A Knock at the Door

The evening light filtered through the dusty windows of Belladonna Grove, casting eerie shadows across the room. Still shaken from the dream, I leaned back in the chair, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts and desires. The dream lingered in my thoughts, the woman's ethereal beauty both enticing and...disturbing. I had had sexually charged dreams before, of course, but this one seemed different. Always before, my sex dreams had been erotic, but focused on my own pleasure. Wish fulfillment, that sort of thing. But in this one, I had felt focused on pleasuring the woman. Although kissing her and touching her skin had felt pleasurable, I had not thought about attempting to satisfy myself. Now that I had awoken, I was still aroused and unsatisfied.

As I contemplated the dream, trying to make sense of its significance, and feeling a strong desire to take care of the erection that tented my pants, a sharp knock at the front door startled me. My heart skipped a beat. Was Carlisle back? Why would he return so soon, and so late in the day? With cautious curiosity, I made my way to the door.

Opening the door, I found myself face to face with a stunning woman. Her deep, rich complexion radiated a warm glow, and her eyes sparkled with intelligence. Her outfit was a tasteful blend of allure and sophistication, a figure-hugging, knee-length, deep red dress that accentuated her curves with grace and elegance. The fabric draped delicately, hinting at her natural allure without being overly revealing. The dress featured a subtle V-neckline, offering a teasing glimpse of her décolletage, while thin spaghetti straps delicately framed her shoulders. The back of the dress dipped into a gentle curve, leaving just enough to the imagination. Her stylish and practical ankle-strap heels added a touch of height and enhanced the allure of her legs--which were spectacular--without being overly ostentatious.

Her dark curls framed her face, and a subtle touch of makeup highlighted her striking features. Her full lips were adorned with a soft, berry-toned lipstick, and her eyes were accentuated with a smoky eyeshadow that added depth to her gaze.

She wore a delicate gold pendant, glimmering softly as it rested in her cleavage. A red gem of some kind nestled between her breasts. The pendant seemed to hold a mysterious charm, much like the woman herself.

Her smile held a hint of mischief as she said, "Hello, I'm Olivia. I hope I'm not interrupting anything." She glanced down at my crotch. "Am I?"

I felt my face flush and shoved a hand in my pocket to try and hide the bulge. "Oh, uh, no, no. I'm not, uh, busy. Sorry. I just woke up from a nap."

"Oh, too bad. I thought maybe my necklace had just caught your eye." She winked.

I gulped as I tore my eyes from her breasts and looked into her face. She laughed. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to tease, Jason. I used to work for your Uncle Vlad, and I couldn't resist coming by to see the new owner." She held out her hand.

I stammered as I took it. "No interruption at all. I'm Jason. Please, come in. It's a pleasure to meet you." Her hand in mine was warm and her grip firm as she squeezed.

Olivia stepped inside, her movements graceful and captivating. "I must say, the mansion looks goo don you."

I chuckled, feeling my heart race a bit faster in Olivia's presence. "Flattery will get you everywhere, Olivia. What brings you here?"

Olivia's gaze locked with his, her eyes dancing with mischief. "Oh, just a bit of curiosity, Jason. I couldn't resist coming to see the new master of the place. Call me Liv."

I couldn't help but notice Olivia's gaze lingering on me, her eyes sparkling with a knowing twinkle. Or was it my imagination, spurred by the vivid dream and the arousal it had stirred.

Olivia walked ahead of me, her hips moving back and forth in a way I couldn't take my eyes off. "You know, Jason, I couldn't help but notice your...situation...when you opened the door. Are you sure I'm not interrupting company, or are you always so eager to greet unexpected visitors?" She turned quickly, once again catching me with my eyes misbehaving.

I blushed--again--, feeling a warmth spread across my cheeks. "I...uh...well, not every unexpected visitor."

Olivia laughed, a melodious sound that filled the room. "Oh, Jason, you certainly have a way with words. Shall we sit in the library?" As I followed her into the grand room, I felt as though I was the guest and she the host. She gestured to a plush couch set against the window, and I sat. Rather than taking the chair next to it, she sat next to me.

Her eyes sparkling with curiosity. Sensing her eagerness, I couldn't help but wonder what lay beneath her enchanting demeanor. "So, Jason," Olivia began, casually, "how are you finding the mansion so far? Have you come across anything... interesting?"

"Well, actually," I confessed, "I did notice that several of the paintings seem to show the same woman. I don't know much about my family history, but it looks like the same woman, or her descendants, I guess. Just seemed strange because they are all so similar. Must be really strong genes." My mind couldn't help but be drawn back to the dream. "And get this, I even had a dream about her."

Olivia's large dark eyes widened ever so slightly, a flicker of excitement dancing within them. "A dream, huh? Intriguing. You think dreams have meaning?"

I nodded, feeling a sense of relief in sharing my experience. "This one felt that way. As if I was being beckoned into another world. So real."

Olivia's eyes burned into mine, palpable with intrigue. "Jason, there are secrets and mysteries woven into the fabric of this mansion. These dreams could be part of it."

I leaned forward, my curiosity piqued. "What do you mean?"

Olivia paused, her gaze momentarily distant. "I'm not sure I can explain it. I worked as your uncle's assistant for several years and I must confess... I've always been fascinated by the hidden realms, the inexplicable. As he was. I can't help but wonder if your dreams and the enigmatic energy of this mansion are connected."

Her admission took me by surprise, but it also drew me in. "Really? Tell me more." Olivia began to tell me about how she met my uncle when he advertised for an assistant, helping him with his accounts and keeping up the estate. "But you can't spend more than a few minutes in this house, you'll see how your uncle's interests in the occult was more than a hobby. He would have me seek out and obtain books and old manuscripts on weird subjects. And those paintings? The ones on the wall are the tip of the iceberg. He collected crazy amounts of old portraits. And you know what? Most of the ones in the attic storage are just like the ones in here. Same woman. Different time periods. Different clothes. Different names. But..." She arched an eyebrow. I found myself breathing hard.

"What about this dream?" she said. I blushed again, dropping my eyes. But then I found myself staring down the front of her dress, which did nothing to help. "Tell me about it?"

"Are you sure?" I said. I saw her smile when she noticed my eyes on her cleavage. "I mean, it's a bit...blue."

The corner of her mouth twitched. "I like blue."

So I told her. As I described the mysterious setting, the dark ancient place, I felt as if I was describing a real place. I described the strange blonde beauty who inspired such desire and lust in me, I felt myself growing aroused again. I watched Olivia's face as I told the story. Her lips opened, and she began to breathe harder. As I described my hands exploring the dream woman's body, Olivia's chest swelled and relaxed. When I told her about what I had done between the dream goddess's legs, I saw her nipples harden through the dress.

"...and I woke up, right before you knocked. That's why I was...you know, when you first saw me."

"Was?" she breathed. She glanced down at my waist.

"Oh my god," I hid my eyes under my hand. "Sorry, that's embarrassing."

"That story," Liv breathed, "was hot as hell. Don't be embarrassed. It had the same effect on me."

I looked up to see heat in her face as she looked into my eyes. I swallowed as I felt her hand on my thigh. "To be honest," she said, "I'd love to have a dream like that." Her hand slid up my leg. "Right now."

I moaned and her mouth was on mine. Our lips pressed together and I felt her tongue thrust into my mouth. I reached up and pulled her to me, my hands on the skin of her back, feeling her muscles moving as her hand stroked me. My cock throbbed in my pants.

Liv kissed me hard, then took my wrist and guided my hand to her chest, sliding my finger under the strap of her dress. Her hot flesh under my fingertips made me groan. I slid my hand along the top of her breast, slipping the strap from her shoulder. She panted into my mouth as her fingers worked my belt and zipper, and the dress fell away from her right shoulder and breast. My hand clutched her perfectly shaped tit and I felt her nipple slide between my fingers.

Liv suddenly pushed me down on the couch, and I lay on my back as she pulled my cock from my pants and lowered her luscious lips to the tip. She kissed my cock once, then devoured me, as if she could not wait to take me all in. I felt the warm, wet delight of her mouth on me as she sucked. I pulled her hips to my face and she draped her leg over my head, revealing what her skirt had hidden. The fact that she had no panties on seems the most natural thing in the world as she lowered her pussy to my mouth.

She tasted like glory itself. My lips and tongue frantically lapped and kissed and sucked her pussy. With every moan I brought from her with my mouth, she sent delightful vibrations through my cock.

I nibbled and sucked her clit, and she took me deep, my head in her throat. Then she pulled off suddenly, cool air flowing around my wet erection like abandonment. I groaned. She twisted her body around and knelt over me, her dripping cunt flowing over my cock like honey.

"Fuck me," she whispered. "Jesus, fuck me now." I thrust upward and she groaned, then grunted as her hips slammed down onto mine. As I bucked and thrust, she rode me hard and harder. I reached for her breast and tweaked her nipple as we fucked. She arched her back and pulled her dress over her head. Naked but for her shoes, Liv bounced on my dick, reveling in her sexual abandon. My hands roamed freely over her gorgeous body. Without the dress, her perspiration slick skin seemed to shine in the dimming light from the sun setting outside the window. Her firm ass felt like it belonged in my hands.

She took one of my hands and brought it to her mouth. She sucked my fingers and the sensation sent electricity through my body from my fingertips to my cock, seeming to form a circuit through her body that brought us both to levels of ecstasy I'd never known.

"Liv, I'm gonna cum," I whispered or screamed (I couldn't tell). That only made her ride me harder, faster. She spasmed and her eyes closed, her mouth opened wide and she leaned back as her pussy swallowed me deep.

She squealed and her leg stiffened and began to twitch as she came hard. That drove me past the brink and I clutched her to me as my balls boiled over and I emptied my lust into her lush body. My orgasm seemed to take a lifetime as each pulse shot through me and just as I thought I was done, Liv's vagina would squeeze and pull another spasm from me.

We finally collapsed together on the couch, our bodies intertwined, my cock still inside her, half hard. I stroked her hot skin, exploring her chest and back. She kissed my mouth again.

"Mmm," she purred. "I think this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship."