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spot gently; he was obviously well experienced. She kissed him even more passionately as she became wetter. He ran his hands through her hair as he laid her back against her pillow, and positioned himself on top of her. She grimaced as he slid himself inside. He was big.
    His pelvis slid against her clit as he thrust back and forward. He gently kissed her neck, and sucked it delicately as if it was a piece of candy that was meant to be savored. Her vagina contracted, griping his stone hard erection, and she moaned in exquisite bliss, savoring her orgasm. She felt him throbbing inside of her as he ejaculated; she closed her hazel eyes, and clenched his chiseled body in blissful ecstasy as they climaxed together.
    His thrust became faster and harder; his pelvis crashed against hers. She gritted her teeth and sunk her nails into his back. It felt as if her insides were being ripped and torn asunder.
    Elizabeth shook her head furiously, her hair dancing and swaying. “Stop, please stop it! You're hurting me!” she shouted and clenched her eyes shut. She gripped the bed sheets in overwhelming pain.
    Elizabeth felt his strange tongue on her face and opened her eyes. She screamed in horror.
    He was no longer a handsome man, but some sort of beast. He was a chimera of some kind. He looked human, yet he had outstretched bat wings that spanned from wall to wall. From his mouth wagged the tongue of a serpent, and two small goat horns protruded from his forehead. She closed her eyes and sobbed in terror as his serpent tongue, dripping with saliva, glided alone her cheek.
    Elizabeth awaken in a pool of her own sweat; her petite body shook and trembled beneath the quilts. She looked around the dark room in a dazed stupor, confused for a moment, trying to get her bearings. It was just a dream, a nightmare. She never had a wet nightmare before; she wondered if it had anything to do with the book and the incubus summoning canticle she had recited.
    Was the spell real, she thought.
    With shaking hands Elizabeth struggled to strike a match and finally managed to light the kerosene lamp on the floor next to her mattress. The room went from eerie darkness to calm comforting light, and she told herself everything was fine. Elizabeth pulled the covers back to get up and get some water.
    She screamed at the sight of her stomach.
    Her silk night gown bulged out as if she was hiding a basketball underneath it. She slowly lifted her gown with pale tremulous hands, and a black rose of terror bloomed within her heart.
    She was pregnant and in her final trimester. B ut how, but how ? She thought. Elizabeth clenched her belly, and grimaced as her water broke. A clear liquid flowed from the bottom of her gown, soaking the quilts. Her vagina contracted over and over.
    I'm in labor, I'm in labor! raced through her mind.
    The pain of birthing a child grappled Elizabeth's body and slammed her back down into the mattress. She clutched the quilts so tight that her knuckles grew pallid; it felt as if she was being split in half as the baby's body made its way through her birth canal. She gritted her teeth and screamed through them as the baby's head started to crown. Every muscle in her body flexed in agonizing pain.
    Her frail body trembled in an ocean of sweat, and she sucked the air slowly trying to calm herself, relieved that it was over. The baby lay crying between her legs. She tried to swallow but found it was too difficult.
    A worm of fear burrowed through her intestines. What did I just give birth to; is it a monster like the one that raped me?
    Elizabeth struggled up in bed on her boney elbows to have a look at it. “A baby boy. A beautiful baby boy,” she managed to whisper in a frail voice, not knowing if she should be terrified or overcome with elated joy.
    She closed her eyes with an overwhelming sense of comfort. Elizabeth had never felt this way before; she felt strangely at peace with herself and with the world. She smiled as she slipped into