His spell had already gripped her--he had settled back between her thighs, his eyes flashing red. Her lids were coming slowly but through them she saw something strange. It might have been because she was already falling into sleep and her imagination was revving up to conjure a dream perhaps, but as his hand pumped his cock, his mouth opened and his tongue, longer than was humanely possible and still growing, moving much like a snake, began to stretch toward her. She could see his teeth sharpening. Dread spiked within her--she fought the sleeping spell, but it was too late--her eyes closed and she fell into the cage of sleep. 