The dreams that haunted Talia that night were a little stranger than usual. She was in a lush bedroom with blood-red walls and black sheets. There was someone there with her but every single time she tried to look at them they’d disappear. Then the phantom touches, a brush across her bare breasts, her shoulder, her thigh. Something that felt like a kiss on a hardened nipple, soft tempting chuckles. Fingers tracing the curves of her body, then crossing in front to dip between her legs. Whoever they were, they were female. That in and of itself was unusual because when she did have dreams like this it was usually a man. Just as the touches became more heated slipping in between her legs to brush over her swollen clit she suddenly got the sense she wasn’t alone in reality.<br/><br/>Talia woke with a start shooting up in bed and coming face to face with what she knew was a demon. Jumping out of bed she scrambled for the weapons he kept in her side table drawer and drew it. “Stay back denizen of hell!” she demanded her eyes narrowing on the creature that had been laying beside her. “You have five seconds to return from whence you came before I…I.” panting she became acutely aware of how sensitive she was. She could feel the wetness coating her thighs and the way her nipples strained against the fabric of her shirt. “Was it you? Did you slip into my dreams and tempt me to such…sinful actions?” It had to be right? It's the only thing that made sense. The huntress had been dreaming about a phantom woman and being aroused by her, then she woke up and there was a demon in her bed watching her. How had this happened? She'd been checked for possession before she left the manor and was found clean. Unless....she hadn't been possessed? Perhaps the demoness had been...hitching a ride? It wasn't uncommon for some to be able to slip into shadows, it was nearly unoticable unless the priest knew to look for it. They'd assumed she stopped the summoning...clearly she had not.