down the front, too anxious to do more. The red head of his uncircumcised dick rested against his pubic hair, a prize waiting in that curly, black nest. She glanced up, smiled as he slumbered, and let her tongue reach for the head of his cock. Abra tasted the now familiar flavor of him. She suckled like a hungry calf, drawing him inside her mouth.
    He moaned.
    She looked up.
    His eyes opened slowly, the pupils flickering with a faint red light. For an instant, Val seemed puzzled. His eyebrows arched; his tempting, full lips parted. A drawn out sigh fell across the silence.
    Abra swirled her tongue around the head of his dick. He watched as she lifted her face, the tip of his erection sliding free from her wet lips. She crawled across his body until his face came level with hers.
    “What do you want?” he asked in his low voice. Those eyes flashed crimson, the depths of Hell reflected in their midst. When he smiled, his teeth appeared pointed, his tongue a split, snake-like version of something inhuman.
    Abra hesitated. She’d known, all along, from the moment he appeared walking down the hill. The warmth that affected her that day came from a point after death, the dwelling place of nightmares. She remained there, stifled in his body heat, entranced by the unique desire that burned in her body to have him for her own, her very own for all eternity. To have him, to be his, this peculiar desire seemed… unnatural.
    “You’re trying to trick me.” She narrowed her eyes, waiting for him to refute her words.
    He shrugged, the rigid length of his cock challenging her as it moved beneath her navel. “I only offer you what you do not have. Without me, admit it, you felt safe, an autonomous woman with free reign over her life, content in your solitude, in your farm cell. All I ask you is if that’s what you really want. Is it?”
    “It’s all I need.” She spoke with resolve, determined to fight him.
    His eyebrows furrowed tight together, and the signs of his true form faded until he appeared completely human, irresistible and sexy. Val laid his head against the gold hay, the light of dawn glowing across his gold-brown face. Beneath his head, she noticed his t-shirt, rolled into a makeshift pillow. The locks of his shadow-colored hair framed his perplexed countenance. Scarlet fire glittered in his ever-changing eyes. “You show great faith and devotion in yourself.”
    Abra rolled off him to land in the hay. It itched along her naked skin, poking at her curves, and she realized in a distant way that she must have been sleep-walking, that this was not her bed. She closed her eyes and drifted further until, at the sound of a dog barking out in the fields, she opened her eyes and wiped sweat from her brow.
    The air moved in stifling gusts. She didn’t need to check a clock. High noon bore its over-heated orb in the hazy blue sky beyond the open barn door. Standing, she brushed the straw from her backside then glanced around the vast barn her father once used to store the heavy machinery. Daylight spilled through the high rafters in slits of bright white. Dust motes spun and danced, mocking her.
    Though she walked naked toward the open door, stepping on a discarded white shirt, she didn’t feel the chill that ought to be in the autumn air. The noonday demon waited for her, his hellish heat smoldering in the light. The dog went silent. Abra sauntered out into the open air. Val’s truck grinned at her. Waves of heat swam across her field of vision, blurring the edges of all she stared at. The screen door tapped against its frame. She climbed the steps to the porch, crossed the peeling wood in seven long strides and went inside.
    Val sat at her kitchen table, his shirt missing and every tempting muscle made available for her perusal should she care to do so. Abra bypassed him, glancing