The darkness felt solid as he stepped forward.  No beginning, no end to the ink that surrounded him, but he kept walking, knew he had to keep going.  It felt like an eternity; that walk through the dark.  Then all the sudden a door appeared, open, a soft light emanating from within.

            Stepping in he stopped, a woman was on the bed, pearly skin glowing in the dim flicker of the candles strewn across the room.  Blinking in wonder when he opened his eyes he was on top of her, teeth sinking into her stomach.  The feel of that soft flesh between his teeth caused him to harden further, if it was possible.  The taste of blood filled his mouth, making him groan softly at the metallic wash in his mouth.  He had such a feeling of control, of complete dominance running through his veins.   His body was shivering from the force of it.

            Blinking again he was inside her.  Her tight pussy was hugging every inch of his engorged cock sending thrills of pleasure through him.  His thrusts were slow, deliberate, savoring her slick folds around him, encasing him in molten heat.  Then everything started to waver as he gazed into her dark eyes, brown eyes filled with lust, need, and something else, something darker swirling within their depths.

            Opening his eyes with a curse he stared at the white ceiling of his dorm room.  As soon as the haze of sleep lifted from his mind the images of his dream came flooding back.  With those memories he felt the throb of his raging erection.

            Groaning he attempted to run his hand through his unruly hair, failing miserably.  Grumbling he looked at the clock not happy it was before noon on his day off.  Sitting up in the bed he pulled the sheet off cursing softly as it swirled around his cock. 

            Three nights in a row he had it, three nights with the same dreams.  A dream with a girl he didn’t know, one that he’d never seen, a fantasy girl who loved to be dominated…  The memories made him ache even more.

            Standing up he searched for a pair of jeans, a shower was in the forefront thoughts in his head.  He hoped the pounding water would make him forget his dream.  Walking out his door he knew in the back of his mind he could never forget those burning eyes.

            A week later he stood in front of the mirror, wiping away the steam.  Damp blond hair hung around his face before pushing it away.  The dream haunting his every waking moment, every time he closed his eyes he saw it, saw her.  He could still feel her body against his; hear her moans, and those wonderful whimpers.

            He couldn’t concentrate- every thought of her making him painfully hard.  Everyone else he came in contact with that used to turn him on didn’t anymore.  It was driving him crazy, nothing he tried could stop the dream, and part of him didn’t want it to stop.  Getting dressed quickly he knew what to do.

He’d had enough, he needed to get out and drive the thoughts of that succubus from his mind.  Stepping into the pulse of the club he had one mission, one thought in his mind, seduction.  Many watched him, interest apparent in their eyes, but he passed them all, searching for the perfect target.  Then he saw her, off to the side, leaning against the wall.

He slowly approached her, studying her, planning what he wanted