Celeste closed her eyes and relaxed as the beast, her beast, caressed her body. Massaging her strained back and legs. She sighed against his kisses. "I trust you, my love." She didn't feel the need to ask him to be gentle with her. She knew he would be. Still she felt a little anxious. She was not quite sure what to expect from lovemaking and that is always a little frightening.

Deep inside her head was another voice. One not nearly as certain of Xoku's nature as Celeste was. One who more than anything did not want to be here at all. Kirsty waited in the darkness and trying to focus on anything other than this reality. It was a dream she told herself and she was not herself, ergo it did count. It wasn't happening to her. It was happening to Celeste and she was just a silent observer. Except, she wasn't observing! She would not let herself acknowledge this embarrassing scene playing out out there with her body. Celeste's body!