She sits comfortably on the edge of my bed, moonlight streaming in upon her silvery pale skin. Long black hair caresses her skin in gentle movements, pushed by some soft breeze that never I feel, so beautiful and ethereal, angel-like in an wicked way.
I shiver as her cool fingertips caress my face and neck, gliding down my shivering body. In one quick motion, the blankets fly through the air, landing on the other side of the room. Out of reach…. way beyond my grasping reach…

I lay still, naked, silent, excited as her fingers continue, tracing the contours of my breasts, tummy, hips, and thighs…. I moan and shift as her fingers lightly caress my pubic hairs.
She gives me a sharp look and I cringe! I know that I am required to remain completely silent, completely still. I try to relax, to be statue-like, completely passive to this lover, this succubus.

That is what she called herself when first we met on-line, one cold and snowy night months ago. She wrote that she was a succubus, a very ancient vampire named so long before northern peoples had a word for her clan, over 5000 years ago.
I had teased her of the grossness of draining blood. She had typed in, LOL, laugh out loud. She had found my comment quite amusing and typed, “No, it is the essence of the life force that I drink, sweet one.”

I had joked back that blood WAS the life force. She then became serious, and replied that the food she desired was energetic…. the energy released during an orgasm.
I had thought that was the best pick up line I had read yet!! So luckily, or foolishly, I typed in “Oh baby, come to me!” Then I typed in the phrase from a favorite song, “Come to my window, crawl inside and wait by the light of the moon.” She laughed, LOL. Then she typed in that I was a very foolish girl. I then issued the third invitation. “You can be my lover anytime, just come on over to my house!”
“Thank you, I will…” was all she wrote back, and then her name disappeared from the private chat room.

I wondered at that, but I knew she could never find me from a nickname on a chat line. We had not shared addresses or even phone numbers, though she did know which city I lived in. I shrugged to myself and clicked back into the main chat room where I was working hard at ignoring my many end of term college assignments. I enjoyed wasting time as I flirted and chatted with the many women present.

The hour had been late and my parents had settled into their bed next-door hours earlier. I was startled and frightened to hear a tapping on my main floor bedroom window!
At first, I ignored it assuming the sound to be a storm broken branch blowing against the glass, but the sound became more persistent. My hair stood on end and goose bumps covered my shaking limbs. I turned to the window and shuddered when I saw a moonlit silhouette cast against the white plastic blinds.

My instinct was to run! Run as fast as I could! But I stayed and slowly approached the window shades. With hands that did not seem to be my own, I nervously pulled the cord. As the blind rose the bright moon illuminated her like a theater spotlight. I saw her tight denim clad hips, black & silver belt, black leather jacket- arms folded across her chest. I was awestruck at her youthful, elfin face, olive skin, long black hair whipping around her face and body. Her eyes were dark and penetrating, lips red & moist… flashes of fire as she held my fear- filled gaze. I looked to the ground. She spoke, words that came more to my head than my ears.

“I have come little Fox, by the light of the moon… you must welcome your lover into your home, open the window and let me come to you.”
All logic screamed NO! Yet I could not resist! I unlatched the lock and drew the window up until it was wide open. To my surprise the screen had already been removed and Oryan’s slender form stepped effortlessly into the room. Behind her the window closed and locked itself!

She was not a tall woman compared to my lanky 5’8” body, maybe 5’2” but all around her crackled immense energy and power.
“You seem so surprised little Fox.” Purred Oryan. “You are the one who summoned my presence this night.”

“I...I...I.” I stuttered “I didn’t think you would…. come…”
“Shh… Quiet child…You do not want your parents to know you invited in a stranger…. A lover into your room, do you?” Hissed Oryan. “Now, let me see…” she whispered as she moved closer to me.

“Mmmm, you are exactly as I envisioned.” As she reached out to touch my shaved scalp I flinched. Her cold hand responded faster than lightning. ‘Smack!’ Stung the sudden blow to my cheek! I squealed with surprise and shock as tears filled my eyes and my heart pounded, adrenalin rushing through my body as I tensed to flee! Without warning I found myself looking up from the floor at her. Her cold wet boot was pressed against my throat and an evil grin lighting her dark face!

“Not as cocky as online…hmmm, little Fox?” she purred menacingly.
“Well let me fill you in on the rules of this game. You are mine now, escape is not possible…you sealed your own fate online. Until you have your own place I will demand complete silence from you. Anyone interrupting me will likely die and I don’t think you’d want that, do you? The others in the house are your parents, are they not? You might want to install a lock on the door and lock it on the three nights of the full moon.”
I stared up at her, frozen with fear and horror… holding my breath.

“Wherever you travel, I will find you Lover, the three nights of the full moon will always be mine - Now and forever! Let me see what we have here.” She growled as she pulled me from the floor and hauled me over to the bed.
“Stay!” she commanded just barely above a whisper. I stood rigid! She pulled my baggy track pants down to my ankles and pulled my old sweatshirt over my head, pinning my arms behind me with it.

“Hmm. very sweet” she murmured as she lightly ran her icy hands across my breasts.
“Pale, pretty, clean skin, not even a tattoo or a piercing. Such a virgin, a little, virgin, baby-butch.” She chuckled quietly. “Mmmm, how tasty.”
I could not struggle out of Oryan’s grasp! I had always considered myself a strong woman, but she held my bound arms fast, and bent me backwards over my bed. She placed one foot between my feet, thus effectively using my track pants to pin my feet to the floor. I was bent like a drawn bow! I struggled with her grasp to let me straighten or drop. She chuckled quietly and held me still, supported by my bent back arms, yet hanging precariously. Her strength seemed effortless…

Her other hand wandered over my body, fondling and kneading my left breast, brushing across my taut nipple, and making my skin blush and warm to her touch. I moaned with this unique cascade of sensation and pleasure.

“Silence!” she hissed in my ear, squeezing my breast tightly to accentuate her annoyance at my sounds!! I held my breath and squeezed my eyes tightly closed as her fingers moved down my body and began combing through my pubic hair. I clenched my jaw to prevent another sound from escaping. My body was betraying me, and my lust becoming much greater than my fear.

She had been correct; I was still a virgin. Twenty- two years old and never touched by a lover before this moment. I had boasted on line of experiences which were not mine to glorify…she knew all this…this stranger knew me all too well!