Kaitlyn was walking down a wide cavernous hall. It was gloomy but warm. Torches burned in their brackets on either side. Somehow the place felt familiar, though she couldn't remember ever having been here before. She understood why. She'd obviously dreamed about it, and she'd obviously dreamed about it many times because it felt like home more than her own home did.

She walked faster. There was something not only important but exciting down the end of the hall. She fell into a slow jog. The torchlight flickered around her, throwing her shadow against the black walls. Kaitlyn didn't know what they were made of but they were shining and uneven and rough beneath her hands.

Her bare feet slapped against the cool, smooth floor. Shadowy creatures scuttled out of the way while others watched from their nooks and crannies and hidey-holes with their gleaming, red eyes. They did not frighten her. They were familiar too. As familiar as dogs or cats or birds.

Turning a corner, she slowed back into a walk. Her heart started to race as she stared at the open door ahead. She knew what was waiting for her. The further she walked, the further into her dream she wandered, and the more she remembered. Beyond the doors was a room. And in the middle of that room was a bed. And in the middle of that bed was a man.

The same man, over and over again.

She knew it like she knew her own life. It was her life. Or it was going to be her life. He always said so. And he always said it with a smile. Taking a breath, she stepped inside. More torches flickered in their sconces on the walls. It made the room blaze. There was minimal furniture: a cabinet here, a table there, but it was all just show. All just for her. He never actually used any of it.

On the left side of the room was a large window but tonight the curtains were drawn shut, concealing the belching volcanos and blazing hellfires beyond.

'Welcome back,' came his voice.

Kaitlyn turned towards the bed. He was there, just as she knew he would be. He was lying in the middle of the mattress, his broad, muscular body propped up against the pillows. He was resting his hands behind his head, relaxed and waiting. The hard muscles were packed tightly in his chest. Thick tendons bulged in his neck.

Tonight he lay on top of his sheets, naked, as usual, his ankles crossed. He was ready, his erection resting hard and thick and blushing red between his muscular thighs and against his chiseled abdomen. There were tattoos down his left arm and she knew there were more on his broad back. She'd already touched them. She'd already explored them. Some of them made her sick. Others confused her. Particularly the inverted cross on his shoulder.

Instinctively, Kaitlyn went to grab for her necklace before remembering that she never wore it in her dreams. Briefly, she wondered why that was. Then he smiled, and she forgot about it. She forgot about everything.

And just like an angel, he was handsome, bone-achingly handsome with his gleaming blue eyes and strong nose and full pink lips that never stopped smiling at her. Her fingers ached to drag themselves through his soft stubble and spiky blond hair. And just like Jacob and the others, he had a softly lit aura about him. No matter if the torches were lit or not, she'd always been able to see him.

'Well, what are you staring at? Aren't you going to come and join me?'

Her feet moved and the rest of her followed. Wordlessly she stood beside the bed. He looked her up and down. 'I like what you're wearing.'

Kaitlyn looked down at herself. She was dressed in her work clothes, her feet bare. She knew her hair was a tangle and her face was probably all puffy from crying. She abruptly looked away so he wouldn't see.

'You look beautiful,' he said, as though he knew what she was thinking. He patted the bed.

Kaitlyn climbed in, resting on her knees beside him. 'I shouldn't be doing this.'

He smiled at her as he reached over to cup her left breast. 'Why not?' He stroked her nipple through her blouse.

She looked down at his hand, then back into his blue eyes. 'Because you're Satan and you want to take over the world.'

His mouth thinned. 'I know my angel brothers have found you. But do not trouble yourself with their lies; they cannot keep you. My servants will find you and you'll be by my side in no time—for real.' His eyes flashed. 'What do you think of that?'

Kaitlyn nodded. She couldn't stop staring at him, and it wasn't like her at all. She had always prided herself on being a tough woman. She had more character than this, more strength, but he always seemed to suck it right out of her. Each and every time. Now that she was deep into her dream she could remember it all. Every night she'd spent with him. Every feeble resistance. Every situation.

Every ... position.

Releasing her breast, he took her chin and drew her in for a kiss. He kissed her lightly, using the barest of tongue, before pulling back with a lick of his full lips. His blue eyes glittered. 'You always taste good.' He released her. 'Off with your underwear.'

Kaitlyn obeyed, kicking them to the floor.

Satan sat up. 'On all fours. Talk of my angel brothers has made me feel a little ... bothered tonight.'

Again, she obeyed, propping herself on her elbows so her backside was high in the air. She started to tremble, though not completely out of fear. Already, she was aching for him. Already, she could feel how wet she was. She wanted him inside her. She needed him inside her.

'Patience,' he said with a chuckle.

Kaitlyn bit down on her knuckle as he yanked up her skirt and smoothed his hands around her cheeks. Gently, he spread them. He laughed again. 'You are ready, aren't you? At every passing day you become more and more mine.' Kaitlyn sucked in a breath as he pushed a finger into her. It glided straight in. Then he pulled it out. Next, she felt the hard, hot tip of his manhood. 'And it's the same with me.'

Kaitlyn braced herself as he grabbed hold of her hips; the initial thrust was always a little uncomfortable. He was big and he seemed to be getting bigger every time she encountered him.

He slid into her, not too fast, not too slow. She gasped at the feel of a pinch as her labia peeled back, allowing him entrance. With a groan, she leaned more heavily on her forearms, spreading her legs wider, so he could slide in deep. She could feel his hot breath and the wetness of his saliva as he kissed down her back. As he did that, he pushed and pushed until he was all the way in. And there he stopped, holding himself inside her, so deep, so thick.

With a sigh, he traced his finger down the bones of her spine, making her shiver, before reaching down to smooth his hands around her cheeks again.

He gripped them tightly.

Then he was thrusting, hard enough now that the pillows started falling to the floor. He exhaled with a hiss. Grabbing the back of her neck, he pushed her face into the pillows as he thrust harder. Kaitlyn moaned. She was burning up. Her skin was prickling. His hands felt so good upon her. Deep inside she was electrified. It was always the same. It was always wonderful. No matter how rough or gentle or how many times they did it—it was as though they were meant for each other.

He was breathing fast and hard now. Grunting replaced the hissing. His grip tightened around her neck. And Kaitlyn knew he was close. With a final thrust of his pelvis, he emptied into her. He was quiet this time, only emitting a gasping choke. She could feel it. She could feel the heat of it. Her cry was muffled by the pillow as her vagina clamped down hard around him, again and again.

Then it was over and they were both left panting. But he wasn't done. She was not done. The night was yet young. Releasing her neck, he began smoothing his big, broad hands down her back, and Kaitlyn couldn't help but arch against them in ecstasy. How she loved him touching her.

'On your back,' he commanded.

Kaitlyn obeyed, legs spread wide, her skirt up by her waist. She gazed up at him in anticipation. His stunning blue eyes were filled with such intensity they seemed to blaze in his handsome face. Between her legs, she felt his semen trickle out of her in a warm gush. He was far from done, she noticed, his erection even harder than it was before: red and thick and throbbing. Cum beaded his pubic hair. He smoothed his hand over his testicles with a grunt. Against the firelight, his shaft glimmered with her secretions.

Then he pushed his hands up under her blouse, and the night continued.