(until tonight) she'd always believed to be nothing more than myths, fables, bedtime yarns that were spun for the entertainment of children.
Spotting Medusa and her 'Sherlock', it appeared to her there was some serious chemistry going on between the two of them. The glow of Medusa's smile seemed to warm the room, and at the moment she seemed unaware of anyone or anything else as the man guided her across the dance floor gracefully. Appearing completely smitten himself, the man didn't even seem to mind when he reached out to caress her cheek, and several serpents wrapped themselves around his wrist. “Guess love really is blind.” Rena muttered, then chuckled, then shook her head.
As she exited the ballroom, she spotted a beautiful, dimly lit staircase, remarkably like the one in the movie 'Gone With The Wind', and a small, enchanted smile touched her lips as she recalled what Ms. Skeet had told her about the library on the second floor.
Deciding to ascend the stairs and have a peek, she clutched her gown and pulled it up a little, to keep from tripping. As she began climbing in the semi-darkness, she found herself having to avoid several couples who were locked in heated embraces.
Finally making it to the top, she stepped into a foyer that was just as poorly lit (by design, she guessed), and stopped in her tracks by the sight that greeted her. Demyan (the incubus) had a petite Asian woman bent over the top of the iron banisters, legs spread wide, and was giving her the business. The woman's ultra-short, black leather nurse's outfit was pushed up past her hips, and her black thong had been ripped from her and lay on the floor at her feet, completely shredded.
Panting like a runner on the final stretch of a marathon, Demyan's thick cock pounded in and out of the woman fiercely, almost savagely. “Yessssss...you like it rough, don't you?” he breathed. Reaching out with one hand, he grabbed a fistful of the helpless woman's long, coal-black hair, and wrapped it around his wrist. Steadying her waist with his free hand, he continued taunting her. “No one can resist me, isn't that right?”
“Nooo...nooo...yesss....I mean...” the woman wailed in a frightened, yet excited voice as she groped with the front of her outfit and unzipped it, exposing her bosom. Tweaking both her nipples with her thumbs and forefingers, she moaned helplessly.
“But you tried to resist me anyway, didn't you?” Demyan grinned, pounding into her even harder, if such a thing was possible. “Maybe I ought to stop.” he teased, tugging her hair.
“NO...PLEASE DON'T!!!” the woman sobbed desperately as her entire body suddenly began shuddering with an earth shattering orgasm.
Looking around in amazement, Rena saw other couples secreted away in the shadows, too busy getting it on themselves to notice the erotic drama unfolding before her eyes.
Taking several steps back into the shadows herself, she felt a ripple of excitement as she continued spying on the two, almost as if hypnotized. While she had never considered herself a voyeur (if anything, she had always been a bit awkward about intimacy), something about the sight fascinated her, and she chalked it up to witnessing blind, primal lust, almost animalistic in its intensity. For the life of her she found herself unable to look away, and much to her surprise, discovered she didn't want to.
Thrusting himself as far inside the woman as humanly possible, Demyan was suddenly as still as a statue.
Eyes growing wide, Rena sensed she was about to witness something even more primal in nature.
“Don't stop, please.” the Asian woman moaned in genuine anguish.
Ignoring the woman's pleas, Demyan leaned forward and ran his long tongue up and down the back of her neck, then bit her.
Shuddering with yet another orgasm, the woman's eyes rolled to the back of her head, and her entire body went limp.
As Demyan's hips and cock