You find yourself in a land made unrecognizable by the oppressive fog that blankets everything and dulls the light of nearly all that it touches. The golden rays of lights cast by the setting Sun in acknowledgment of the present dusk being your only solace, but alas, even this small blessing of warmth leaves you when the Sun drops down past the horizon, leaving you alone surrounded by an uncaring mist now draped in complete darkness. Only now that the tender touch of dusk leaves you, does the panic begin to take hold in your heart. With nothing to serve as a guide all you can do is stumble aimlessly through the fog and hope that help is out there somewhere. What feels like hours pass until something catches onto your leg and trips you face first into the cold earth, when you finally manage to roll over onto your back you're struck in place with absolute fear. Hellish eyes promising certain death pierce through the veil and bore down upon you in the manner that a predator looks at its prey.and in an instant they devour you. Fangs painfully tear through you flesh and shatter your bones as if they were mere twigs; all that you can do is scream out in horror as the unfeeling darkness consumes you

Disorientated and drenched in sweat you hurriedly survey your surroundings. There is no fog suffocating your room, no monster ready to tear your body to shreds, and no dusk to calm your troubled soul with its tender embrace. The only thing you see is the dim display of your clock telling you that it's '1:36' in the morning, not that such a realization can ease your worries when you're like this. "It's not real. It's just a bad dream. It's not real. It's just a…" Oh what you kidding, this affirmation never worked when your nightmare was this bad, the only method capable of calming you when it got this bad was behind a painted door somewhere on the land ship. And so, with no alternative left you make your way out of our room and begin wandering the halls with hopes of once more feeling Dusk's embrace. Even with the sparse lighting, finding the painted door was hardly a difficult task, sometimes you wondered if she knew you would need her and intentionally made it easy to find the entrance to her domain.

You stand before the entranceway leading to Dusk's room, the only thing blocking your path being the door. Before you even have the chance to knock the door cracks open on its own, it would appear that she was expecting your visit tonight. Upon crossing the threshold into her domain you're met with the sight of beautiful vistas and a sprawling sea of colors, from the lightest blues to the darkest greens. All that you can see strikes you as being distinctly Dusk, and you can't help but admire all of it. Not wishing to keep her waiting any longer you begin to make your way through the painting, feeling more at ease with each step. At last, you find yourself standing before a quaint wooden cottage with the person you're after just inside, expecting you. With a heart void of any hesitation you walk inside and see her, sitting in front of her easel, brush in hand, working on her latest masterpiece.

Dusk's gaze drifts towards you when she finally takes note of your entrance and already knowing what brought you here she sets her paintbrush aside and welcomes you into her arms. For a while it feels as though the world has disappeared, the only thing you care to acknowledge is the soft embrace of the painter in front of you. You didn't realize how bad your nightmare had affected you until Dusk wrapped her tail around you and began running her hand through your hair bringing you deeper into her embrace. Despite the tenderness and care behind each of her touches you couldn't help but fall apart and start sobbing into her shirt. "What if this is the last time she holds me? What if the Sun fails to rise again and denies the soft embrace of the dusk? What if…" the racing of your thoughts come to an abrupt end when you feel a gentle touch on your face. So distracted were you by your worries that you failed to notice that Dusk lowered the both of you onto your knees or how she moved her hand from behind your head to caress your cheek.

When you looked up at her through your tear filled eyes met with her soft orange ones. No words were exchanged; there was no need for them. Everything that haunted you made itself clear in your eyes, the fears that tore at your soul laid bare before her gentle gaze. Dusk tenderly lifted your head and lowered hers until her forehead rested against yours allowing her you peer even deeper into your eyes. From your current position it takes little effort to remove what little distance was left keeping her away and capture her lips in a desperate kiss. You wrap your arms around her as if afraid that she might disappear at any moment if you let her go. When you pull your head back bringing the kiss to an end, you open your mouth and try to say those precious three words but broken begging is all that slips past your lips "Please…please don't go. Please, I need you.". Without meaning to you begin to break down and fall into her once again. She wraps her arms and tail around you, holding you tighter than before. It's her the best she can do to assuage your fears; her way of letting you know that she's here.

It goes on like this for minutes, hours, days? Does it really matter? All that you know is that Dusk is here, the only thing holding you together as you fall apart. Eventually she lifts your head once more this time however she moves forward and captures your trembling lips with her own. Her hands trace their way down your face to your shoulders and she gently pushes you backward onto the floor. Dusk lays down on you and pins your body to the ground, to further assert that both of you are still here together. With your faces just a couple inches apart you both move forward and lock lips in the most intimate way yet, her tongue and yours do their best to embrace each other to match the rest of your bodies. Desperation to prove your existence, to need and be needed, to find peace, causes a frantic increase of pace within you. Your hands began to wander, tracing every inch of her form, from the firmness of her horns to the soft flesh of her tail, you take in every inch of her that you can. You take time to caress her tail, gliding your hands from the base to as far as you can reach from your position.

After you've had your fill of her tail your hands move further down back and settle on her rear. Dusk breaks the kiss, both to breathe and glare at you for your forwardness. Her glare breaks after you give her a gentle squeeze fueled more by love than lust. In retaliation she begins to explore you as well, her hands slide beneath your shirt and start to feel you up. Despite the rigorous exercise routine you've endured, her fingers find more scar tissue than muscle during their exploration of your torso. Another squeezing of her rear makes her withdraw one hand and slide past your waist line into your boxers; if you were going to grope her she'd just have to grope you back. Soft fingers wrap around your shaft and squish against her palm; loosening and tightening their grip in a drawn out rhythm. Soon her other hand finds its way from your torso towards your underwear and she makes quick work of removing them, exposing you to the open air.

Dusk begins to move her hand along your shaft while still keeping with the rhythm she established while squeezing it. It only takes a few strokes before and the flaccidity you had vanishes completely. She slithers down your body until her face is just above your erection then without warning she takes your tip into her mouth and begins lathering it with several licks. Slowly but surely she begins to take more and more of you into her mouth until her nose is pressed directly against your groin. With your shaft down her throat it's hard to miss when she begins shifting her body around, and her goal becomes apparent when you're faced directly with her concealed crotch. The message is clear, it's only fair that you take care of her while she works on you right? You use your fingers to move her panties aside and slide your tongue across her entrance to get a sample of her taste. A wiggle of her hips acts as a starting whistle and you dig your tongue into her honeyed entrance. Every movement of your tongue lets you indulge in more and more of her juices with a flavor far surpassing even the finest of delicacies. She picks up her pace and begins taking you down her throat faster and faster, coating your shaft in a sheen of her saliva and spit.

In an instant the ouroboros of pleasure came to an end. It's not clear who came first, all that you knew is your face was covered in her essence and that she was currently taking your load down her throat. Dusk gets off of you and saunters over towards her bed stopping to remove her panties before taking a seat on the edge and beckoning you over. After getting to your feet you move towards her and gently push her down onto the bed; climbing on top of her. You hover above her for a second before moving down and kissing her, invading her mouth to keep her occupied as you get between her legs and start lining yourself up with her entrance. Then with a gentle roll of your hips you penetrate her, filling her with your shaft. Your movements are slow, compassionate, gentle to avoid causing her any pain or discomfort. It doesn't take long before you're fully sheathed inside of her. You withdraw your tongue from her mouth so that you can look her in the eyes; searching for permission to start moving. She looks at you for a moment before giving you a nod to continue.

With her permission you begin to withdraw your shaft before moving it back inside her, soon you establish a steady rhythm; in and out, back and forth. Dusk begins moving her hips against your with each thrust letting you get deeper and deeper inside of her. The pace of your coupling starts to become more and more frantic with each movement, both you and her and getting closer and closer to climax. She wraps her arms around your neck; peppering it with light kisses when it gets into range, and when she feels the end approaching she bites down and sucks on a patch of skin marking you. The sudden rush from being bitten mixed with her walls tightening as she came makes you falter and release your seed into her womb. Spent from your two orgasms you quickly fall into a dreamless sleep; soon joined by your lover.

You awake to soft hands gently moving through your hair, petting you. Your heart overflows with relief when you realize that Dusk is with you, embracing against her chest. "You're still here" "Of course…" she says "...as long as you continue to make it through the darkest part of the night I'll be here". Her words settle deeply within you, because while the night may come it is certain that the Sun will rise again and bring with it that beloved dusk.