I settled myself into a deep meditation and let’s the tendril free. It rushed to her with such tenacity that it sent a shutter down my spine. She was waiting in the dreamscape meadow. Just where I left her. Good girl.

When she spotted me in the distance, she jumped up and took off at a sprint. Even here, her breasts bounced and her hair swirled in the coastal air. The combination threatened to bring me to my knees, and I was hard and longing for her in an instant. I caught her, sending us tumbling to the dirt entwined.

Our lips collided together, and she started pummeling in punches. Her hot tears felt like my own on my face. And though I tried to pull her close to me tenderly, she resisted with a fury I had never before seen her unleash. Through the connection I could sense her desire to be fucked by me burn as intense as her desire to kill me where I stood.

“How could you leave me here? You fucking asshole.”

“You know I had to.”

Her panting revealed her inner struggle, and I went in with my hands to subdue her. I caught her at the wrists and she still writhed and tried to fight. I threw us both to the ground, and the dirt around us felt cool. It was scented with the tall grass crushed from our struggle.

I sat on top of her now, my hips pressing down heavy against hers. I loved the sight of her pale skin restrained against my dead grey hands. Her hair fanned out around her like a halo and I longed to keep her here, in utter submission and safety for the rest of my existence.

“Ok, little human, you are going to do exactly what I say.” I growled and made my dream eyes flood black.

She kept on fighting and the force of her hips struggling against mine was intoxicating. “Fuck you.” She hissed.

“Oh, trust me. You’re going to.”

“You can fight me, but I’m always going to protect you, even if it means leaving your sorry ass behind where I know you’re safe.”

“You can’t just tell me what to do. You don’t own me.”

“I do own you, Mate. And judging by the scent of you, you fucking love it,” I say, as I shift one hand down the length of her body to circle, into her pants.

She now had one hand free and wasted now time pulling out the little dagger. I saw the glint of it as she raised it to my throat.

“I will bleed you dry,” she said through her teeth, but a moan escaped to the surface.

“Oh, you certainly will, but it won’t be the taste of my blood on your lips tonight.”

I flicked the dagger aside and as she scrambled after it. I used her momentum to turn her so her soft stomach was pressed hard into the dirt. I pulled a fistful of her hair to sit her up until her back crashed into my chest, and I pressed my sharp alien teeth into her neck, pricking her just slightly to send a tingle through her. I could feel her trembling, not from fear, but the force of her desire desperately wanting to break free.