As the couple slept, something was happening in the old town. In the cellar of the old guest house the monster was beginning to grow in strength. It fed on sexual energy and when “the one” was close it would absorb that energy. The creature started to writhe more excitedly, its tentacles pulsed, it glistened in the dim light as it secreted a pungent fluid. Popping and slurping sounds emanated from the tomb as it became more agitated, more excited by the arrival of the one he had always craved. Then, the monster started to glow a deep purple colour. It pulsed gently as if it was giving off a signal, a probe to find and start the corruption of “the one”, it wanted her! Anya laid on her stomach, naked, as she slept, one leg straight, the other bent. Her flawless legs and feet leading to her perfectly shaped ass, illuminated by the bright moon shining through the open door of the balcony. Daz lay next to her also naked as the couple been since they made love earlier in the evening. The white sheets covered Anya’s stomach and breasts as her lifeless body lay blissfully in a deep sleep. Anya was running, the crowd was massive, she wanted to get away but the crowd slowed her. It was gaining on her. Then something touched her calf, the sensual sparks made Anya’s eyes briefly close as she let out a moan. “What the fuck was that?” she whispered to herself. She continued pushing through the crowd, trying desperately to escape something. What was she running from? Why was she running? She couldn’t think of what or why but knew she had to get away. Again, something caught the heel of her sandaled foot and again, the pleasure that pulsed through her stopped her in her tracks. Panting, wanting to feel it again she slowed her escape. Again, it touched her, this time across the top of her sandal, her toes. This completely took her breath away, she hah to pause her breathing or she would have exploded into orgasm there and then. She stopped completely, people passing her in the crowd, she stood, staring, mouth sightly open, again, she was touched, this time on both ankle. It just brushed her skin but the sensations were amazing. It was so good, she had to see what it was doing this to her. The compulsion to turn around was too much and slowly, she shuffled her feet to turn. The crowd passed on both sides of her, occasionally buffeting her as her head turned, she wanted to see. Or did she? Her head turned….. “huuuhhh.” Anya gasped as she woke with s start and sat up on the bed, the early morning sun beaming through the balcony window. She held her chest as she got her breath back. She could feel the wetness between her legs and her hand instinctively went to her thigh. Anya’s body was so sensitive, her touch sent bolts of sensual lightning across her body. She turned to look at Daz, asleep next to her and bit her bottom lip apologetically. As she did, Daz turned and opened his eyes slowly. “Hey baby, you ok? Did you sleep well?” He said in a groggy voice. “Baby I slept so well, just woke with a start that’s all.” She replied, her soaking thighs aching for release. “OK baby, I think I will jump in the shower then go and grab us some breakfast.” Daz said as he stood up off of the bed, his naked frame walking over to the bathroom. “OK baby, that would be nice.” Anya responded with a smile. As Daz disappeared into the bathroom Anya’s hands slid across her torso and onto her breasts. They felt so good in her hands, her nipples were erect and so hard as her fingers traced around them. She exhaled a deep breath. “Fuck, why do I feel like this?” She whispered to herself. “What a fucking dream.” Her touch felt good on her skin and one hand moved down between her legs. “Aaah fuck, I can’t help it, feels so good.” She continued. She felt herself building to climax again and stopped, she enjoyed the feeling of edging herself until she heard the shower turn off. This brought her back to her senses and she tried to compose herself when Daz came back out of the shower. He continued to dry himself, apply deodorant and put on his clothes. Within a couple of minutes he was ready. “Right, I am going to find good coffee and some breakfast. Anything you want me to bring back baby?” He asked as he bent down to kiss Anya firmly on the lips. Again, sparks shot across her body, she was a firework ready to explode. “No thank you baby, just some good coffee and a good breakfast.” She replied. “OK, I won’t be long. Love you.” He replied as he opened the apartment door, turned and smiled at her. “Love you too baby.” She replied. With that the door closed gently and Anya fell back onto the bed, running her fingers through her hair. She lay there, playing the dream back through her mind time after time before a smile appeared on her lips and she had an idea. Anya never normally used a vibe to masturbate, it was never as good as her fingers and was difficult to bring herself to orgasm but for some reason she had packed one to come on the vacation, hoping her and Daz would have some playtime and he could use it on her. She reached over to the bedside table and opened the drawer. She fumbled around until she found it. “I don’t even know why I am using this but here goes.” She said to herself as she pressed the button to start the gently buzzing. It felt good as she gently moved the vibe over her arms, it tingled and tickled but for some reason felt different, more intense and she couldn’t wait any longer to get this thing between her legs. It buzzed and skipped over her nipples, the sparks were intense as her kneed involuntarily bent as her ankles crossed. She moved it lower, across her navel, to her pelvic bone, then anticipation was making her so wet. To the point where she was apprehensive about going any lower. But she continued, lower. Staring at the ceiling intently, biting that bottom lip. The vibe slipped easily between her lips to instantly latch on to her clit. Her moan was exquisite. “Fuck, its never felt like this before.” She exclaimed as her eyes rolled back and her eyelids slowly closed to immerse herself in the feelings. The rhythmic buzzing of the vibe was being absorbed by her body so sweetly as her mind drifted towards the dream she had. The touches on her legs, the sparks of sensual pleasure, the way the feelings made her stop. Drifting into her dream. Her anonymity deep in the crowd, her legs shaking, buckling. Then for the first time she heard a voice. “Do you want to cum for me Anya?” The voice whispered in her mind. Without hesitation, she replied; “Yes, I want to cum for you.” “Oh fuck I’m cumming!” She shouted as the vibe stayed attached to her aching, wet clit, buzzing away. Anya came so hard. Her body squirming, back arching on the bed. Her legs shaking as they clamped together, intensifying the sensation. Pulses of orgasmic pleasure struck her body time after time as she was completely consumed by the experience. As the feelings dissipated she came to her senses and realised she had heard a voice. It had asked her to cum for it and she obliged so willingly. She had never felt like that before. She lay in the afterglow of her beautiful orgasm, enjoying the complete relaxation she felt, her dream and contemplating the voice that spoke to her. But she felt like she wanted more, she was so incredibly turned on but needed to take control back so lifted herself from the bed and entered the hot, steamy shower, where she would orgasm one more time.