I had waited long enough. Tonight was the night when everything I had longed for would come true. My darkest desires fulfilled in the long hours of the night. Glancing at my pocket watch I found the time to be 1:32 Am. Nodding I snapped it shut. The other girls in Christine's dorm room would be fast asleep dreaming of the asinine stage hands that flirted with them each day. It was my night. Mine and no one was going to ruin it for me, and to make sure of this I tucked the small dagger into the left pocket of my pants. Tonight was mine….. My Obsession.

Creeping along the corridors of the forbidden pass to the girl's dormitories I placed my hand on the wall to keep my balance. Well what? Did you expect me of all people to do this sober. Of course not. For a little while before I had downed a couple fingers worth of whiskey to my own satisfaction. After all it did give me a well deserved confidence boost. Almost giddy to myself I wandered down the hall until I got to the wooden door with gold writing along the frame. Touching it gingerly…almost testing to see if it was real, I stepped inside and began my mission.

She lay in the fetal position covered in her mounds of blankets (Seeing as that it was in the dead of winter I wouldn't want my dear Christine to get cold., so I ignored how long it would take me to wiggle her out). Brushing back a forlorn piece of hair from her forehead I lifted her into my arms. Stepping lightly through the room once more I made my way back the way I had come. Though it was rather hard seeing as that I'm drunk and carrying a girl in my arms. No wait. Make that a Woman in my arms. Yes it sounds much better.

Was it the way she cuddled against my chest that made my mouth water. Or was it the sweet strawberry smell to her hair. Either way I found myself struggling not to take her as my own in the dusty hallway. Containing myself until we at least got to my 'hovel' of some sorts. Her little gasps from her dreams were enough to make me die of lust. Just the way her eyebrows moved in her sleep gave my a rather nice feeling in my loins. Laying her down gently in my bed I watched her eyes flutter open softly.

I had prepared for this moment for a long time. Knowing that she would not agree openly of the act I was about to commit to her I had already the right tools I would need. Discreetly I covered her mouth with my hand until I could reach into my side drawer and pull out the binding I had made to keep her silent until I was ready for her to call out my name in lust.

Of course she struggled at first….they always seem to do that. But in the end I won and had her gagged so she couldn't speak unless I wanted her to. I was so close to taking her now. But first I needed to drive her (and myself) over the edge until I could call myself a victor of this war.

A single hand of mine crept along the hem of her nightgown. The thread had been worn away. By what I wondered. Anyways. Moving along her inner thigh I felt my hunger to touch her sex and feel what it was like to be in her. Warming my hand up so I didn't shock her with the cold. I plunged my ring finger and middle finger into her. Oh yes it was very warm. Just as I had wanted. Wanted and waited for all these years. After a few stroked her body moved simultaneously with my hungry hand. It would rise to meet me every stroke so it would force me deeper into her. I felt her quiver when I pulled out. Tracing those fingers along her chest I ripped off the rest of her nightgown. I would soon as ravage her body with my eyes then with my hands at first.

Oh but it was hard to resist. I cupped her milky young breast in my hand and carefully licked along the almond that was her nipple. I feel her tremble under my touch. It makes me feel alive that I can bring her to her climax so wonderfully. My hand entered her sex once more whilst my lips kissed, sucked, and nibbled on her upper torso. Glancing up at her I noticed her eyes were closed and her face was relaxed from the pleasure. Interesting. I wanted that young face to curl and scream in pain all at the same time I felt my own pleasure. Is that wrong of me? Taking off my clothes I stood and just looked at her. Young a fruitful, just what I wanted. Her body glistening with sweat and her own sweet juices. Oh yes tonight will be spectacular. Climbing back onto the bed I rubbed my own body against hers. This time I was a bit surprised as she rose to meet me again. Her little moans quite pleasing to my ears. Caressing her I plunged my member into hers. Nothing could stop me now. My forceful shoves into her had just the effect I wanted. Christine's face was a grimace. The pain was unbearable for her. But it's what she deserved for what she's put me through. Slowly. And I do mean slowly. Her face began to change. It softened until it came to pure delight and satisfaction. Her moans became louder and louder. I almost feared they would make me release to fast, but they did not and I matched her pleasure against mine until linked together we both rode each other until the other couldn't take it any longer. Now was the time. Taking my hands off of her I yanked off the gag and heard my name shouted in pleasure. "Erik!" her voice shattered whatever sense to soberness I had. I was now blinded by pure lust. My thrusts were so fierce that I felt her screams shiver all through her body. Oh I noticed the blood alright. But being the person that I am I ignored it until later. Taking her in my arms I took her over the last edge of the race and the last thrust until I released inside of her sharply. Her body fell limp in my arms and I held her there making sure she got her fill of me. Letting her go she fell back into the sheets and passed out.

Examining what had happened I whipped Christine's legs off with a wet towel to get rid of the blood. Exactly what I wanted. Everything had turned out perfect. Thinking to myself, I watched her sleep out the exhaustion. Yes perfect. Only one thought lingered in my mind.

How can I take this to the next level?