Heck dreamed wetly, the earlier action-packed experience had his brain going at full tilt while his body collapsed from exhaustion.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> Haizel danced in front of him, her body jerked to the bass of a primordial music that played somewhere in the distance.   She was almost 'heathen' in her movements, fucking the air, to the mesmerizing beat. Her beautiful tits bounced as her sickeningly beautiful eyes  caught his with every rotation. A thick fog encased them, and although  he could sense others around, their presence wasn't intrusive, at least in this version of the repeating dream.  <br/><br/>Heck reached out with is hands and she came to him without hesitation, her soft warm frame massaged his and the bulge of her rear pushed onto his crotch, urging it from slumber. She had no inhibitions and neither did he in this fantasy realm. Suddenly both of their clothes were gone and although he didn't remember taking them off, he didn't question the dream's logic. <br/><br/>Now Haizel was kissing him, sucking on his tongue like it was a piece of meat that needed removed from freshly killed prey. He squeezed her tit's as hard as he could, and her pussy juiced down his naked leg in reaction. His penis entered her slight pussy and they became one, smashing together with no abandon. <br/><br/>The fog covered silhouettes closed the distance, and now the Heck could make out that they were some werewolf elders, truly lupine, they watched without judgment, and Heck continued to pound away at Haizel's soft pussy. He bit into where her shoulder met her neck and worked his way down to the soft bit of flesh between her breasts.  The Elder Wolves surrounding them exploded in a unison howl, at the exact second the drumbeat crescendoed. </span><br/><br/>Back in the real world Haizel had actually crept into Heck's room/prison. He'd fallen asleep while reading the tome and now the open book rested on his lap.  When he awoke finally, he looked up to see, what he believed was the continuation of the erotic dream. Haizel was there impossibly, and she was dressed again and sitting on the edge of the bed, he barely noticed the book sitting in her own lap.<br/><br/>Heck rose, half asleep, and pounced on Haizel, his mind still  firmly in the reenactment  of his dream.