Chapter 11- Dreams lead to Torment; Ferrarro's Plight

Marco was lying in bed, tossing and turning. He'd been sleeping peacefully for the last few nights, but lately, his dreams had slowly begun turning from kind, loving peace, into horrible nightmares. He saw his body being tossed into a vast ocean, saw fire and heard the screams of his friends. They were crying for his help, but he couldn't even move, he was in such pain.

The scene changed and he found himself in a vast meadow. Turning, he saw Peter battling against an army of undead soldiers; with his flight and other tactics, Peter had successfully dealt with them all, but the worst was yet to come. Peter bent to one knee, catching his breath from exhaustion. Marco tried calling out to him, but Peter could not hear his cries. Peter himself stood and with a shout, ran toward the figure marching towards him.

The sound of clashing blades echoed around the area. Marco's vision brought him to the sight of Peter's blade clashing with Michael's. In a second, Peter had him pinned down, his sword inches from Michael's neck. But before Peter could deliver the final strike, his eyes widened, his vision becoming a blur. He found himself on the ground, and felt a foot touch his torso. There was an enormous hole in his chest, and the sword that had made the wound was in the hands of Alyssa Silvermane. "Peter!" Marco screamed as the blood drained from his brother's lifeless corpse.

Marco awoke with a start, sitting up in bed. Worry filled his face; he was topless and was covered in sweat. "Calm down Marco, it was just a dream; don't worry about it." He told himself, placing a hand to his forehead. He looked out the window; the moon was shining its light upon the land. Before he could think any more about what he had seen, he felt a hand touch his arm; looking down, he realized it was his wife, Isobel. "It's the middle of the night my love; you must sleep." She said. He looked into her face, its beauty having been seemingly amplified by the moonlight. "I will sleep soon, sweetheart; it was just a bad dream." Marco said, smiling at her.

She grabbed ahold of his hand and positioned it over her stomach, which was about the size of a small soccer ball. "This child will be our legacy; you are going to make a great mother, my love." Marco said, lightly rubbing her stomach. She reclined her head, moaning as he rubbed. "I could use a massage." She whispered, kissing him. Kissing her deeply, Marco said, "I would be delighted to oblige to your request."

He slowly turned her over, lying atop her form. Her eyes were layered with passion, her blue pupils full of longing; she cupped his face, pulling him down, and kissing him, wrapping her arms around his neck, and holding him in place. She moaned mid-kiss, pushing him away momentarily and unfastening the robe that encased her body, throwing it to the floor instantaneously. Marco's eyes were blazing with adoration at her naked form, kissing her and pinning her to the bed. "I take it you like what you see, Marco?" Isobel asked, moaning as Marco's lips caressed her left shoulder.

"Oh but I do, my princess." Marco said, gasping as he struggled with his belt. Tossing it aside, Isobel unbuttoned his collared shirt, unleashing the god-like physique underneath. His hands found hers; they kissed in longing, knowing that this would probably be their last night to share together. She moaned as his hands found her breasts, and she gasped as he began gently rubbing them. Scores of pleasure erupted through her body; she cried his name as he sucked on her left breast.

"I'll get you back for that." She said, an evil smirk appearing across her face. "And just how do you intend to do that?" Marco asked. Isobel flipped him over, sitting on his chest. "Like that. Now let's see what I can do for revenge." Isobel said, smiling as he kissed her warmly. She rubbed his abs, kissing down his chest, and she smirked when he moaned her name at the sensation. Isobel kissed him, slowly moving the pair of jeans off his lower body.

He caressed her cheek, kissing her deeply and running his hands down her elegant back, feeling her hair. He undid the clip, and her hair fell elegantly, stopping just above her tail-bone, but it only made her all the more breathtaking. Marco caressed her cheek, kissing her lips hungrily. The passion was rising in his heart, and he began to sweat, feeling his control slowly slipping away.

"I don't know if I should allow myself to lose control. I don't want to go too far." Marco thought. Isobel moaned as he sucked at her left shoulder, "Marco, you can do it." She met his lips in a long kiss, wrapping her legs around his waist. He rubbed her back, feeling her soft skin.

"Marco, please, don't hold back." Isobel moaned as Marco sucked on her right shoulder. She battled his tongue, her nerves feeling as though they were on fire. Marco's tongue descended to her breasts, and he enjoyed the moans that came from her as he licked her round nipples.

She entangled her fingers in his hair, giggling as a fire ignited inside her chest. He kissed and gently rubbed her round stomach. Isobel moaned, her head collapsing on the pillows. Her eyes sealed shut as he licked her triangular area.

She grabbed the bedsheets, gripping them tightly as she screamed, "Marco, keep it coming; please, don't stop!" Marco licked her again, before thrusting his manhood inside once, twice, three times, each with increasing levels of speed. "Oh yes." Isobel moaned softly, shrieking as the dam of pleasure burst within her body.

Her orgasm came like a flood, and she felt as though she was going to be split apart. Her climax was sudden, unexpected, but rewarding. His lips met hers, tasting her tongue. She was panting hard, enormous beads of sweat coated her entire body. "I love you so much, Marco." She said as she caressed his cheek. He smiled and dove in, capturing her lips.

Authors note: For those of you who have stuck with this fanfiction since the beginning, you will have no doubt noticed the sudden name change for Marco's wife. The reason for this change from Abby to Isobel is due to the fact that Abby or Abigail, and I are no longer together. Isobel was the first name that came to mind, and as such, is the name that I shall use until this story's eventual conclusion. Thank you for reading this chapter and for your commitment to this story; if any of you have any questions, feel free to PM me. Don't forget to review; take care everyone.