"You wish I were real?" I ask her, intrigued.

"Yes. I guess I'm disappointed really. It's all weird. The nicest thing anyone has ever done for me, and it's a damn dream. On a lighter note..." She looks at me. "Thank you. Even if it's a dream, it's nice to feel appreciated and have a full belly of good food." I remember eating Henry this morning.

"Indeed it is. I myself had a nice breakfast." She smiles.

"Can't relate. Also, I wasted my lunch trying to help a hateful old bag. Should've left her in the street." She huffed. She watches me curiously.

"See something you like?"

"I was watching your eyes." She states. I leer at her, knowing how my appearance affects women.

"Do you like them?" I probe.

"It's so neat how they change colors." My face drops.

"What do you mean?"

"They were light green earlier and now they are entirely black." This concerns me. How can she see that when I'm still human? She reaches towards me and I feel her hands touch my horns. The are rippled and curve back like that of an antelope's.

"Do you see those?" I ask suspiciously.

"Yes. They are magnificent. Are they heavy?" She asks innocently. Her pupils still are blown and trance like since I manipulated her to keep her calm when I ate on that abundance of stored energy. Her reaction to me still has me intrigued.

"What else do you see?" I urge her on.

"You are so tall. You have long pointed teeth. You have claws now." I lick the air between us as her eyes widen. "Your tongue! What are you Nox? May I touch you?" I roll my lips to sneer at her. She nervously reaches to me and I bend towards her. The urge bubbles within my chest. I could drink her dry now and leave. I could glut the rest of her energy and mental goodies and leave. I could torture her to get a healthy helping of fear and just eat her alive. She doesn't go for a horn this time, but my claws. She presses our palms together.

"I can't believe this is a dream..." She breathes out. She leads me by my hand and I stoop to avoid the low ceiling. She puts the food away and the cake. "Even in my dream, I wouldn't waste food." I can sense her relief. Contentment radiates from her and her body stays relaxed. The food and my feeding from her seem to have lightened her. She drags us to her room and plops down on the bed. I stand, peering down at her. "I think I'm in a food coma Nox. I ate two times. Twice. In one night! Maybe that's why I'm hallucinating. In the real world I'm probably talking to myself here, already asleep."

She yawns and stretches, top rising to show a tantalizing sliver of hip and lower abdomen. She reaches up to me and I don't quite know how to act. Women usually only reach for me in lust, there is no lust here. Only the lull of sleep, and desire for comfort. I draw nearer and she grabs me. I read her mind again, finally and I see what she wants. She wants to hold me. This is a human thing, like a display of affection or fondness. I let her take my hand and pull me down to her.

"Thank you." She whispers again as she pulls me tight against her. Heat emitting from her body soon makes me warm and lazy. I really don't require sleep, but I lay with her anyways just to say I have. I've never experienced this, and though I'm dying to kill or hurt her I refrain and settle for her dreams.

Her breathing is even, her face is peaceful and her body lightly twitches as she slumbers. I stay wrapped around her, and I decide to enter her dreams now since it appears she is fully out. Her mind goes back to her fight with that boy and his mistress. She's arguing with his and she attacks the girl, but the girl laughs and holds her down taunting her. "You aren't nothing. Nobody wants you. Nothing you do is good enough." Justin leers over them and his face becomes her father's. "Go ahead and run. You'll die. You'll die without me. You are too meek and stupid. Go die Sera." His face changes back and he punches her. "Go eat your ramen, failure." The force drops her through the floor as she lands back into the street outside her work. Massive trucks loaded with scum bags catcall and reach for her as she runs fast as her legs can carry her. She runs back to her apartment and enters. I am here though. I predicted this and waited for dream Sera to come.

"Nox?" She asks nervously, expecting me to turn on her as the other have so far. I present the cake and pizza. I whisk her off her feet and to her room, snapping to create a trail of petals.

"Yes, Sera?" She buries into me.

"Am I still dreaming? Everything feels so real." In reality I am absorbing all her anxieties and I suckle tenderly from her throat, careful not to drain her yet.

"You are." I lay her down on the bed of roses and I feed her, rubbing the icing on her cheek. She hugs me and I lick the icing away, long tongue finding it's way into her mouth as I lure her into a kiss. I break from her throat and kiss her in reality too. I take control of her dreams and mind, as she follows suit in the real world. I bite her tongue to taste more delicious blood as my hands shed her clothing. Her warmth penetrates my cold skin as pur chests touch. I'm cushioned by her soft breasts between us.

"You're so cold." She whispers.

"Because I need you to warm me." I brush her green hair from her face.

"But this is a dream?"

"Yes. A realistic one, but you have no consequences in this realm." I lie, as we are chest to chest in reality too. I am working her like a puppet, controlling the inside to the out. "Warm me. We need each other. You need my comfort, I need your suffering. Let me have you." Her eyes are dark under my possession as she wraps her legs around me.

"You can have me." I smirk at her as I work my way to her breasts. "What if I don't see you again though?" I feel her melancholy. A little of my own too at the idea of our parting.

"You will. I promise." I reassure, as I make up my mind. She will never experience life without me. Perhaps this is what I've been yearning for, a host. A pet. My own constant source of food and sex. She is apprehensive, but relents to me. Her skin tastes wonderful, and I lap and suck every inch like a starving man. She explores me as well, memorizing every inch and then completely shocking me by trailing up to my horns. I cannot wrap my head around how even in my human she can see and touch them. She seems to accept this as much as man form.

I take my time enjoying her, showing her what to do with me too. The more pleasure she gets, the better it is for me. It promises me ample food and release. I've never felt so ravenous until lately. My tongue delves lower and she writhes and cries out. I keep going even after she's came several times. Finally, she pries me away so she can return the favor. I can tell she's out of her element, but she picks up quickly following my reactions to guide her. I try not to claw or stab her as I urge her faster, riding out my high. She kisses my forehead as I pull her into my lap. Something within me hums with joy at this new form of affection.

I am not gentle, though I try, but restraint is beyond me now. I swallow her painted cries with my mouth as I push in and her barrier gives around me. I bounce her in my lap. We are blanketed in a thick haze of lust and pain as I continue to move within her. She yelps as my claws dig her plump bottom and I focus to absorb all of this from her. I pull her deeper into the recess of her mind, so I once again have full control. She no longer exhibits the signs of discomfort as she moans and moves with me, her mind linked to mine so we move as a concise unit. We continue our trysts throughout the night. Climaxing over and over. Always ending up in some new position. I curl into her body, completely sated for once in my life and I don't require sleep, but I chose to surrender to it as the thud of the woman's heartbeat calms me.

I wake up before her and I destroy the alarm. She has no reason to get up yet or to go to work. She'll never see that place again, unless I chose to take her outside my home. I vanish from her and appear in the kitchen, warming up her leftovers. I tap into her mind and snap her awake. I sense her confusion as she stretches and realizes her naked state and soreness. I hum in amusement as I hear her shower and dress.

"Hello!" She calls nervously, tiptoeing out in a big shirt and sleep shorts. Her hair wrapped in a towel. She discovers the oven on and pizza inside. A quizzical look mars her face. I control her mind again. Eat, sweet Sera. Eat and dress. "Eat. It does smell great." She say in a monotonous voice as she checks her food. I leave her to find clothing from the neighboring apartments for myself. I swipe a jeweled necklace for Sera as I return to dress. Sera has finished all of the pizza and has been into the cake again, no doubt famished from all I took from her last night. I drift to her room to find what I will have her wear. She has few clothes, so I settle on a black blouse and a pair of snug jeans with her heels from yesterday. I find her green cardigan and smile. Her favorite color, these jade and olive tones. It will do nicely with the necklace she'll wear. I ready myself and walk up to her in the kitchen.

"Get dressed Sera."

"You...you are real." Her trance is lifted and she stares in mixed emotion. "Was the dream real? The pizza was from the dream and its here. You are here. I'm..."

"It was all real. Now get dressed."

"Why? Are we going somewhere? I don't feel well. I'm confused." I tug her tenderly until she complies and tucks into me, head beneath mine.

"The doctor said you would be like this." I smile as I lie, it comes out so effortlessly for me. She can't see my mocking grin above her head as she holds me. "You were beaten, by your ex, when you left him for me. He broke your nose and you concussed. The doctor said you would hsve headaches and have spotty memory."

"You've taken care of me all this time? How much time?"

"Several weeks now. I stayed over, your request last night after your birthday surprise. We made love. When we get to my house I'll run you a hot bath, you'll feel better." She turns blood red and hides under my arm to avoid eye contact.

"I feel so stupid and ungrateful. I don't remember all you've done and I never even thanked you, I don't think. I'm so sorry. Thank you. For the food, cake and for looking after me." She hugs me tighter and I chuckle.

"It was all my pleasure." I make her dress and pull her out and soon we are on the street below. Once more I walk among the mortals, cold wind whipping my face. I catch those same familiar scents and energies, but this time I am not hungry. My personal food bank is sheltered protectively under my arm as I guide her away from the crowds and to a store to buy the things she'll need to continue to live and feed me.