by Olivia Essex
"Y-y-yes."
Master's voice suddenly firmed, "Stop stuttering so that I might understand you."
With a terrified little bleat, Simon stopped shaking and held his breath until he thought he might pass out. Once the dizziness had passed, he felt calmer. "I found a virgin for you, Master."
"Which one?"
"The college student."
To Simon's consternation, Persius, Master's black cat, suddenly jumped onto the Master's lap. He was oddly disoriented by the cat, as it appeared to float in mid-air.
"Refresh my memory."
"Regan Pasthalopolis. She's Greek. Young, pretty, innocent."
Persius craned his neck and purred loudly as one of his ears appeared to fold in on itself.
"You are certain she's a virgin? I don't need to remind you what happened last time you were wrong..." The Master's voice trailed off coldly.
Simon's legs turned to jelly, and he unconsciously touched the missing finger on his left hand. "No, Master, no reminders are necessary. Her medical records indicate she was pure at her last checkup, only days ago."
"You have done well."
Simon sagged slightly from relief. "When do you wish to leave, sir?"
Persius stood up and pressed his head against what Simon presumed was the Master's stomach. The cat's ears flattened, and his fur suddenly stuck out. Although Simon had witnessed it many times, he was still amazed as he watched the impression in the cat's fur as Master's hand slowly rubbed down Persius's back, making the cat arch in pleasure.
"We shall allow the girl to fall asleep first, Simon. She will no doubt arrive back late from the sorority's Halloween party. If I am lucky, she will be inebriated enough to allow me to finish."
Simon swallowed nervously, remembering the many failures he'd witnessed in his own lifetime. He hoped the Pasthalopolis girl would be different. He wanted her to liberate the Master so that he could be freed in return.
Regan entered her dorm room on unsteady legs, knowing she'd gone beyond the limit of two beers she'd set for herself. Once she'd been in the main room, surrounded by the other students, she'd found herself being persuaded to drink more.
Ricky Fenterstein, dressed in his football uniform, but with enough modifications to pass as the victim of a car accident, had done his best to get her to drink to oblivion. After her fourth beer, he'd lured her from the luridly decorated common room, adorned with spider webs, blood fountains, hanging paper mache bats, jack-o-lanterns, and witches who'd smacked into the walls, into his dorm room.
She'd been quite drunk, but not drunk enough to allow Ricky into her pants. She wasn't about to compromise the principals her minister father had instilled in her for a guy who thought he was the living descendent of Casanova.
He hadn't taken her refusal with grace. In fact, he hadn't planned to take her refusal at all.
His sore balls would remind him of that fact for at least the next few days. Regan hoped it would deter him from similar activities in the future, although she doubted it.
With a sigh, she removed the wings and long white dress that had been her fairy costume.
As she was unfastening her bra, chills suddenly danced down her spine. She turned around abruptly, expecting to see someone in the room with her, but she was alone. Still, she couldn't escape the feeling she was being watched. With a hurried movement, she quickly dropped the white bra and pulled a nightshirt over her head.
Regan was unable to shake off the eerie feeling as she removed the tiara from her thick, black hair and brushed out the strands until they fell straight to her shoulders. "Don't be silly, Regan." She dropped the brush on her vanity table and reached for a makeup cloth. Everything but the bright red lipstick was easily removable.
After giving up on removing the lip rouge, Regan smothered a yawn and crawled into bed. It was freezing, so she turned on the electric blanket. Her eyes were heavy from lack of sleep and too much alcohol, and they soon closed.
Her even breathing told him she was asleep, but Kevah decided to wait a bit longer. He had until sunrise to finish the seduction, and he enjoyed the sight of her young beauty. The black hair spread across her white pillow inspired lascivious thoughts of running his fingers through the mass. Or having the strands swirl around his thighs as she orally pleasured him.
Sooty black lashes, thick and curly, hid lustrous dark eyes. Rosy color bloomed in her cheeks, and the vivid red of the remaining lipstick made her lips appear full and luscious.
His eyes moved lower, trying to catch a glimpse of her beautiful breasts. Kevah had gotten a brief look before she'd dressed in the nightshirt, and what he'd seen had only whetted his appetite. Unfortunately, the blanket was not pulled taut across her chest, and his vision was obscured.
His movements were languid as he rose from the floor and approached the narrow bed where his virgin slept peacefully. Kevah knew he must handle things delicately. He'd had three hundred years to practice but still had not succeeded. He was tired of this interminable half-existence and longed for Regan to be the one to break the spell.
His touch was a whisper, his hands nearly phantom caresses, as he pulled back the blanket. Tiny shivers ran through her body, making him aware of the chill in the room for the first time. He paused to see if her eyes would open, but her breathing remained deep and steady.
Satisfied that she was deeply asleep, Kevah ran a hand through her hair. He smiled as the silky strands clung to his fingers.
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