The skin on my cheek, my neck, my breasts, and my thigh tingled. My body felt hot and restless. I was breathing hard as my heart continued to race wildly in my chest. Every place that he had touched still felt hot like my body still remembered his touch. When I moved my lower body a little a throbbing sensation shot through my core. My pussy clenched and quivered, drawing a moan from my lips. My eyes widened at the unfamiliar throbbing in between my legs. It feels very wet and sticky down there. I whimpered before biting down on my lower lip. My body felt so sensitive that tears pulled in my eyes. After gathering my courage, I slowly reached my hand down in between my legs. After parting my thighs apart, I whimpered in shock before I clenched my teeth together at the sensation of something warm and wet gushing out from the slit in between my legs. My wetness soaked my fingers as it continued spilling out from my love hole. There was so much of it, and I could feel another wave building up inside of me before it spurted out to wet my panties. I could feel the slippery warm stickiness against my fingers and hand. Did my body respond to his touches this much although it was just a dream? It just felt too real… After taking in deep breaths to calm myself down, my body stopped trembling and I began to relax. Slowly, I sat up in bed. The cold wind blew in through the window and brushed against my face as it whipped my loose hair back behind me. Wait! The wind blew in through the window? But I was sure that I closed the window before I went to bed. My eyes flickered to the window and found it widely open. The wind blew in along with the bright moonlight. I had no idea what the date was, but the moon was almost a complete round circle. Carefully, I got out of bed and took the few steps towards the window on shaky legs. The night was peaceful regardless of the rapid beating of my heart. Why is the window open? The small hair at the back of my neck stood up and goosebumps formed on my neck and arms. My hand was on the windowpane when my eyes dropped to the ground below. My body froze in shock as fear griped me. I was too stunned to even scream. The garden below was only dimly lit in orange light, but I was sure that I saw the silhouette of a wild animal clearly. My heart skipped a beat when my eyes met a pair of intense blue eyes staring back at me. The beast sat on the ground patiently as its head glanced up as if it had been staring at the window of my room. “No…” I whispered before I managed to take a step back. The beast’s eyes still held mine. Although I was so panicked, the beast seemed calm. I pulled the window closed and locked it before shutting the curtains. My heart danced around wildly in my chest as I placed my hand there to comfort myself. There are wild animals in this palace. Really?Is this supposed to be normal? Why didn’t anyone warn me about this? What should I do? Maybe I should tell Madame Cassandra about it tomorrow… I don’t think I was staring at it for that long but if I wasn’t mistaken, then that wild animal just now must have been…a wolf? … **Leonard’s point of view** This isn’t real…at least, I don’t think that it is… The softness of her breast filling my hand. Her moans as her body squirmed and writhed underneath mine. Even though I knew that I shouldn’t be touching her like this, my hands wouldn’t stop moving. I caressed her breast before squeezing them a little rougher than before, causing her to moan even louder. The sweet sounds of pleasure that she was making turned me on even more. Her nipples were hard and erect as her chests heaved up and down in rhythm to her heavy breathing. I stared deeply into her eyes. These eyes that I’ve seen so often before in my mind until they seemed overly familiar. Her cheeks were flushed a rosy pink and her lips were slightly parted as she enjoyed the attention of my hands on the sensitive spots of her body. It was clear that she was unused to the touches of a man, and she was most likely very confused about how her body was reacting. Her body was extremely sensitive and responsive to my touch. Before I could stop myself, I slid my hand under her nightgown before dragging the fabric covering her legs upwards. Her legs were shapely, and her skin was fine. Slowly, I stroked my fingers along her leg before progressing up from her knee to her thighs. She cried out and her hips bucked. I smirked at her adorable reaction. Her excitement excited me. Her eyes pleaded with me, and I started to see tears swimming in their depths. She was confused and most likely very upset. I wondered if she even understood the feelings invading her mind and body. This, my little girl, is desire…That was what I wanted to tell her and then teach her. However, I am not going to become the beast that I was born to be. “Your name?” I asked. She never got around to telling me her name and I never wanted to meet her face to face in the real world to ask. If this is a dream, then perhaps, I could pretend that none of this ever happened because it never really happened. “My name…?” she mumbled, completely lost in a daze. I smiled and withdrew my hand from her body by exercising the last bit of self-restraint that I had left. If this is a dream, then the only way out for us both to make it out was to simply wake up. --To be continued…