Anya stood, in the doorway of the guest house, people milling around her. She stared, intently, at the owner with his outstretched arms, welcoming her into the guest house, beckoning her inside. She was in a white dress and her sandals, her perfect feet adorned by jet black nail polish. She didn’t often wear black on her toes but felt compelled to paint them. Everything was in slow motion. The smile from the man in the guest house, so warm, so welcoming. She wanted to go in, something drew her in. Slowly, she lifted her foot, took a step closer, then another step. Everything was slow, it felt nice, relaxing, just to go with it. The gentle breeze drifted through her hair. The man smiled, she smiled back. She was at the doorway, everything was calm, she could hear distant voices, muffled conversations of the people around her, and Daz. “Anya, baby.” She heard in the distance, calling, muffled. “Baby, I can’t….” She whispered back, the man was mesmerizing, comforting. “Baby, where are you going?” The muffled cries of his voice could only just be made out. “Just……..want………to……..go……..here.” Anya drifted as the compulsion to walk towards the man consumed her as he put a finger to his lips. She didn’t say another word. The man slowly moved to the front of his desk, smiling before holding out his hand to Anya. She had reached him and slowly raised her hand to join his. The pair slid their hands together and the man’s smile changed to a deep, serious, sensual look. Anya looked deep into him and responded with the same desire, the sensual sensation once again drifted into her body. The man then turned and led Anya slowly past the desk and through an archway to some stone steps leading down to a dimly lit doorway. Anya’s heart was beating out of her chest. She felt so relaxed, so turned on and the feeling grew as they started to descend the steps. With each step, Anya’s thighs rubbed together, the sensations were incredible, she squeezed them harder, let out a moan, her hand still being led by the man. 2 more steps to go, Anya didn’t know if she could hold on until the bottom step. The erotic sensations were building inside her, compelled to follow this man. Both reached the door at the bottom of the steps, the man turned to Anya and placed a kiss on her forehead, turned and walked back up the steps towards the bright light of the guest house reception. Anya stared at the door, drifting, feeling a calling so deep, a compulsion. She could hear sounds of wetness. Slurping, gurgling sounds. She looked down, at her feet, oozing from under the door was a fluid. It glistened as it slowly slid under the gap and towards her toes. Then, she heard a low, vibrating, guttural moan from the other side of the door. This sent sparks of pleasure through her, she was becoming so wet. Her breathing getting faster, heavier, the occasional noise as her breath broke past her vocal chords. Her hand reached between her legs, through her dress, she could feel how wet she was. Anya bit her bottom lip, she was mesmerized, compelled, she wanted something so bad. Her hand rose and she placed her palm on the door. She was shaking with anticipation, excitement and fear. Slowly she put pressure on the door. I creaked as the gap grew bigger and bigger. Something was in there, so powerful, so strong. Anya grinned, she could make out something very wet and it was moving, something sliding over the other. The gap grew bigger, her eyes were starting to adjust to the light. She could make out what looked like snakes,. No, wait, they were, tentacles. Slurping, oozing this glistening, clear fluid. She pushed the door more, the pleasure was growing, building. She took a breath. Then, 2 bright yellow, burning eyes pierced hers, burrowed deep into her and the pleasure was intense. “HHUUUUGH.” Anya woke with a jolt, sat up. Just stared in front of her. “Fuck I’m going to cum.” She whispered to herself as her eyelids closed, her eyes rolled back into her head and the waves of pleasure took hold as her head settled back onto the pillow, mouth wide open. She had to be quiet, not to wake Daz. It felt so wrong, but that just added to the intense sensations. She squeezed her thighs as tightly as she could, intensifying the pleasure as her muscles pulsed and contracted, trying desperately not to make a sound.  She was cumming so hard. Those eyes, all she could see when she closed her eyes were the burning, yellow balls of pleasure that hit her in such a deep, sensual place in her dream. The pleasure kept coming. The more she thought about those mesmerizing eyes, the more she wanted to see them again, to feel this pleasure. It was so sweet, so intense. She wanted more! Why was she feeling like this? She was drifting from her reality. She couldn’t focus on anything else. Those eyes, the intense feeling of giving herself up, the temptation to succumb, to give all of herself up for the ultimate pleasure, she wanted it so badly. With her orgasm slowly dying, her hands reached down. Her fingers latching on to her clit, rubbing hard on her swollen, soaking button. The other hand reached down further, 2 fingers slid inside her, dripping with her nectar. It took seconds for her to reach another crashing orgasm as those burning yellow eyes were still boring away at her inner soul. She rubbed one perfect foot across the top of the other as the addictive sensation of her orgasm consumed Anya’s whole body. She had to have more, she wanted to give herself to it. At the guest house the man had sat, at his desk, waiting to guide the one, waiting before he stood up, blank faced and walked into the back room. It was 3 in the morning. In the cellar the monster was gaining power, it had entered and controlled Anya’s mind in her dreams, creating the erotic dream and sending her suggestions that she willingly obeyed, But tearing her away from her partner for her take over could be difficult, it had to get her alone. The yellow, pulsing, burning eyes of the creature became stronger, brighter, more powerful. As it left its stone casket and slithered impatiently around the cellar floor. Then it started to rise up, to stand up, take the form of a standing person, its slithering tendrils aligning themselves to the body’s form.  It then controlled the man to descent the stone steps and open the cellar door. Within a few seconds the door creaked open, the man turned around and led the creature up the stairs and out into the cool, warm, Mediterranean evening. Anya lay there, naked on the bed, totally spent from her dream and the incredible feelings she experienced when she woke up. Looking up at the ceiling, with her fingers running through her hair she relived her dream. The feelings it manifested. She smiled. Contemplated actually wanting this dream to be real. What would happen if she came face to face with those yellow eyes? The yellow eyes, the thought of them once again stirred Anya. Biting her bottom lip in an apologetic realization, she realized she wanted whatever this weird, surreal, disgusting thing was. With her body totally exposed and vulnerable on the bed, she drifted back into a blissful, deep sleep. The moonlight illuminated the old town square as the monster moved across the cobbles, exploring its surroundings once again. Darting between the shadows. In one of the side streets there was an opening which led into a shop and the creature slipped through the gap and into the warmth of the building where it sat and waited.  “Baby? Anya, Baby, wake up. It’s 9:30, you’ve slept for hours!” Daz said softly as he gently touched Anya’s naked shoulder.  For the last half hour he had sat, just watching his beautiful girl lay naked on the bed, feeling grateful of her love. The vision before him made him hard and so turned on but didn’t want to wake her. Instead he took the opportunity to have a shower enjoy the thoughts of his girl and her beautiful body while pleasuring himself to a hard orgasm. As the water of the shower cascaded over his body, his legs nearly buckled as the shuddering climaxed gripped him. “Baby, wake up. Hey, I made coffee.” He said, shaking Anya gently. Anya wearily opened her eyes. She felt like she had been hit by a train. The tiredness was evident to see. “You ok? You look like you’ve been up half the night.” Daz smiled as he handed her a steaming cup of coffee. “Yeah, I’m good baby. Didn’t sleep well.” She replied still half asleep. “Oh no, well we can stay here today and rest if you want to?” Daz suggested but was immediately cut short. “NO! I mean, um, no baby its ok, I’ll be good when I have had a shower.” She retorted. Desperate to get into the old town on a discovery mission. “OK, I thought we could go and explore outside the town, what d’ya say?” He offered, oblivious to the feelings swimming around Anya’s body and mind. “Um, no I don’t fancy that, can we go back into the old town? There were a couple of shops I wanted to go back to?” She replied, slowly waking as she turned and sat on the edge of the bed. A white sheet covering her body. “I didn’t think you wanted to go back there after the last time?” He replied confused at what she had just suggested. “Yeah, I know, I overreacted, I think. Lets go there. I will shower and we can go.” She smiled as she stood up, sheet around her body, in the glorious morning sun and took another sip of her coffee. At the guest house the stone casket lay empty except for the fluid that the monster had secreted before it had left in the night.  The old man opened the cellar door and walked in. He knew what he had to do. The cellar needed to be prepared for the arrival of “the one”. Anya supped the last of her coffee. “That coffee was amazing baby, thank you .” She said as she dropped the white sheet from her body, walked over to Daz who was sitting on a stool checking his phone and sat down, facing him on his lap. She rested her arms on his shoulders and leaned in to kiss him passionately. Daz worshipped her body and for good reason, she was outstanding. The feeling of her naked body on him felt so good and the sexual energy she was giving off was palpable. She broke off and stood up, straddling Daz’s legs. He leaned in and kissed her torso as he placed his palms on her ass cheeks and brought her into him. “MMMMM feels so good baby.” She whispered. “Let me go take a shower.” She continued. With that she sauntered over to the bathroom, looked back with a sexy smile and disappeared to take a shower. Anya let the shower run to steam up the bathroom before climbing in to the shower. The hot water soaked her body as she washed away the grogginess of her sleepless night. Then the thoughts of the dream jumped into her head. She started to work in the lather of the soap bubbles when the yellow eyes burned her brain once more. Throwing her head back and closing her eyes, Anya immediately felt that intense feeling course through her again. Her mouth opened as she lifted a foot and placed it on the edge of the bath. “Oh shit!” She said out loud as the urge was far too strong and her hand found her engorged clit. She started to circle it as she allowed the eyes to stay on her and burn into her sexual desire. She was eager to cum for the eyes, they commanded her to bring herself to orgasm and the feeling of obeying the commands turned her on even more. “Oh, fuck, fucking hell, I’m gonna cum for you.” She whispered as the water flowed like a waterfall over her body. “Oh yah, I’m cumming for you master. I’m cumming.” She continued as the every diminishing rational part of her brain screamed “What are you saying.” But Anya was far too wrapped up in the moment to care what it was shouting as she came hard on her fingers “for her master.” The feeling was incredible. Anya’s breathing was heavy, fast. Her heart beating out of her chest. Her sexual hunger was insatiable but for only one thing! Those eyes! Those beautiful, glowing yellow eyes.