He visited again, the same way he did each time he visited. A sudden draft of human presence thrust at me, kept me at a line between sleep and wakefulness. I felt hands groped over me, craftly cupping the roundness on my chest. He had the tips inbetween his fingers and mass sensational movement smoothened in. As it filled in, it filtered through me with current. He bent over, made a perfect shape to reach with wet lips. He tongue-tipped them one after another, like a check for succulence. I melt away with every lick and threw my legs astride. Tension was building in me. He knew it as it beckoned on him. He drew his head down, to my thigh and wet the region. It was rousing. I cringed,squirmed in a fit of spasm. Next, I felt a steel plunged into me. I met his stiffness with soaked rims. Tingles from its initial thrust soon gave way to a drooling sweetness. I coiled up in excitement,my backside tipping to a corner. He gave me more of his energetic self through the slit. He droned along his breath, each echo overwhelmed me. Soon I joined him but in a light moan. Then I felt him withdrew quickly,in a lightening speed. A grip of hand woke me. It was my sister’s. Balls of her eyes swelled at my night dress,at the part drenched with redness. I had just lost a pregnancy. He took my baby, and I was left in a pool of my blood. ‘I should have prayed against him, against every incubus’.