<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/Doomtown/doomtown92_zps5acd1431.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Lady Elisabeth Boyle<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Member of the Collegium.<br/><strong>Date:</strong>Friday Christmas eve night, December 24th, 1875<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>not too long after midnight<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Her bed and private room.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Theodore Howell, closed<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><em><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house. Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.'</span></em></span></div><br/>...but that was not exactly true at a certain shop and house downtown. Above the local apothecary in her bedroom a young woman with golden hair tossed and trembled in her bed, arching then kicking the cover from her as her feet slid apart exposing her self. A half muffled moan of fear and pleasure escaped her lips. For you see she had no visions of 'sugar plums' dancing in her sleep but something else ...something terrifying and arousing.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Night Terror</div><div class="spoiler_body">A NC/Extreme Nightmare (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=168240.0) in the Night Terrors thread.</div></div><br/><br/>Elisabeth sat up in her bed, a half scream on her lips that she choked back. She had kicked the covers from her and the chill air made her sweat soaked skin shiver. Her lovely breasts quivered as she almost gulped in air...tonight the nightmare had been the most vivid she could remember...in fact she could remember most of it which was unlike normal and added to the horror that griped her heart.<br/><br/>Yet her body was on fire, a desire and need she had not felt before filled her. The walls of the dim bedroom seemed to close in on her and something whispered in the still air around her...a chant? a laugh?<br/><br/>Elisabeth always prided herself on her strong mind and will, she would use reason and logic to figure something out yet that reason and logic fled her and something else drove her. She half fell, half stumbled out of her wet bed, sweat and her own discharge had almost soaked the sheets and gave the room a smell that reeked of sex and need. Standing and making her way to her closet, she trembled and shivered. She had to get out of here...take a walk...fight the fire and need that filled her...breath air that did not smell of her sex.<br/><br/>She pulled on a long green silk robe not bothering with anything else, she was just too scared, too aroused and worried that she was truly going insane like those 'mad scientists' everyone spoke of. She pulled on slippers and her reason was enough to make sure she put one her revolvers in a pocket and her key in the other. She hurried down the back stairs and into the strangely empty streets, but then it was Christmas eve and who would be out but some fool or someone half mad with fear and need.<br/><br/>By the time her feet found the wood of the walk way she was almost running. She knew somehow that she had been called to this area, it went against her reason and her logic but she knew. It terrified her what it could mean and what the 'things' wanted from her...yet a part of her craved them...wanted the pleasure they showed her to be real. She wanted to leave but she could not get herself to do so...something kept her...her reason told her that the night terrors came less when she not in the area so she should go...but she couldn't and that too scared her. Ever since she had arrived in Gomorra, the night terror came more often. Where it had been once a month, since she had turned 12 and had her first period, now it was weekly and sometimes twice a week. Her body would stay full of fear and desire for 2 days afterwards but she had coped until now. She had bought an large perfectly made ivory dildo while in Indian and it had help stem her need but not tonight.<br/><br/>God she just wanted to have it stop..maybe she should just leap from the mesa and let it end.<br/><br/>Her feet were running now, the green robe flowing back showing her long pale legs and tight over her taut breasts and hard nipples. She ran, her mind not caring but just needing to exhaust the body. Finally she slowed and stopped one hand against a wall and gulped in air, her lungs burning but her body still needing to be taken, to feel helpless ...to be ravaged till she screamed in pleasure...unless her mouth as full as well.<br/><br/>She leaned partly against that wall and tears filled her green eyes, she seldom cryed, but she had dealt with this alone for too many years...she felt so alone...so filled with terror ...so in need and aroused.<br/>