‘Then what can you know about the darkness? Ugh, dear, what?’ in the semi-dark the demon with a wolf-grin looked at the white cloth, meanly hanging on his index finger.

That’s all. There was no defence on Victoria left and her mind was about to betray her. The man was too pertinacious, too strong and handsome. She couldn’t help wanting him… She couldn’t help rejecting him…

‘…None of you know,’ his hot lips came down on her body, on her belly.

Vic gave a shake. She wanted to open her eyes, to stop charming and making craze touches. But she couldn’t move. She was too much ashamed. But her enjoyment didn’t doze. It penetrated her muscles, forged them with its resilient body. Oh, what an enjoyment! How was it possible not to love it? How to reject it? What a hard-hearted piece of iron you need to be to wipe away this omnibus enjoyment?

‘You part everything into bad and good,’ Kharon was coming down, making her heart almost jump out of her chest, ‘You do it so blindly because you’re injudicious barbarians…’

Teeth. It was a gentle, pleasant bite on her inner part of the thigh. The girl sighed and warped like a snake. His hot breath nibbled her gentle skin, bringing Vic above.

‘What can you know about the truth?’ Kharon hanged over the girl again. ‘Tell me, Victoria. Tell me!’

She couldn’t speak anymore. Her heart was about to stop because of the bliss of touches and kisses. The girl had lack of air to keep on living in that mad stream of emotions.

‘I’m ready to show you the truth… It’s not bad not good. It’s faultlessly pure, spacious and all-consuming. I’m ready to immerse into it with you… right now. Vic, dear… Only one move separates us from the truth…’ Kharon was whispering in her eat, tenderly biting her earlap, burning with his hot breath.

‘Kharon,’ Vic gasped, having wrapped around his body with her legs, ‘I can’t… I can’t reject you anymore.’

‘Ask me then!’ he smiled. ‘I can hear your mind speaking, screaming, begging me to do this move! But I can’t hear your voice! Will you let me show you the absolute?’

‘I will…’ Vic breathed out. ‘Thousand times yes!’

The demon smiled and did that move which Vic had been dreaming about and waiting for several months. She held on his hot back. Under her finger pressure the muscles screamed put and the girl did the same simultaneously, fainting. She thought that because of that tremendous splash of many hormones her hypophysis was going to die, her heart was about to stop, her lungs were going to stop to rich themselves with the oxygen. But no. She kept on breathing. More often. Shallower. Her heart went on beating. Stronger. Faster. Her consciousness was losing itself in her own head.

Time had stopped. The heavy darkness, that didn’t know what mercy was, ran down because of the girl’s scream, but it didn’t leave. It lightened behind the window. It thundered. Why? It was late September… She was feeling so good that she was ready to die in that mind-numbing ecstasy. Insanity. It hovered nearby, saw her thin pale fingers torment the man’s back. They wanted to rip the flesh, to squeeze and cut up carelessly something. To squeeze firm. Her eyes were closed. They didn’t want to see anything. They didn’t want anything in the world to distract them from that what was happening. His strong hands, having no obstacles, studied her body. Her lips didn’t know what tiredness meant. He had so much life and energy in him. He gave her something unbelievable with his every touch. That was something that mind hided deeper than drugs and alcohol.

The storm flooded over, the strongest wind beat down the window with the branches, the weather came unstuck at all. It cried… Victoria screamed, ripping the flesh into parts. The weather screamed, ripping its flesh. The girl opened her eyes. There were huge shadows of wings on the ceiling…

‘Oh, God…’ Vic closed her eyes again.

‘No, dear,’ Kharon whispered, having wrapped her waist around with his arms. ‘I have nothing in common with God.’

After he heard the name of God incomprehension awaked in the demon. He stopped to let almost dead Vic have a rest, to pump air in lungs.

‘Why, dear?’ he whispered. ‘That’s me who’s leading you to the pureness. I’m giving you desirable enjoyment. Why do you say his name?’

The demon started again the passion wheel, firmly squeezing her in his arms, kissing her neck, hearing her heart beat, failed her breathing.

‘I can hear your thoughts. They’re so… passionate. Here you are as you are! Finally, my name sounds… And I like it… how modest it sounds… and I can hear it.’

‘I don’t wanna you stop…’

‘As you wish, my Lady.’ Kharon grinned, penetrating what was going on fully…

Kharon was used to hearing begging women and such kind of speaking. He liked being deified, begged to continue, embrace and kiss. Victoria wasn’t the first and the last who was going crazy in the incubus’s arms…

Almost lifeless, exhausted, fragile girl was relaxing after having had stormy passion. Victoria was lying on her stomach, arms outstretched. She was sleeping in a profound beautiful sleep which she could only dream of.

Her naked body bathed in the night, gently wrapped with a sweet scent. Kharon was nearby. It was the first time in his life he was lying near the woman after coition. He silently was studying the night ceiling, lights reflected on it, silence.

He didn’t know what to do next, how to be, what she would say. Although about “what she would say” he knew the answer – she would say nothing. She would think, imagine, remember, confirm in thought that the night had been the best in her entire life, but she would say nothing.

Victoria hardly moved a little. Kharon surveyed her and rolled over on his side to examine the little horizon border. He smiled.

‘I can’t wait for the morning,’ he informed, having found the girl in a stable.

Victoria was combing a black horse. It was glossy in the broiling sun, stamping with his hoof, stirring the dust beneath and shook its head.

‘You’re here…’ the girl murmured peacefully, turning to him.

The black horse snorted and glanced sideways at the man. Victoria turned to the demon: she was so happy to see him, she missed him so much as if she hadn’t seen him for several weeks.

In a second she turned to be in the passion and strength arms, giving herself again to the demonic creature, thinking of only the dream to be never ended.

While Kharon was destroying the sundress with barely noticeable moves, showing her gentle skin to the soft sunrays, Victoria remembered her having felt those touches recently. Recently she had almost lost her mind, answering for the dizzying, voluptuous kiss of the godlike man.

‘My gentle, sagacious, human miracle,’ Kharon looked into the girl’s eyes. ‘I have to report on my actions if you’re asking me… in your mind. I must give everything I can give to let you understand sex isn’t a two-minutes game between sexes, ending in a messy sleep in exhausted poses. Just recently we have let the huge ball of physical energy out… but in a dream I can do something more that’s impossible to do in a real life…’

Kharon dropped to one knee before excited Victoria, slowly pulling down her panties…

‘Do you confirm my arrogant, insolent invasion into your Edenic dream?’ he whispered, touching her hands with his lips.

‘Yes, I do,’ the banal and usual answer sounded…

The alarm was ringing off in the morning. Victoria opened her eyes and wanted to turn the ear-shredding device off as she understood her not have any physical strength even winkle without saying about move. She commanded her brain to take the cell, but her hands didn’t obey, in replay they cried that nobody understood and heard them not have strength to move.

Victoria tried to move her legs and it turned out to be worse. Her hands weren’t able to do anything, but the girl could feel them, and she couldn’t even feel her legs. She had no any. Her mind didn’t know how to command to make anything obey.