#2896 - He shook his head, trying to clear it, but as he did so his long hair fell messily about his face. The creature, whatever it was, fed off of pleasure, how else was it supposed to get it other than by taking young girls? It was after all male and it was doing all the young things a favor, he now knew! In the warm embrace of its lair they were never hungry, never wanting, their minds permanently locked in a heightened state of pleasure and euphoria, it even, through the potency of its power, kept them awake and conscious, never missing out on a moment's potential pleasure for the frivolity of sleep. His other hand glided up his body, sensitive fingertips traveling over the perfectly smooth, silky skin of his abdomen, now a perfect unmarred surface, no longer troubled with the definition of abs or muscle.