"Lucian..." Melanie repeated the name as though she needed to hear it from her own lips before it made sense. Of all the fantasy and supernatural romance novels she had read over the years, Lucian was one that primarily went to werewolves. 'Dammit. Focus Melanie! This isn't a romance book. Remember, chapter five of book one. A submissive must present their undivided attention to their dominant.' Melanie thought to herself and looked at Lucian.

"What brings you to this event if you don't mind me asking?"

Melanie brushed her brown hair behind her ears and looked into his eyes. She wanted to ensure he knew that she was listening.

"That is an interesting story. I suppose the short version is that I am looking for-" he paused and considered the best way to word his intention. "-a particular role that a female of a particular nature might fill."

Melanie arched her eyebrow and smirked. She understood that he was trying his best to remain formal and avoid derogatory terms. Looking him up and down she suspected that he was dominant. The way he carried himself, the way he spoke and moved seemed like the mannerisms of a dominant. However, she didn't want to assume. It was impolite to group others based upon their appearances alone.

"Are you looking for a dominant or submissive, Lucian? Do you mind if I call you Lucian?"

"I'll allow it." He winked. "I am looking for a submissive. I had one a very long time ago."

"What happened?" Melanie asked.

"She unfortunately became ill and..." he glanced away and sighed. The weight of those emotions bared down upon him as he thought about it. His head snapped back around when he felt her hand settle upon his wrist.

"I'm sorry." She said. "She must have been important to you."

"She was." He smiled softly.

Melanie pulled away and looked over the sea of people that shifted along the floor, moving between tables as they mingled.

"Well you'll find plenty of submissive women here. Especially if you head about two rooms back you'll be able to take a few on a test run."

She blushed, remembering the groups of people locked together, lips and hands linked. As Melanie looked back at Lucian, she met his gaze.

"Ms. Rivers, tell me. What is it that you desire? What is it that you are looking for?"

Melanie watched his dark garnet eyes light up as though a flickering candle had illuminated behind his irises. Before she could say anything, she felt his consciousness penetrate her thoughts and her true intentions floated to the surface. Lucian watched as images shifted through his mind like a reel of still photographs.

He saw Melanie, kneeling before a man. In another image, she was tied to a bench, naked and bare as a man stood around her. The last image was of her being held by a man. Lucian blinked and pulled his consciousness away. Melanie gasped and leaned into the chair as though she had resurfaced from beneath the depths of some dark abyss.

Her blue eyes settled upon Lucian with an expression of confusion and curiosity.

"What was that?" She asked. "What did you do?"

"I looked at your desires." Lucian replied.

"My...desires?" She asked. "What do you mean?"

"Think of your longest dream. Your deepest desire."

Melanie thought about her desires. The single largest desire she had ever wanted, was to serve a dominant. One who was kind and strict. Flexible and firm. Compassionate and consistent. She wanted that, and the man before her, knew it now too.

"I have been looking for someone like you." Lucian said. "Someone who is sweet and submissive."

"Lucian...I...I don't even know you. You don't know me either."

"But I will. We can get to know each other."

Melanie swallowed hard and shifted in her seat. She could tell that this man whom she had spent the better part of ten minutes with, truly thought that she was what he wanted. Melanie, overwhelmed by his positive enthusiasm towards her, stood up and smiled.

"I...I think you might want someone else Lucian. I-I should go check on my friend." Melanie turned and hurried away.

"Please. Ms. Rivers. I do not mean to cause you concern or worry I merely wish to get more acquainted with you."

"I'm sorry." Melanie rushed off, her high heels clacking against the wood paneling as she disappeared behind another curtain and into a crowd of people. Lucian could still smell the scent of strawberries on her skin. Before he could chase after her, a woman wearing nothing but a bra and panties, curled herself around his waist.

"What happened honey? Did that little girl get scared?" She asked.

"I wish I knew." Lucian replied not looking at the woman who had draped herself around his leg.

"I can make you feel better baby. Why not come join me and my friends. We will show you how it really goes."

Lucian looked into her brown eyes and saw her desires. The image of men scattered around her body using her in various ways.

"I appreciate the gesture ma'am. However, I must retire for the evening." He said, pulling her arms away from him and nodding to Marvin and Heather. Both hurried to his side and walked with him as they exited the building.

"What happened sir?" Marvin asked.

"I found her." Lucian replied.

"That young woman is the one? Are you positive?" Heather asked.

"I am. She is exactly what I have been looking for. She doesn't know it.

I will be introducing myself to her again. She just needs some time to think about it."

"We still need to aquire living quarters for the next few days." Marvin added.

"There must be an inn some place nearby." Heather replied.

As they moved off the asphalt and away from the lights illuminating the parking and building lots, they found a dark patch untouched by light. Lucian took the duffle bag from Marvin and looked up to the clouded sky.

"Keep vigilant and stay high." Lucian said and flexed his back. The long robe split up the middle becoming to seperate pieces that folded and extended outward forming into two six foot long black webbed wings.

Marvin and Heather's wings were smaller and instead of having two, they had four. Both pairs moved independent of the other as they lifted them off the ground. Their bodies lifted up and disappeared into the night sky filled with clouds.

*****

Melanie walked through the aisle of curtains that separated the rooms and found the room that had the cum dump gathering. She poked her head in and immediately she saw the festivities. Nearly a dozen men were gathered around a few women. Each naked and each had been covered in thick white loads of semen.

Sitting in a kiddie pool with two other women, one black and the other indigenous, was Kelly. She had her mouth open and eyes trained on the thick white cock which was actively ejecting streams of semen upon her. Melanie stepped away and walked back to the mingling room.

She wanted to feel the warmth of only one man's fluids. It had been her fantasy to serve a single person. Not be dumped upon like some human toilet. As she thought about it, she had an idea of exactly what she wanted, down to the exact detail.

How she would meet her master. Who he might look like and what he would do. All her thoughts betrayed her fantasy and one of the top ten rules of the submissive guide series; 'a submissive should be flexible and moldable. Do not expect the dominant to be specific, rather anticipate their behaviors and flow with them.'

Melanie realized she was trying to mold her own master without ever having met one. As she parted the curtain to the mingling room, she found the chairs she had been sitting at were empty. When she looked around the room, she no longer saw the man named Lucian. Heading over to the bar she grabbed the tender's attention.

"Did you see where the man I was talking to went?"

"Yeah, he left after you did." She replied. "So?" The bar tender asked. "The seat worked right? Did you get his number?"

Melanie blushed and sank into the stool. "No. I chickened out."

"What? How come sugar? He looked like a winner."

"Honestly he was really sweet and very gentleman-like. I just...I-"

"It is your first time right?" The tender asked as she filled a glass with three ice cubes and some club soda with a shot of red flavoring.

"Yeah it is. It just seemed like he really wanted me. No one has ever really paid that much attention to me before." Melanie confessed.

"I totally understand hun." She replied, sliding the glass to Melanie. "My first dominant, he said he fell in love with me instantly. Something about my face and eyes."

"What did you do?"

"Pfft. I took off like a bat outta hell." She laughed. "I had never had someone so into me as he was. It was overwhelming."

Melanie nodded in agreement; "what happened?"

"Well he pursued me a couple more times and then I finally let him take me for a date and it's been amazing ever since." She tugged at the thin silver collar around her neck.

"Do you think he will come back?" Melanie asked.

"If he really wants you, he will find you darling. If not, there are others out there."

Melanie nodded and sipped at the cherry club soda. In her mind she played back his face and actions. She knew she had to see him again. She just didn't know how to.