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The houses of Montague and Capulet have always been at war until the star crossed lovers Romeo and his Juliet were foun...
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Tybalt thrusts himself from the haunting dream that held his mind in its evil clutches moments before. Now, sweating and swearing under his breath, he casts his eyes around him. His chambers had not changed and none were awaiting beside his bed to alert him of any midnight mission. He allows himself to relax, letting go of the knife in his clutches. He listens to it clang against the stone floor.
The Capulet turns over onto his stomach and reveals his back to the roof of his elaborate bed. He lets himself drift back into a soft slumber, only to find himself falling quickly into a deeper sleep.
Suddenly something moves beside him. He tries to lift his arm but he finds he cannot. His mind is still half entrapped in dreams. He breathes in sharply and finds his arm being lifted off the bed. His eyes flutter open and before him in the darkness is the shape of a woman. She lays his arm on her breast calmly. Tybalt's eyes shoot open wide and his body jolts to life.
He is shocked but not surprised at her desire. Her scene is the same as before. The ball, the many nights spent alone, has permanently branded her scent into his mind.
The Capulet Prince groans, and pulls her under him, finding her legs wrap around his waist. He feels the heat of her nakedness and it only makes him burn with a need for more. He purrs against the skin of her neck and she leans her head back submissively. The prey has walked directly into the hands of the predator.
Tybalt presses his hard cock against her hips and revels in her subtle moan, her lips barely parted for him. He smirks and nuzzles himself deeper into her neck. Taking her cue, he presses slowly but firmly upwards into her hips. A louder groan drives Tybalt on, pressing harder with each thrust, still retaining the slow pace. Rose takes in a sharper breath, her nails digging into his scarred back. He groans without realizing it and braces his left arm against the bedpost.
With another groan from the both of them, he senses her moisture against his cock hidden in his breeches. He snakes his right hand down to his pants and sits up, forcing her legs to release his hips from her own. Rose looks up at him in the darkness, her eyes slightly confused. Tybalt can sense her disappointment, not wanting him to stop grinding into her.
He toys with her mind as he slides off his breeches and massages his hard member in front of her. Even in the dark, Rose can see his faint outline. His arm tenses against his pleasure and she sits up to get a face-full.
