He squeezed her and thrust upward into her wet and warm hole. Azar’s head fell to the ground and rolled away but a few feet. The darkness of the room was almost overbearing. He was covered in sweat and his heart beat rapidly in his chest. ‘Wa..was that all a dream?’ He shook his head and felt his emotions spike deep within him, feeling a remnant of the dream’s passion. Her figure seemed to grow larger and her voice louder. “Get your things, lad. As Bareth sheathed his sword he couldn’t help but ponder the words of the vampire and feel a deep void in his chest. His dark eyes were locked onto the knight and he smiled devilishly. He could barely see the pews in front of him. It’s shrill sounds rang from somewhere within the walls of the great and ancient castle. She ran her black eyes along the full length of Adar and bit her lip. Scratches and cuts could be seen along their flesh as they rolled and pressed up against the flowers.
