A Flower Blooming In The Slums

Fia had sensed the change in her dream as the dangerous brute became one with the shadows. It gave her a flicker of emotion that drove her further into her pleasures while it felt both burning and cold around her all at the same time. She wasn’t aware of the man plaguing her dreams for quite sometime, but soon his form would be more prominent.

Her eyes opened slightly as of something drew her to look directly at him, to notice him as he watched her hungrily. The idea he was familial to her was there, but didn’t hinder her from continuing, to her he was just a figment of her imagination. He wasn’t here to haunt her, or more accurately her father. She made him up to be here for her.

Acting like she wasn’t being watched by the brute of darkness, she shifted her body softly to lay on her back and show him everything. She made herself more vocal for a release she probably wouldn’t find at the end of the dream. Her feline claws ran across the thin skin between her thighs trying to entice him more. God, she wanted him to want her so bad. It wasn’t just the act itself, it was the desire to be wanted. She loved the thought of what she could do to man despite the evil they wanted to do to her. All the more reason to fuck around and see what she could do.

"Fiametta"