Marshal Jim Raynor awoke from his sleep. Or at least he thought he had. He was laid in his old bed, in his old shack, on the back water mining colony of Mar Sara. It wasn't much, but it was home. He had married here, raised a son, both whom had been taken away from him far too soon. He filled his days with work and that suited him just fine.

He realized he was unable to move in his bed, but he wasn't concerned. He knew he wasn't alone, but it didn't scare him.

He looked to the doorway of the room and a saw the shape of a woman. No. Not a woman. Something else. As she stepped forward, Jim could make out more of her features; large horns protruded out of her head, her ears long and pointed, and large battered wings behind her. As the moonlight crept in the window he could see her skin was a deep purple, her hair was ebony black.

He knew what this was. His mind was telling him she was a Succubus. But he didn't care. Succubi didn't exist. He was still dreaming.

She came to stand beside his bed and she looked at him lustfully with bright green eyes. She reached out a hand to touch his chest, her long black nails gliding over his skin.

He shivered at her expert touch but signed when she took it away and placed her hands on the top that barely contained her breasts. "You're beautiful," he breathed as she slowly pulled her top down to expose her large chest.

She smirked at his comments, and placed her hands on her breasts, squeezing them to entice her nipples to harden. She could tell he wanted her and that encouraged her.

He wanted to reach out and touch her, entwine their fingers together as they touched her heavenly chest.

"In time, my dear," she finally spoke. It was seductive and playful. She hooked her fingers into her thong and wiggled herself out of it.

Jim looked to her womanhood, void of any hair, her slit visible between her slightly parted legs.

She eyed him up before she climbed onto the bed, swinging her leg over him and straddling him. She looked down upon him and rested her hands on his chest.

He welcomed her presence and he felt himself grow hard as he admired her body.

She moved slowly over him, her movements too gentle to be classed as a dance, her eyes never breaking contact with him.

He lay there in awe, her figure was perfection to him.

She lowered herself down onto his shaft and began to ride him. Her pace was steady, not too fast, and not too slow.


The next thing Jim knew, he was awaking the following morning, confused but satisfied. He looked around his room to get his bearings, and was both disappointed and relieved to find his bed empty. 'Some dream,' he pondered to himself. It had seemed so real, so erotic, so amazing, but of course the demon woman he had dreamed was not real.

Light streamed in through the cracks in the blind and dust filled the air. Living on a barren, desert world resulted in everything appearing just that little bit dirty.

He pushed himself off the bed, knowing he should get ready for work. As he stood he felt dizzy and immediately dropped back to the bed. He took a moment to recover, it was not like him to feel faint. Certain it had passed, he stood once more and headed for his pile of clothes. He would pick up some breakfast on the way to work to make himself feel better.