Eden finished her time in the library, and went back to her dorm, waving to a few girls as she walked, but didn't say all that much. She'd decided to appear aloof, and it was suiting her fine.

After showering she headed into her room, finished getting ready for bed, and closed her eyes, light turned out. She sighed, glad to be in her normal pj's, hating the school uniform. She felt it was a small price to pay for learning more about history so she could travel around the world. She started to drift.

He had been on the prowl since the sun had started setting. He noticed the one girl as she appeared stand-offish and aloof to the other girls and followed her.

He watched her as she showered and once she was in her dorm room alone he slipped in through the shadows, moving towards her covered form on the bed.

His tendrils rising from the shadows around the bed and begins to peel the blankets off her.

Eden turned over in bed, a smile forming on her face as she thought of traveling and becoming an archaeologist.

As she started to feel sleep creep over her, she felt a tug on her blankets and opened her eyes, holding onto the blanket.
"Who's there?" she says, looking around, still lying down. Eden tried to peer into the darkness around her.

He hears her question and remains still in the shadows of the room, his tendrils slowly working under her blankets as she holds them, he waits for her to slip back towards slumber before making his next move.

Eden looked around the room, trying to breathe as softly as possible, ears straining. When she couldn't hear anything, she law down fully, fingers curled over the blanket, and closed her eyes, light hair spread over the pillow behind her. After lying perfectly still for a while, she started to drift into sleep again, her breathing growing slow and even.

Eden looked around the room, trying to breathe as softly as possible, ears straining. When she couldn't hear anything, she law down fully, fingers curled over the blanket, and closed her eyes, light hair spread over the pillow behind her. After lying perfectly still for a while, she started to drift into sleep again, her breathing growing slow and even.

He waits a few more moments as she slips into sleep and his tendrils then begin to slide up her legs, slipping under bedclothes.

He also slips into her mind, her dreams as those smooth, leathery feeling tendrils coil about her legs working their way upwards.

He slowly shifts her dreams from traveling and her career goal...probing the deep part of her mind to change the dream to one of a more..sexual nature.

She slumbered, her legs twitching slightly as the tendrils made their way up, and her brow furrowed as the dream changed. For some reason she felt apprehension. To her knowledge she'd never dreamt about anything erotic. She looked around her in her dream-world, dressed in a flimsy white sheer nightgown, hair flowing around her head as she looked around.

He saw her mental confusion and continued to probe her mind, crafting the erotic dream to include her likes and wants from her subconscious mind.

This just being a distraction though, for his tendrils continue to creep up her legs as his tail tip rubs along her lips, leaving a trail of clear fluid..if she licked her lips, she would taste the some what spicy, almost cinnamon-like fluid. Which would force her body to a more aroused state.

He moves closer to her bed, standing over her looking down at her, his hands moving to slowly uncover her as well.

She stood there, in her dream, seeing faces of men she had loved over the years, her body in the real world reacting to the tail against her mouth, a hand lifting up and wiping her lips, moving slightly as the blanket was removed. In her minds eye she saw one of the men closer than the others, and stepped back, her face pale.

Back in the real world, her face showed her trepidation, brow furrowed, turning over almost restlessly, eyes flickering.

He gives a soft hissing sound, this human was a bit more resilient in her dreams than the others was.

He continues to pressure and draw on her subconscious mind to shape the dream more towards the erotic, while that is happening, two of his tendrils has reached her thighs, and are slipping under her panties, as the other two continue upwards, now slipping up under her pajama top.

His tail presses at her lips, till they part just enough for him to give her a taste of the fluid she just wiped away. His thin lips curl back into a grin..one way or another this girl was going to be his next 'prey'.

She felt the dream change around her, suddenly finding the dream guy touching her, caressing her, and a strange taste filled her mouth as back in the waking world the creature had put his tail in her mouth, her body growing aroused almost immediately, nipples growing taut.

She felt touches all over her, the hands of the man mimicking the tendrils, and she sighed, her body moving slightly in real life as she relaxed, a bed appearing. The dream world start to fade as she started to wake.

He would pull the blankets from her tossing them to the floor as his tendrils writhe under her pajamas. The two at her thighs, stroking and rubbing along her clit and slit.

The other two curling about her breasts, the tips latching onto her nipples, making her feel as if hundreds of tiny mouths was sucking on each one.

He notices her starting to wake, and moves closer, so she would be able to see his darker outline in the shadows, his tail pumps in and out of her mouth slowly, both to keep her silent and to keep forcing the spicy fluid into her mouth and throat.

Her journey from slumber to being awake started out slow, but the sudden feeling around her nether regions, as well as her nipples made her jolt awake, the thing in her mouth stopping her from crying out. She tried to stop herself from swallowing the liquid in her mouth, though she gasped with pleasure as the tendrils continued their attentions. The liquid was making her body react, but her brain was screaming, and with a burst of energy she tried to fight, using her hands to pull away.

He would grin as she started to pull at his tail with her hands and then his tendrils surges upwards like a wave, their tips never leaving the tender spots they was attack, but the rest of them rip away her pajamas as he grabs her hands in his, pinning them over her head as he gets over her.

His long tongue slides out and across her cheek, leaving a thick trail of his saliva, his tail continuing to keep her muffled. Now that she is awake, she can feel the creature's skin is like soft, smooth leather against her now naked body. And she can see the twin shafts standing erect from its groin.