London had a way at night of turning even the most elegant of structures into a dark and gothic castle. The dreariness of the country was overbearing in some places, and though a building could be a beautiful palace by day, once the London darkness and fog began to cast over it, it grew to resemble a lair that only the darkest of demons dared to enter freely. And if it rained, the situation only magnified.

Naturally, it was raining as Donovan slowly stepped through the shadowed alleys of London. His feet stepped silently in the growing puddles and atop the wet cobblestone, and though he had much weight to carry with his normal large frame and the heavy sword he trusted in, his balance was perfect, and his feet never faltered, let alone slipped. The air was rich and scented with moisture, the rain had poured for nearly a day and a half, and the atmosphere was certainly reflecting it. Donovan crept up towards the opening of the alley, and gazed out into the main street beyond, careful not to let the streetlight above shine upon him.

The street was quiet, as it should be at three in the morning. Though the occasional car passed along the old fashioned streets no other activity seemed to be apparent, save for an alley cat that was rummaging through the trash. Donovan tossed aside the image of the main street, and turned back to the alley and the more pressing matter at hand.

He held out his fist, and looked at the piece of paper that was clutched inside of it. “The Blimey Lodge,” the paper read, and below it was a date and a time. More specifically, the very same day’s date, and merely ten minutes from the current time. Donovan gave a low frown, and walked slowly towards the location of what he simply assumed was a mixture of a pub and an inn, most likely Irish run, judging by its name. The building itself didn’t matter too much, for after all, all of the buildings looked the same in London after dark, but what was important was what the building held. An individual, and possibly information on one of the Darkstalkers.

The paper Donovan held came accompanied by a note, promising information on the arrival of a new Darkstalker, one more powerful than Dimitri and with even worse intentions for the mortals. How the writer of the letter learned of Donovan or how they got the letter to him he couldn’t be sure, for it was wedged quite noticeably within the fold in his vest as he awoke one morning. Whoever placed it had to be skilled, for it wasn’t easy to make contact with Donovan as he slept without him waking up and engaging in battle. The knowledge of that act alone made him proceed in caution, but the possibility the letter promised was simply too important to ignore. Donovan frowned, as he stood near the edge of the Blimey Lodge, looking up near its top to where the room he was meant to go to was located. It was probably a trap, but he didn’t really care. By the sound of the lodge it was probably set by Raptor, or another one of Dimitri’s flunkies that didn’t have the intelligence to do anything well. It’d be easy to get the drop on someone like Raptor, even if he was walking into a trap. Without a trace of fear Donovan reached for a pipe along the side of the building, and slowly began to scale it.

His hands and feet moved silently, and not a noise came from his ascension the entire time he proceeded up the pipe. Soon he was near the edge of the window to the room he had been commanded to arrive in. With just as quiet of a motion he worked open the window, and slipped inside.

The room was dark, completely pitch and without any flickering light or subtle shaft of moonlight. As he opened the window the fog of London seeped in along with him, and he stood in the window frame surrounded by a slight mist. His eyes narrowed, and he searched the darkness for any motion or sound.

Before he could sense anything the sound of a match striking clearly rang out, and shortly thereafter a faint candlelight could be seen. Donovan instinctively put his hand up to the hilt of his blade, but paused to draw it until her heard and saw more of the situation. The fog continued to creep in.

As he watched towards the candlelight Donovan could finally make out some very faint shapes, it looked as if someone was sitting, their back turned to him and facing the far corner of the room. The candle was set down upon a nightstand bearing nothing else. After a moment’s time a hand reached down, and Donovan could make out the sight of fingers rest gently upon the edge of the nightstand.

“I hear that you’re looking for Darkstalkers.” The voice said calmly, and quietly, relaxed and nondescript. “I know of one that’s been looking for you.” Curious, Donovan released the hilt of his sword, and stepped more into the room. Before he finished his second step, the figure in the shadows spoke to him once again.

“Close the window.” It commanded softly, and its hand slipped from the nightstand. “...You’re letting in a draft. I don’t really like the cold.” Donovan thought for a second but decided it best to obey. He slowly stepped back, whilst keeping his eyes on the figure in the corner. His hand slowly reached out, and the window slid shut with a noticeable creak. The fog dissipated only seconds afterwards.

“Who’s the one that’s been looking for me?” It was Donovan’s time to speak, and he did so with mild authority. “Dimitri? Morrigan?”

“No...” The shadow replied quietly, and with a wave of its hand the light of the candle went out. The room was once again bathed in darkness, and instinctively Donovan’s hands reached for his blade, and pulled it with little effort. He held the weapon out before him, and listened in the darkness for any motion that make a sound. He heard nothing, and he sensed nothing.

Suddenly a sound rang out from the far side of the room, a mild crash, like the sound of someone knocking over a chair. Donovan swung into action with his mighty sword drawn, ready to cleave whatever it was that caused the sound and had lured him here under what seemed to be false pretenses. As he charges something latched to his leg, and he spun into a fall as it grabbed and held him. It drug him hard onto the ground, and as he landed his sword went flying from his hands, later accompanied by the sound of a metal twang as it forcefully hit the floor. Donovan was flat upon his back, and though he wished to get up he could feel something restraining him, something binding him to the floor. He was trapped, shrouded in darkness and totally vulnerable, his hands and feet were tightly confined. The voice came into the room again, with the same indefinable tone as before.

“You ask which of the Darkstalkers has been looking for you...” It spoke quietly, phrased so that no answer was requested. After a moment’s time Donovan could feel something descend upon his form, a light weight that pressed down onto his chest and waist, and hands that laid upon his biceps. He could feel a face close to his own, and closed his eyes, expecting the bite of piercing fangs. What he instead felt was the touch of satin on his lips, as a kiss fell upon his mouth.

Suddenly he realized what had happened, and immediately kissed back without further struggle.

A moment passed and the feel of hands moved away from Donovan’s shoulders, and cradled his head by pressing forward into his cheeks. The grip pulled his head up more into the kiss, and tilted it as the feel of another tongue plunged deep within his mouth. A familiar flavor filled his senses, and a gentle kiss continued for a brief few moments. Without warning the kiss was broken, but he could still feel the touch of lips resting upon his own, just barely. The voice spoke once more, and as it did so he could feel the lips on his move.

“So you don’t recognize the voice...” It spoke quietly, just barely above a whisper. “But you do recognize the kiss.”

“Lei Lei.” Donovan replied just as quietly, and though his tone was just as sentinel and obstinate as always, it was also strangely touched with a hint of sentiment. His breath pushed gently past his lips, and met that of the one who had kissed him. It was all falling into place mentally, now. Lei Lei was one of the few that possessed such skill as to place something upon him as he slept, and the object that had dragged him down onto his back was more than likely one of her large metallic claws. A warmth began to spread inside of him, and the pangs of worry and moderate fear finally began to fade. A smile played upon his lips, since he knew it was far too dark for her to see it.

“Yes...” The voice of the kisser spoke out in reply to Donovan’s guess, and the word was followed by another brief kiss upon his lips. Slowly her mouth played on his own, and her tongue gently trailed across the width of his parted lips. “It’s been a year, Donovan...a year and three months.”

“I know.” Donovan replied quietly, and his eyes fell closed against the darkness. He said nothing further, for anything more than a simple confirmation was more than the hunter was accustomed to giving. For a moment there was silence, until Lei Lei broke it apart once again with her soft, somewhat breathless voice.

“I’m sorry to have led you here under a lie, Donovan.” Her voice was apologetic, and Donovan could then feel the touch of hair upon his cheeks, as if the ghost girl had lowered her head in a slight shame. “I deliberated long about whether or not to go through with this plan...but after a lot of thought I decided it was something that we both may have needed.” The touch of hair left, and was replaced by the feel of a slightly cold hand, resting upon Donovan’s cheek. He could feel four fingers cradle his flesh, while the form of a thumb coursed slowly under his nose and just above his lips.

“We have a lonely existence.” The voice whispered. “But it doesn’t have to be that way, Donovan. We could leave this battle...run from the likes of Dimitri and his kin. Hide away, where we couldn’t be found. Let him do whatever he wishes.” Suddenly Donovan’s eyes opened wide, and his face turned into a deep, harsh scowl.

“Get off of me.” His voice was cold and obstinate, and he once again pulled hard at his binds. “I will never give up the hunt.” Suddenly the feel of the body on him disappeared, as if it was lifted off without barely any effort. The binds on his arms and legs remained, and an extra one felt as if it was added, directly across his waist. Another voice then rang out loud and enthralled, a dark laugh that Donovan recognized all too well.

“Ha ha ha ha...!” The laugh was feminine but vile, and as it cackled the light finally returned to the room. For the first time Donovan could see the room he had been trapped inside, a basic inn room within the lodge, with a standard large bed and a few other miscellaneous pieces of furniture. He looked down to his bindings immediately, and saw they were a strange black form of binding, almost like a tar, but stronger and without the liquid nature. He looked up to what stood before him, and his heart grew cold. Lei Lei stood over his form as she had one year ago, her claws hanging down from her hands and her ward hanging down before a face that smiled sadistically.

“What’s wrong, Donovan dearest?” As the voice spoke the image shimmered, and the vision of Lei Lei disappeared. Traditional Chinese clothing was replaced with the tight leather and cloth of a temptress, high heeled black boots were perched upon the lodge’s floorboards, and tight fitting purple clung to a pair of muscular thighs. His eyes traveled up a vest that opened to show most of a woman’s chest, and finally he viewed the head that laughed at him. Long green hair was thrown behind her head, and bright red eyes flashed with the lust of torment.

“Aren’t I the lass ye expected?” Morrigan grinned wide and flashed him her pair of pointed teeth, and her hands fell down to rest upon her waist. “Surely I’m a bit more enticin’ than the little ghostie ye thought I was!”

“Morrigan!” Donovan’s voice spit out, and he bit down hard upon his lower lip. “How did you-”

“Your little endeavor a year ago wasn’t quite as private as you might’ve thought.” Morrigan grinned wide and spoke in her strong Scottish accent. A hand raised to her mouth, and she gently coursed her forefinger across the width of her lips. She kissed at the finger softly, and tauntingly, as she winked at the bound Donovan. “Dimitri has eyes everywhere, even in the frozen wastelands.”

“What do you want?” Donovan nearly shouted, and pulled hard at all of his bindings. Morrigan smiled, and her fingertip pushed past her lips, and dipped down to her tongue for just a brief second. She pulled it away and then knelt down, and slowly trailed her finger along Donovan’s cheek. As she did so he could feel her saliva roll across his cheek, and the cut of her fingernail as she scraped it into his flesh. He frowned heavily, but refused to wince.

“Ye aren’t a bad kisser...” She observed quietly, and ignored his question without an explanation. “Perhaps I should’ve stayed in my guise a lil’ longer, ere I been able to see what else ye are good at.” Donovan continued to frown, and he could feel his arms rattle with anger at the thought of kissing a Darkstalker such as Morrigan. Everything he hated, everything he despised, put into the body of a single woman who taunted him so ruthlessly. His fists went tight with rage, and his eyes squinted down to slits. As if sensing his anger the binds on his body tightened, and squeezed his muscles just a little bit harder. Morrigan smiled lightly, and let her finger roll up and across Donovan’s lips, teasing.

“Don’t struggle...” She whispered, and for a moment her voice mimicked that of Lei Lei’s. “It’ll all be over soon.”

“What do you want?” Donovan’s voice spoke harsh yet whispered, like the seething rage he held was forced into the confines of a bitter hatred. His question was reiterated, and Morrigan smiled a bit wider.

“Not what I want, dear...” Her voice returned to her own tone. “But what Dimitri wants. And he wants yer blood...and he wants ye in a grave. You’ve caused far too many problems for us, and it’s time your crusade came to an end.” With that Morrigan’s fingernail pressed down into Donovan’s lip at an angle, and sliced it from the middle, just enough to begin drawing blood. She collected a bit upon her fingernail and then trailed it up to her faintly purple lips, where she made a point of lashing out her tongue and collecting the fluid her nail had collected. She slowly licked Donovan’s blood from her finger, and smiled wide at the flavor it beheld.

“Delicious.” She commented wryly, and with a sudden motion her back trembled, and blackened spikes drew from her back, pointed towards Donovan. The spikes looked to be made of the same material that bound him so firmly, and they appeared to be as sharp as any spear could be. Four of them appeared from each side of Morrigan’s back, and as the eight reared back, Donovan could see a flash of red in the succubus’ eyes.

“Now it’s time to feast on your gore!” The woman shouted loudly, and in a sudden flash the spikes flew forward. Donovan held his head back and braced for the impact to come, but just as a year ago he saved a girl from a similar fate, the sound of flashing and the scream of Morrigan came, signaling his own rescue. His eyes suddenly went up and opened to see Morrigan standing, her spikes severed from her bang and laying limply on the floor. All eight were cut off near their hilts, and as Donovan looked to Morrigan’s backside he could see streaks of blood pouring down her back. He looked to the attacker that had struck down Morrigan’s spikes, and saw the one he initially thought was there, Lei Lei, holding the gigantic blade he wielded with both of her small hands.

“Be gone, Morrigan!” Lei Lei shouted, and held up Donovan’s sword high. The cleft near the blade’s end shimmered, as if it was crying out for the blood of a Darkstalker. “Leave this place, now!” Morrigan held a hand up to her mouth, and cursed as she regarded Lei Lei’s form and the blade she held. Without a warning or a word, Morrigan disappeared from sight, and into the shadows the succubus crept. She disappeared, and Lei Lei turned to look at Donovan’s form.

“Are you okay?” She asked him hurriedly, and lowered the blade of his mighty sword to the floor. She let the handle drop onto the ground with the clang of metal, and then rushed over to his place. She was dressed much more different than she was normally garbed, wearing only a thin silk gown instead of the Chinese garb she normally equipped. The nightgown was a very dark green, which accented the light blue of her skin nicely. Donovan looked to her, and gave a nod in reply.

“Good.” Lei Lei quickly stated, and began to pull from Donovan the binds Morrigan had placed on him. Working together they removed all of the traps, and soon Donovan was sitting up in his place, rubbing his wrists where the black restraints had held him.

“I’m so sorry!” Lei Lei’s voice sounded as if it was on the verge of tears, and she threw her arms out and around Donovan’s broad shoulders. She hugged him gently once, and then pulled away to sit across from him on the floor. The hunter looked to the ghost with a tilt of his head, and his voice was slow and pensive, as if trying to mentally gather all that had went down.

“You really are here.” He stated as if he was in a dream, and his brow furrowed in confusion.

“Yes.” Lei Lei sighed, and shook her head slowly. “I really did place the note on you, and wanted you to come here. I...I thought it’d be nice, to...you know...” She motioned down to the nightgown she had on, which for the first time Donovan noticed was rather thin in texture, and he could faintly see the lines of her curves beneath it.

“But when I got here, Morrigan was waiting for me.” She shook her head, disdainfully. “Somehow she must’ve found out about what had happened, and discovered my own intentions for tonight. When I came in she was here with Anakaris, and they managed to beat me before I could escape. Morrigan then sent Anakaris to keep me prisoner in the other room, while she stayed here to finish you off.”

“How did you escape Anakaris?” Donovan asked quietly, though deep down her probably knew the answer. The mummy lord was barely a threat, if one managed to put aside his size and concentrated on taking advantage of his severe mental lackings. Lei Lei smiled a bit, and reached up a hand to sheepishly roll along the back of her head.

“I whispered to him rumors of Morrigan using him.” She shrugged slightly. “He began to ramble about Dimitri and his old kingdom, and simply left me alone. A bit of a stroke of luck, I guess. I mean, I heard stories that he wasn’t altogether there, but I never thought it would have been so easy.”

“You’d be surprised.” Donovan quietly replied, and then pressed his hands down into the floor of the lodge. He pushed down and moved his back towards the wall, where he leaned, and regarded Lei Lei with a calming glance. The ghost watched him for a while, saying nothing and doing nothing, until finally Donovan held a hand out to her.

Needing no further invitation, Lei Lei moved over to where he sat, and fell back into his arms. She spun so that her back rested down into his chest, and graciously accepted an arm that fit around her thin waist. She pressed her face down into his large bicep, and slipped her hand between the two, as if she was trying to intercept the tears that Donovan could feel coursing down his arm.

“I’m...I’m so sorry...” Her voice was weak, a voice the hunter hadn’t heard for well over a year. “I almost got you killed, Donovan.”

“...No.” The hunter quietly replied, and locked his other arm around Lei Lei’s form. He held her close against his chest, and his lips lowered down to meet her forehead. His voice was low and as emotionless as always, but it seemed to carry something beyond the sound of emotions. “You saved my life, Lei Lei. Thank you.”

Lei Lei looked up with streaks down her pale blue cheeks, and smiled faintly to the man that held her.

Lei Lei and Donovan began to kiss, genuinely, for the first time that night.

For a moment they remained in their kiss, sharing each other’s flesh and relishing in the flavor the other had to give. Slowly Lei Lei’s tongue rolled over and alongside Donovan’s, and for a moment they lashed together with fury, as if speaking of a lust they hadn’t shared or experienced since so very long ago. After a moment of their kiss Lei Lei pulled away, and put her finger to a spot on her lip where she felt something foreign. After wiping at her flesh she saw she had a bit of blood along her lip, and she frowned and looked up at Donovan. His lip where Morrigan had cut him was still bleeding, slightly. The ghost frowned, and reacted to the blood in a way very contrary to Morrigan. Instead of the near lust at the blood the succubus had displayed Lei Lei showed concern, and leaned in close to examine the cut that had been made.

“What happened?” She asked, quietly, tilting her head and peering at the slash.

“Morrigan cut it.” Donovan replied slowly, and reached up to smear the blood away. His fingers managed to clear the sight of his lip, but just as he drug it across to clean it a drop of blood appeared once more. “She took your guise...and kissed me, just as you did.” His head hung down and his eyes closed, as if he was ashamed of himself. Lei Lei sighed, and drew her hands up to his cheeks. She raised his head and looked to his face, and smiled faintly at the shame she could see, deep within Donovan’s dark, warm eyes.

“Darkstalkers are evil.” She said slowly, rehearsing the line Donovan at one time spoke so coldly. “But they’re not heartless.” And with that her right hand trailed down, while her left remained on Donovan’s cheek. Her hand trailed down to Donovan’s large chest, where it covered his heart and gently pressed to it. She looked at the hunter once more, and spoke in a low and subtle tone.

“I love you, you know.” Her words were a low promise, barely whispered though powerful and strong. Before Donovan could open his mouth to reply Lei Lei’s hands reached down, and her fingers pressed across his lips. She held his lips closed and shook her head slowly, smiling faintly towards the hunter.

“I know...you can’t return it.” Though she wore a smile, a single tear was beginning to swell at the very corner of her right eye. It stumbled along her flesh and then rolled down her cheek, leaving a mild trail of fluid as it crossed her flesh, darkening the blue and lightening the red of the single spot on her cheek. Her fingers grew a little firmer on Donovan’s lips, showing him she had no desire for him to speak right now.

“And I don’t ask you to return it.” She slowly continued to speak, and leaned forward gradually as she did so. “All I ask is that you meet me...once a year.” She smiled a bit, and tilted her head to regard him.

“It’s hard being a Darkstalker that...isn’t heartless.” She spoke with slow, paced words, and her voice was very thoughtful. “Not only are we forced to battle alone, but we suffer deeper the wounds of travel. We feel things...harder.” She pressed down into his chest where her fingers still rest above his heart.

“I know you do, too...for the Darkstalker blood in your veins doesn’t kill your heart as much as you wished it would.” She pressed down on his lips again, silencing any words he could speak in protest. “So for both our sakes...every year.” She removed her fingers from his lips long enough to share a slow kiss with him, but then put them back in a silencing gesture as she returned to speak yet again.

“Now...make love to me.” Her voice was low and hushed, and her eyes closed as she uttered them. “Destroy our loneliness...if only for one night.”

With strong arms firmly locked around her waist, Lei Lei was laid upon the ornate bed. The nightgown she had worn was already removed from her body, and her pale blue skin was left exposed to the comforts of the sheets and mattress below. Her skin slid gently across the delicate fabrics, and her eyes closed in a reaction to the sweet sensation. Her hands trailed down, and her fingers grasped at Donovan’s muscles, clutching to them in a desperate hold, her fingers pressing tightly into the curves the hunter possessed. His arms were large and powerful, stronger than Lei Lei had ever seen before. Her palms slid gently down along the length of his powerful arms and to his wrists, where she grabbed his palms inside of her own, and locked her fingers with his.

Donovan to had already disrobed his complicated outfit, and with his eyes closed he began to press down, his mouth meeting upon Lei Lei’s and kissing her deeply, passionately. He kissed her with a desire unknown to the ghost girl for the longest time, a desire that surpassed even that of a year ago. For a long moment the two kissed, hands holding hands, Donovan leaned over the ghost girl’s prone, delicate form.

Suddenly the kiss was interrupted, and Donovan’s lips were pulled from Lei Lei’s. His hands still held hers but his body leaned up, and adjusted itself to a more comfortable position around Lei Lei’s body. The ghost spread her legs apart for the hunter baring over her, revealing her bare mound and exposing it for pleasure. Donovan emotionless set his knees in between the separation her legs made and forced his upper body down once more, his mouth reaching down and feverishly pushing into Lei Lei’s neck, kissing her flesh passionately, all the while his hands tightly squeezing hers.

Lei Lei threw her head back and moaned gently at the sensation of Donovan’s tongue across her skin, and could feel the head of Donovan’s sex pressing delicately into her gate. She gripped tightly to Donovan’s hands and used his leverage to slide down along the bed, using her own muscles to lodge Donovan’s sex within her. The motion pushed half of Donovan’s sex within her tight, warm walls, and though Donovan made no noise the muscles in his body could be felt tightening up. Lei Lei bit down upon her bottom lip as she adjusted herself upon Donovan’s sex, maneuvering her backside and adjusting her position until she felt they were positioned for both comfort and pleasure. After she had done so she leaned her head up, and brought her mouth to Donovan’s ear.

“Go ahead.” She whispered, urgently, and she gently tightened herself upon Donovan’s large sex. “Take out your frustration on me...let me be the object that absorbs your tension...let me turn your pain into pleasure, Donovan.” She accented her words by reaching out with her tongue and trailing it across his earlobe, gently kissing at it and whispering a few more words of gentle encouraging. Before long she could feel Donovan’s sex enter her further, this time by his own accord, his own efforts charging forth into her.

Before long Donovan had forced himself all the way inside of Lei Lei, and after pausing a moment to kiss down into her open mouth, he pulled out gently and then rammed back inside. His effort was slow when removing his sex but then with each thrust he gained a burst of speed, charging inside Lei Lei’s body with lust and intensity. Lei Lei moaned each time she felt him ram into her insides, and when she felt him begin to pull out her mouth opened in a breathless moan, her air being drawn with the same slow pace as his shaft pulled away from her body. She could feel her insides gripping and pleading for the intruder to stay inside, clutching to his sex as it pulled away, and then recoiling in pleasure as it returned with ferocity. Lei Lei’s fingers were tight still on Donovan’s hands, and her head was thrown back with her eyes tightly shut. Ripples of passion were sent through her body, making her skin flare with heat and her hair feel as if it were standing on end.

The sound of the bed they rested upon was loud and rickety, and even in the first stages of passion the noise was annoying and grating on Donovan’s nerves. To a man that liked things quiet the bed was just as troublesome as Morrigan was earlier, though thankfully the problem of the bed could be dealt with much easier. Without a sound Donovan pulled himself from Lei Lei sex’s, and let his feet be planted on the ground. He pulled her up with his hands in her own, and though the ghost girl seemed to tremble from her desires, she managed to steady herself without leaning upon her lover. Silently Donovan pulled Lei Lei over to an open space on the room, and finally his hands left hers to fiercely turn her around.

Lei Lei let her body be manipulated by Donovan, obediently following the silent commands of his body without any resistance or complaint. She turned around as his hands dictated, and when she felt his hands on her back she took it as a demand to bend over, onto her knees. She continued her record of obeying and silently rested herself on her knees, her hands out in front and supporting her weight while her legs spread lewdly, her backside raised to the air.

Without a wound Donovan’s strong hands pressed into Lei Lei’s waist, and the ghost could feel his sex at her entrance once again, just where it had left seconds ago. This time without the frivolity of teasing or foreplay Donovan thrust hard into Lei Lei’s gaping mound, now going back and forth with equal amounts of a near-furious desire. As he thrust forth his hands pulled back on Lei Lei’s waist, causing his sex to plunge deeper and harder into the ghost’s tight-fitting body. Lei Lei moaned without care for the noise, her breath only taken now in ragged pants in between her lustful cries. Though she made more noise than the bed ever could have, Donovan either paid no heed to her sounds or simply enjoyed them, for her made no attempt to silence her. He simply continued his powerful thrusts and gave no sign of slowing, his shaft stretching apart her walls and making her insides tremble with a moistening lust. Before long Lei Lei had collapsed from the waist up, and now she laid with her face to the firm wood floor, her fingernails scratching deep into the woodwork. Her voice was like an animal’s as she panted in her desire, her body trembling as it fervently attempted to force itself back on Donovan’s thick, powerful member.

The thrusting continued a few long moments, and soon both parties could feel their bodies trembling in a threat of release. As in the past they fought the urge together, and as if they were of one mind Lei Lei pulled away from Donovan just as his fingers released their powerful grasp. Together they looked about the room, hoping to find a new place to consummate within a matter of seconds, and it was Lei Lei who came to the first decision. Soundlessly she grabbed a hold of Donovan and drug him towards the window, where with a large smile on her face she pulled it open and let the fog in once again.

The weather outside had not changed, there was a warm rain still flowing from the sky, and the fog London was famous for was still abundant in the atmosphere. Lei Lei smiled and turned her back to the window, giving Donovan one long kiss before she continued her plan.

Carefully she placed each of her hands upon the window’s frame and leaned her body back, so that her waist was lying directly on the lower bar of the frame, the upper half of her body out and exposed to the outside. She hung half out of a ten story building, and with her lower body exposed to Donovan, she smiled wide to her hunter lover.

Needing no further invitation Donovan charged to her once more, his hands gripping her waist and holding her firm to the thin window’s frame. He pushed her legs apart and set his own body in between, his sex once again plunging deep within the small girl’s body. Again without warning he penetrated her folds, pushing apart her flesh and separating her body in a fierce act of lust. Feeling his hands upon her waist Lei Lei let her own hands go of the windowsill, she held them back over her head and into the sky from outside the building.

The ghost girl laughed and moaned simultaneously, lust rippling through her body at the same time as intense joy. The warm drops of rain were beating hard upon her body as it hung outside the window, and her open mouth was treated to the vibrant flavor of the rain. It coursed down her neck and breasts and flowed along her stomach, to where it either tapered off her body or continued to where Donovan was repeatedly thrusting into her. In a matter of moments Lei Lei was drenched in the pouring rain, and she felt just as wet outside as she did on the inside. Her body shivered from the intense lust she felt, and with a few longer moans she began to thrust back down upon Donovan.

Together the two continued to thrust, Lei Lei hanging from the window’s sill while Donovan kept his feet firmly in place, gripping his lover tight and reaming her with the proof of his desire. Before long both their bodies were trembling once more, and the shock of climax could be felt on the tips of their senses. Lei Lei reached up to grip herself against the window’s frame as she released her tension and exploded about Donovan, her body shaking heavily in the climax, her insides trembling and releasing their fluid about Donovan’s sex. Shortly thereafter Donovan’s hands grew tighter upon Lei Lei’s form, and she could feel the hunter firing inside of her, adding to the liquid that they both had created. For a long moment they stayed in place after their climax, the beating rain still upon Lei Lei, and Donovan still shrouded in the darkness and the seeping fog. Slowly, he began to pull her inside.

The window closed after the ghost girl had slipped inside, and the room the window led to was again bathed in darkness. The goings on after the window closed were left to the two who shared them, but neither left until the next morning, the promise of next year upon both their minds.

“All I ask is that you meet me...once a year.”