he applied to her. He seemed to want to immerse himself in it. It was not at all the feeling that she experienced from intercourse in her dreams. Now every feeling was real.

Laura threw back her head, and her gaze rested on Janey, standing right at the head of her bed. She was wearing a white nightgown soaked in blood at the level of her hips, her hands were in black mucus. She looked at Laura and smiled.

Laura screamed, jerked, wanted to escape from Robert's embrace, but at that moment he squeezed her body with all his strength, his lips pressed against her neck. And then Laura broke away from reality, feeling like a wave covered her. She seemed to be choking, she began to twist, her body wriggled. Robert painfully squeezed her waist in his strong hands, dug his hips into her bosom, the strains on his arms and neck tightened, and he froze. Laura could feel his seed pouring inside her. When her gut squeezed him to a drop, he fell exhaustedly on her. Laura's thighs still trembled, holding his organ inside. She threw back her head again, but Janey was gone.

A little breathing, Robert raised himself over her elbows and looked where their bodies were still touching. He slowly pulled away, watching his penis coming out of her, leaving behind him a strip of blood and viscous fluid on her thighs. The abundance of his seed did not fit in it and flowed out. Robert touched his fingers to her vagina and plunged them into it. In her womb everything was wet and hot. He looked into her eyes, then pressed his lips to hers.

Night 42. That same night, Laura again had her terrible vision. She did not see anything, there was a fog before her eyes, only the sensations seemed real. She felt herself kneeling completely naked, with her legs spread apart. She realized that it was not Robert who was with her, when someone's hands with so much strange hard skin she knew began to caress her body. The fingers ran along the stomach, describing the circles, then moved higher, clasping the bowls of the breasts, gently squeezing them, stroking the shoulders, dropping their hands, again going over to the stomach. Sometimes palms clasped hips and squeezed them. Laura's body was moving. She realized that she was sitting on the belly of a creature caressing her, his body was immersed in it. His hands directed her body, forcing her to rise and fall. His body filled it entirely, bursting in the vagina, the threshold. Her hands rested on his chest, helping her to keep her balance. Every movement of his body made her body flex. And his hands without stopping caressed her. So she felt his fingers dive between them and began to caress the entrance to her womb. When her fingers began to gently break inward to the beat with the penetration of his body, stretching her vagina, Laura swayed, she threw back, her hands rested on his knees. And his fingers more and more quickly caressed her most intimate place, his hips began to move more vigorously, making the friction of the organ inside her stronger, raising him to the top of pleasure. Here the demon abruptly raised himself and pressed against her body, his hands clasped her camp and pulled her to him. Laura felt how her nipples rub against his hard breasts, how their bellies hit each other, as if their genitals had grown together. For the first time their lips merged, Laura felt how his long and strong tongue penetrated her mouth, caressed her sky, intertwined with her tongue. Contrary to the will, her movements, already uncontrolled by his hands, accelerated, became sharper, his hands tightened around her back, her head lay back, a moan escaped from her mouth, her lips pressed to her peak, when Laura heard her name. There was a roar of rage, her bosom suddenly emptied, and she opened her eyes.

Morning 42. Robert was leaning over her, his hand stroking her hair. He tried to calm her down, deciding that she was having a nightmare. Laura smiled at him and stroked his cheek.

Robert moved closer to her, his hand resting on her knee, pulling his foot toward himself. She flinched as he jerked her leg, throwing it over her waist. His palm crawled up her leg, sometimes squeezing her, until she grabbed her buttock and began to pull her toward her. Laura felt the tips of his fingers digging into the skin between her thighs. He stopped abruptly, then his fingers sank deeper into her womb. Robert felt her moisture, and Laura felt that the entrance to her womb was pulsing with unmet desire. His hand again rose higher, clasping her armpits. The big finger lay on the nipple and began to massage it. All this time, his eyes were riveted to her face, he followed her reaction. Laura wanted to close her eyes, but she was afraid to fall into the fog again. Robert leaned against her, her leg was thrown behind his back, and Laura felt his body rest on her thighs. His hand was already completely wrapped around her chest, he slightly pushed the girl away, forcing him to lie on his back. Robert's hand tightly, but at the same time gently squeezed her chest, his mouth wrapped around the other. He greedily dug into the chest, running his tongue over it, clasping more and more flesh. His strong hips opened and chained to the bed of her legs, the organ was pressed between their bellies. Robert's mouth lifted from his chest and began to rise up, until he wrapped his lips around Laura. His hazy look met her eyes, he wrapped his arms around Laura’s face. His hips lifted, the body dived between her thighs, Robert aggressively brought him into her to the very foundation. His hands still wrapped around her face, he did not take his eyes off her, slowly leaving her and making a smooth entry.

Robert's organ filled her from the inside, she could feel it with every cell of her vagina, her senses sharpened. She was not aware of anything around but friction within herself. She led her hips to meet the man with all the strength she was capable of, trying to devour him all. With Robert, she forgot the feeling of disgust at the fact that an alien body covered in scary skin invades her with incredible force, that the scary monster is pressed against her body, that his hands touch her delicate skin, that his moisture merges with hers. She felt bliss from the fact that the organ of the beloved man seemed to live his life inside her, reaching every corner, caressing her walls, pulsing and wriggling. They simultaneously came from a long groan, and Laura froze, feeling his seed spread inside her. Robert loosened his arms slightly, continuing to make light movements inside her. His arms wrapped around her head and pulled her close. They fell asleep without separating.

A few days later, Robert and his father left. From that first night, they were no longer together, afraid of being caught. But when they met somewhere in the corridors and halls of the castle, they sneaked on each other.

Morning 46. The next morning, Laura took part in the hunt, arranged by Mark and his friends. The men were busy chasing the boar, and Laura fell behind. The sun was shining brightly, a light breeze was blowing, and she was beginning to sleep. She dreamed that she was in her bedroom. She had just taken a bathroom, put on a robe, and returned to the room. Laura went to the large mirror and began to comb her long hair. At first, she did not pay attention to the stirring in the folds of her clothes, until in the reflection in the mirror something attracted her attention. Someone stood behind her. Laura abruptly turned around, but there was no one in the room. But the sensations did not deceive her - someone's hands tried to open her robe. She turned back to the mirror, the comb fell out of her hands. Behind her stood a demon - he looked like a man, but his entire body was covered with red-brown rough skin, his muscles were unrealistically embossed, his facial features only vaguely resembled human ones. The demon was looking at her in the mirror, and his arms were twisted around her waist, making her way through the gown of the robe to her still moist body.

Laura lowered her eyes, but did not see anything except the diluted edges of the clothes, which opened her flesh more and more to the gaze. And so both her breasts, white and taut, were freed from the fabric. His stiff fingers clasped her breasts, as if weighing them. In addition to her will, Laura closed her eyes, putting her chest under the caressing touch of her hands, the fingers of which then slowly led through the pale-blue veins on the elastic hemispheres, then they rolled the nipple peas. One of her hands ran across her back, sank lower and freed her buttocks from the veil of clothes. And then Laura's eyes fell on the demon's organ in the reflection, which was so huge that at first she could not believe her eyes. As if hypnotizing his victim, the monstrous organ lifted its pointed head. The demon pressed against Laura’s back, unconsciously she spread her legs, as if deprived of her will. His cock squeezed between the legs of the girl, she could feel his heat and firmness.

With his hands the demon began to look for a way for the weary looking organ. When the fingers groped for the narrow entrance to her womb, the demon's composure left him. The member invaded Laura, stretching his moist lips to the limit.

Laura did not feel the pain that seemed inevitable, but it seemed to her that a stone was thrown into it, which moved deeper and deeper, crushing and crushing everything in its path. Her legs were no longer on the floor, she was again in zero gravity, supported only by the member thrust into her and with her hands clasping her chest and stomach. His fingers ran over her stiff nipples, caressed her stomach, sometimes dropping lower, caressing the threshold of her vagina.

Laura tried several times to squeeze her legs, free herself, but her strength began to leave her, dark circles appeared before her eyes, the whole room swam somewhere and began to slowly rotate. She then fell into darkness, then emerged to the surface. And the thrusts inside it did not cease, with each blow the organ penetrated deeper and deeper, and more and more penetrated.

She almost did not realize that her hands were squeezing the demon's hands, covering her breasts, not letting them let go of her flesh, that her legs tremble from pleasure, sweet pain spread throughout her body. The demon's movements became faster, his palms massaged her breasts without stopping, he abruptly knelt, lowering the girl’s stomach on the floor, leaning on top. His hips moved into her buttocks, her legs were widely separated, she could not reduce them, his body pushed forward her constricted uterus, which responded to the waves of pleasure.

And suddenly Laura was covered with a wave of convulsions. Losing consciousness, she felt her vagina shrink to unbelievable size, pushing the petrified organ in her throbbing body.