Exhaustion had eventually taken Freyes' champion. Fritz had fallen asleep despite, Ada's constant annoyance.

He found himself in a swirling vortex of inky blackness. His body floated languidly, unable to move. Suddenly, a pair of red eyes fixated upon him. They opened from above, growing with intensity as they seemed to draw in closer. Fritz felt his blood freeze in terror as he saw the red eyes approach. Moving felt impossible. Fritz's mind screamed at his useless body to act. Closer and closer, they came.

"Finally! Found you!" A voice like ice rippled through his mind. Terror gripped his unmoving body. The large eyes stopped moving just above his floating body. He tried to move his mouth, to call for help. Yet, he was unable to make a single sound.

Suddenly, the scene shifted. Fritz felt himself standing. He was standing in an ornate golden room. Rich rugs decorated the floors. A large four-poster bed was in the middle of the room. Dressers and wardrobes covered in filigree lined the golden walls of the room. Desks and bookshelves littered another corner of the room, out of place amongst the palatial splendor.

In front of him, was a woman wearing mourning clothes. Her pale hands were clasped in front of her. A thin dark veil obscured her face. Her eyes were trained upon Fritz. He tried to move, yet found himself stuck completely in place. His lips quivered as he tried to form words. The veiled woman remained motionless.

Cold fingers traced over his shoulders. The light touch drew his attention to another person lurking behind him. Yet still, he could not move. Something sharp touched the jugular of his neck. He felt his heart skip a beat. Forcing his eyes to look down, he saw blonde hair arrayed in twintails. An ornate, ruby hooped skirt peeked from behind the crouching woman. The woman stuck her tongue out, as she licked her way up Fritz's neck. Cold, wet, gentle sensations trailed up his vulnerable neck. Goosebumps rose on his skin, as he tried to shiver but was unable to move.

She pulled away to get a look at him. The woman was tall. Her skin was pale and smooth like a porcelain doll. Her crimson eyes regarded him like prey. A smile crept upon her blood red lips. Sharp fangs protruded ever so slightly against the soft lips.

"Your blood calls to me. It smells positively divine, even in this dream. You are one of a kind. A meal to be savored. Perhaps, I won't kill you immediately, even if it would be quicker." Her voice was light, haughty, full of unashamed desire. Fritz felt his stomach sink, as he tried to move his body away from her.

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"Oh what lovely pressure, waiting to be released." The woman walked around him. A sharp nail pressed into his jugular. "I could do that for you. It's not everyday, I receive a breed like you. So virile and suffused with magical power. So different, one of a kind. So sweet, and with the blessing of a goddess. What a delicacy."

She clutched his chest from behind. Her teeth scraped across the all around his neck. Small scratches appeared on his skin. The small trickles of blood were lapped up by the cold woman behind him. She let out a deep long pleasured sigh.

"Ohhh, I can almost taste you." The cold woman purred. "So unique. So rare. So splendid. I cannot wait to experience the real you."

The woman's breathing was deep, as she explored Fritz's neck. Light kisses, sharp nibbles, and soft licks, explored every inch of him. Fritz's fingers twitched. His toes wiggled, as her breath tickled him. He wanted to move, yet his body would not obey. His nervous system screamed with fear, yet his muscles were unresponsive.

"A meal to be savored. Enjoyed. You would spurt delicious treasures, until your blood pressure dropped. I'd keep you there. Hours, days, years even, strapped down underneath me. My finger circling your quivering heart. My ears listening to the symphony of your shallow desperate breaths. My mouth lapping your essence."

"My lady." The woman in mourning clothes responded. Her voice was a cutting whisper, interrupting the other's obsession.

"What?"

"Your mother would not approve of such actions. She bade you not to play with food. Thou, should have better manners."

"To the hells with her. This one is different. So...."

"Your family, has a reputation. Kill him and be done with it. His dreams are no place for your desires. Kill him and return to your family. Your mother worries. Linger not in the realm of the living. It is not our home."

The woman walked around in front of him again. Her noble features stared at Fritz inches away from his face. Her crimson eyes, full of depraved desired mixed with annoyance, stared into his soul. Her finger traced his quivering lips. Fritz tried to scream, he tried to protest.

"When next we meet. Do not run. Stay perfectly still. Come to me. Let me indulge. Let me lick, suck, bite, and gnaw till I am satisfied. I will make it quick."

Fritz felt the control of his body return. Pulling his arms forward, he tried to push the woman away. His senses fell away into darkness, as he awoke from his dream.

His heart beat fast as he sucked in the forest's fresh air. Ada's elbow had somehow found its way into Fritz's cheek. The sharp bone, pressed against him. Pain radiated through his face, as he tried to shift the blonde beastkin away from him. Ada snored like a dying animal. Somehow, the blonde wolfkin had latched onto him like a barnacle. The dream rapidly faded away from his mind. Ada merely shifted slightly, as she latched onto him. Trying to remove the disturbing thoughts, Fritz struggled to fall back asleep. The sputtering campfire held back the darkness of the night.