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By Homer Vargas vargas111@yahoo.com

The following is a revision of the "Lilith" half of the story "From Whose Bourne No Traveler Returns/Lilith" by Trey Gallant and me. "Lilith" is his character. I needed my own to continue the story along my lines, as he has his. This is the proper prequel to "Sabah and Rod."

The wind and snow mixed with rain lashed the windows of the stately house on the hill in the countryside. Through the clamor of the snowstorm, Sabah heard a car's engine begin to sputter and miss. Few women could have caught the sound over the storm rattling the windows, but her hearing was more acute than any ordinary woman's. All her senses were as were her urges. And those senses informed her that as the desperate driver turned off the road into her driveway as his motor died, leaving it to roll to a stop near her entrance gate. She pursed her brow to ensure he didn't miss seeing it.
She was not expecting company on such a night. She had dressed for the evening alone. But also for a tete-a-tete. Always be prepared, she chuckled. Her house was set well back the road, and the wet snow was accumulating quickly. Out here, forty miles from the city there were no near neighbors. There was no help for it, the driver of the stricken vehicle would have to seek refuge at her door. He was going to be frozen by the ten-minute walk to her door. Or she? No. Sabah knew the driver was male, a young male. A handsome and virile young male, she smiled, her nostrils wide with excitement. Somehow, whenever her hunger reached this level, a prey appeared. Her nerves tingled in expectation, and all her appetites stirred. It would take him a few more minutes to make his way here. More than enough time to prepare.
She opened the satin robe, black as her hair, exposing the shorter nightgown of the same material. She appraised her appearance in the mirror in the hall, noting with approval how the gown and robe set off her fair, almost pale skin. Her eyes were dark, mysterious, an effect many women tried to imitate with make-up. She needed none. Her ensemble clung to her slender yet voluptuous figure. Her bosoms were twin snowy mounds with a deeply shadowed valley between. This would do very well. Experience gave her confidence in her powers.
She was ready by the entrance when the doorbell rang. She let it ring a second time -she wanted him to feel like a supplicant -then opened the door. She studied the young man standing there while her appearance had its desired effect on him. He was well made, better than she had hoped. His face was ruggedly strong rather than handsome. No little intelligence, and even more strength of character looked out of his blue eyes. His hair was wetly plastered to his head; she could not judge the color. In spite of being miserably cold, he radiated vigor and vitality. She suppressed an urge to lick her lips. She could not have chosen better. His stunned reaction indicated a healthy masculine heterosexuality. Very good. This would make her task easier ... and more pleasant. She allowed him to stare for a few seconds longer.
"Yes?" she said finally. He came to himself with a start. He seemed embarrassed by his speechlessness, as if it was the fault of his rudeness rather than her calculated effort. She eyed him with amusement.
"My car broke down." He gestured towards the gate of her drive, although human eyes probably could not see it through the storm. "I wanted to use your 'phone to call the auto club?"
"They warn single women alone never to let a strange man into her house," she replied in a teasing tone. "And the traveler-in-distress is the most transparent ploy ..." She should know; she had used it often enough in the past herself. Her accent reflected her long cosmopolitan life. Of course she did not show the least sign of apprehension.
"Yes, Ma'am," the distressed traveler answered, taking her at her word. "This whole situation is right out of a B-movie script. Could you call them for me, then? Here is my membership card with my member number. tell them I'll wait for them in my car. It's a gray..."
"Oh, _do_ come in!" she interrupted a trifle impatiently. His misplaced gallantry would spoil her plans. "I think I'm in no danger from YOU. You'll have to take your chances with me, however. No auto club could reach here, anyway. We're likely to be snowbound for days," she chuckled. "Now, get in her before you catch your death standing there in the snow!" She stepped aside and opened the door fully.
He did not hesitate, but entered quickly, visibly glad to get out of the cold and wind. He was in the entrance hall, with the gleaming white tiled kitchen off the right, and the living room/parlor straight ahead. The darkened hall to the left led to her boudoir. Why on Earth had THAT word popped into his mind? The living room was furnished in white: deep carpets, plush overstuffed furniture. A fire burned in the white brick fireplace and mixed with the smell of oak was incense of a most peculiar sort. Music was playing softly in the background; although the volume was low, he could feel the bass line from the powerful speakers.
"Heavens! Don't just stand there dripping on my carpet, my young friend" she smiled. "Go into the kitchen and get out of those wet things. I'll bring you something to put on." She went down the hall to the linen closet. From her vantage point in the dark, she watched his eyes try to follow her. He went into the kitchen, took off his coat and draped it over a chair. He removed his shoes, then hesitated. She returned to the foyer and tossed him a large, fluffy towel through the kitchen door. She laughed. "Go on! Get undressed! I won't peek," she lied. "Dry off!"
He blushed (how charming, she thought), but disrobed as she instructed and dried himself. She busied herself preparing the living room for the next stage, surreptitiously looking in on him as he finished and wrapped the towel around his body. She felt a spasm of desire. She had been far too long without a male essence and she had to exercise control to proceed methodically. When he had tucked the ends in to secure the bath sheet in place, she returned as if by coincidence with a white terry cloth kimono. "Here," she said not unsympathetically, handing him the robe. "Put this on. I'll make you some tea and join you in the living room."
He donned the robe and went into the other room. While he was in the kitchen, she had turned down the lights, and changed the music to something soft and dreamy, vaguely oriental, very quiet but with a slow pulsing base. "Sit down and make yourself comfortable," Sabah called to him from the kitchen. "I've turned up the heat, to help take the chill out of you."
She watched until he sank into the plush upholstery and soft cushions of the over-stuffed couch with a sigh. The warmth of the fire, the sensuous feel of the velvety pile and the music would coax him into the mood she wanted. She saw him hesitate, them put his head back, giving in to the music's invitation to let go. She smiled to herself and put the kettle on. Soothing and mildly sedative herbs were ready in an infusion bag. She let the relaxing and erotic suggestions she had implanted in the living room music take effect while the kettle boiled and the brew steeped. When it had reached the right strength and temperature, she poured a cup for him, and returned to the living room.
His eyes were closed as she expected. She sat by his side, curling one leg up under her so she was facing him, regarding him for a few moments. Her nostrils flared. He would do; he would more than do. Belatedly sensing her presence, he blinked, and raised his head to look at her. She handed him the faintly steaming mug with a smile. "Comfy? Might as well make the best of it Look's like you're stuck here with me for several days, so you might as well feel at home. Here, drink this."
Her fingers lightly brushed his own as she handed him the mug. He sipped the sweet fragrant liquid, somewhere between warm and hot, to encourage him to drink. It was delicious. He sipped again. As she watched, she could almost see its soothing effect speed through him, relieving the chill and stiffness of the drenching he had received, as it gently relaxed his muscles, stirred his passions, and beguiled his defenses. He glanced at her over the rim of the cup. Her robe was open and flowed behind her. The gown was slit to the hip, and she had seated herself in a position calculated to open it and subtly display her smooth, shapely legs. The neckline of her gown was disconcertingly low, and contrasted strikingly with her milk white bosom. He realized he was staring, and jerked his eyes up to her face. She saw his confusion, and smiled again.
"It is all right," she spoke in a tone of quiet amusement. "Finish your tea. I want you to feel comfortable here."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare," he stammered, then sipped more of the herbal brew to cover his embarrassment.
"It really is all right," she assured him. "It is hard not to look at me, isn't it? Don't worry, if looking at me helps you relax and feel comfortable, be my guest."
He blushed furiously. How sweet, she thought, to find a man who can blush these days. Plainly to cover his confusion, he raised one eyebrow quizzically. She laughed musically and placed her right hand on his thigh.
"Would I dress like this if I didn't enjoy having men look at me. I LIKE the reaction. Especially of a nice YOUNG man." She smiled and leaned her face in her left hand, resting that elbow on the back of the couch. She gazed steadily into his eyes as she continued speaking. "And you do enjoy looking at my breasts, don't you?" She did not remove her hand from his lap, but let it drift lightly up towards his crotch.
"Er...yes, yes I ... I do," he admitted nervously.
"Of course you do," she repeated with mock coyness. "I can tell," she went on, trailing her fingers across his groin. "I believe looking at my cleavage could even be getting you a little bit turned on. Don't be embarrassed. It happens frequently when I show young men my breasts." She paused to gauge his reaction; she didn't want to frighten him ... too much. The tea was doing its work, keeping his skittishness in check.
"I'm flattered when a man cannot keep his eyes off my bosom. I like it even better when he tries to peek up my gown as you are doing." His eyes dropped to her lap in response to the implicit suggestion. "Trying to see if I have on panties?" she teased. She didn't, of course, and his eyes were riveted to the narrow gap at the top of the slit in her gown by the hint of a confirming glimpse. She reached out and took the now empty cup from his unfeeling fingers. "Tell me your name," she said, abruptly changing the subject.
"Ah ... my name? Oh, Rod," he stammered, blinking and dragging his eyes back up to meet her own. "My name is Rod ..."
"Rod," she interrupted. "That's a nice name, a strong, masculine name. You like being here with me, don't you, Rod? Not waiting for an answer, she put the cup down on the coffee table, and slipped her hand inside the robe he was wearing, grazing her fingertips down his bare thigh. "Are you feeling relaxed and comfortable, Rod?"
"Oh, sure," he replied hastily, clearly trying not to show just how un-comfortable he really was. He tried to return her steady look, but her gaze was too intense, and the pull of her low neckline was so strong, that his eyes kept drifting back into the shadowed cleft between her creamy breasts.
This was too good! This delectable male morsel was struggling, not to defend himself from seduction by a dangerous woman, but to be a gentleman. Such innocence! Such naivete! Such a hunk! She could feel her pussy grow moist in anticipation of the feeding.
"I don't think you are telling me the truth, Rod," she smiled. "It's all right. Like most men, you are a little bit afraid of me. I am a mysterious, sexy woman and I am wearing clothes that make it impossible not to look at me. I think this negligee with its low neckline intimidates you. You are feeling a little aroused. Perhaps you are worried that I might seduce you, try to take advantage of you. After all, the lights are dim, the room is warm and cozy. I have you all alone with no one to see what I am doing to you. I could caress you and you might become hopelessly aroused." Her palm rested warmly against the inside of his thigh, while her fingers moved dreamily in little circles, barely touching his skin. "Are you afraid that I might make you have sex with me against your will?"
"Yes...," he answered abstractedly, his eyes and mind elsewhere, as she had arranged.
"Well, you are right to be concerned. It would be easy, so easy to manipulate your mind to take advantage of you." Just as I have been doing, she thought. "But you do not need to worry, Rod. Relax. I never make love to a man against his will. No man comes to my bed until I have made him very, very willing. If we make love tonight, I will make sure you really want it first. So you can put those fears out of your mind."
"All right." he murmured compliantly, knowing somehow that he should not.
"Let me help you forget your fears. You can relax. You can trust me." She slid her hand up to his waist and unfastened the robe. She smiled a twisted little smile, almost a smirk, and dropped her hand to his lap. she began a slow gentle stroking of his crotch. "We will just talk. You can tell me anything, and listen carefully to everything I say."
"Uh, ma'am... Oh! . You shouldn't. . Please don't do that!"
"No?" She didn't pause even for an instant as she replied. "Do you not like a woman's soft warm hand on your sex?"
"Aahh...yes. But it is getting me aroused!"
"That's just the point. Your prick is already getting nicely big and hard!"
"But..."
"Do not fight it, Rod. It's to help us become friends. I want you to be completely open and at ease with me. Open to me. I want you aroused. Getting a man aroused makes him docile and obedient. Does not my playing with your penis make you feel like doing anything I tell you?"
"Oh, yeess, Ma'am," Rod sighed.
"That's right. Good. Very good. Now close your eyes and tell me everything about yourself," she commanded.
"Yes, Ma'am," Rod murmured as he drifted slowly down through the dreamy mood her hand on his cock induced and to the threshold of trance she had prepared him for. His eyelids drifted shut. She spoke to him softly, her lips next to his ear. She knew he was hearing her voice as if from a long way off. She asked him about his name, where he lived, his friends, his family, his job.... He answered automatically, without thinking. Eventually, using the information she gleaned, she began turning the questions around, twisting his answers into contradictions, confusing him, rendering the things he had told her meaningless. The facts of his life grew fuzzy and unimportant to him.
Making him forget the pretty little blonde fiancee was a little harder, but so satisfying. Interesting material in that relationship. Blondie apparently was sexually repressed and Rod was too nice to show how badly she frustrated him. The silly filly not only often refused him intercourse, she wouldn't even let Rod go down on her, despite his pleas, probably because she didn't want to have to return the favor. It had been weeks since she had let him have missionary sex. Very useful.
Eventually it was impossible for him to follow what she was doing in the hazy sensual fog with which she surrounded him, saturated him. Finally, she recalled him to consciousness. "You may open your eyes, rod." She made sure he heard in her tone her use of the lower case initial letter of his name, turning it into a diminutive.
His eyes fluttered open, as if he were reluctant to leave the pleasant daze. She gazed intently into his face from up close. Her perfume was a fragrant cloud around him, making his head swim. She had opened his robe, and unwrapped his towel, but he barely seemed to notice. He stirred slightly, trying to move. She knew he would feel light headed and leaden limbed.
"What happened, Ma'am," he asked. "And what IS your name? I can't just keep calling you 'Ma'am'."
"You may call me Sabah, for now, my pet" she replied. "What happened is what is still happening, what is going to happen, what I am going to do ... to you." She continued to caress his manhood, which was by now quite engorged and erect.
"Doing to me, Sabah?" he asked, looking helpless and confused.
"Do you not even suspect, rod? You Americans have forgotten so much history and folklore. It makes you so vulnerable, so easy to take advantage of." She smiled triumphantly. Her teeth were very white, and her lips had become rosy and full. She saw he noticed the change. "The tea, of course, was drugged, my darling. Nothing strong, just some herbs to make you deliciously horny and rather sleepy. You really should not accept food or drink from strangers, you know." He struggled to sit up, evidently finding it extraordinarily difficult. She placed a gentle restraining hand on his bare chest, easily pushing him back down. "Don't bother trying, love. You are too dizzy to get up," she suggested. She began to play with his nipples. "And then I aroused you, as I am still doing. That makes it easy to cast my spell over you. You would say I hypnotized you."
"But why?" Rod gasped.
"Why?" Sabah tossed her hair back. "Why does the parasitic wasp paralyze her larger prey? Because she does not want her victim to struggle while she feeds. I need to feed off the sexual energy of men who are careless enough to let me seduce them. Do you know what a succubus is?" She slipped off her robe, leaving only the black satin gown clinging to her lush body.
"Some kind of demon of lust?" Rod answered. She sensed him struggling to comprehend and resist what was happening. Such great strength of will, such steely character. His resistance excited her.
"That is medieval superstition," Sabah responded scornfully. "I am as natural a creature as you. According to your Professor Gould, our two kinds must even have had a common ancestor in the Neolithic. I could bear a child by you, if I chose to. But tonight we will merely have sex." She smiled wickedly. "That is how I feed, you know. I will arouse you to unbearable heights. Then I will take you and at your climax, drain from you the sexual energy that I need. Afterwards, if I let you leave here, you would not have noticed. You would have only a fuzzy memory of some amazing sex with a mysterious woman. Of course, you would be completely exhausted for a week or more, but you would recover, none the wiser."
"Then why are you telling me this? What do you mean, 'if you let me leave'" Rod asked, suspiciously.
"Because I have decided I will NOT let leave here, darling. When I pick up occasional men, I am forced to gorge myself, which leaves them useless to me for weeks, so I discard them. It is more healthful for me, however, and more pleasant for the man," she smiled seductively, "If I have a regular lover from whom I can take smaller amounts of sexual energy more frequently. Until he passed away, Charles was a wonderful slave who met my needs several times a week, several times daily, when he was younger, like you. Since then, I have not been able to feed nearly often enough. It is dangerous picking up strange men, you know. There are too many diseases out there now."
"Then, too, a strong man around a big house like this come in handy, you know," she added, running her fingers through his hair, almost tenderly. "I need a new slave and you'll be perfect."
"Slave?" Fear filled his eyes.
"Or lover," she reassured. Whatever you call it, all I have to do is take you to bed with me. I'll make you enjoy it so much that after a while, you will never want to leave. "Gladly you will become my devoted servant and passionate lover. You have what I need, and soon you will need what I have, what only can give you, rod." She saw fear in his eyes, fear fighting with lust. She touched his cheek "Fear not, my sweet, I always make sure men enjoy serving and feeding me."
"Sabah!" he protested. "You can't do ... I won't ..."
"Hush," she said tenderly and kissed him, taking hold of his cock again and starting to rub it vigorously but deliciously. "Do not say silly things. I know what I can do to you, what I have done to you. I am now your succubus. I have been in your mind. After our little chat, I understand you completely. I know your weaknesses and how to take advantage of them. I know how to turn you on, rod, whether you want to be or not. Like most human males, you have a secret desire to be bedded and dominated by a beautiful woman. With me, I will fulfill your deepest wish."
"No, Sabah, I don't want that!" he protested. "I won't let you ..."
"Yes, Rod, domination. Enthrallment. I control your desires, can make you screw me any time I want," she smiled hungrily. "And since I have not had a man in several days, I want you now!" She arose from the couch in a fluid movement. "You will watch me closely while I remove my gown." She shrugged her shoulders and the jet satin flowed to the floor. Her pale flesh gleamed in the dim light. "Seeing me naked is arousing you intensely. You are becoming very excited, Rod. Having intercourse with me is the capstone of the spell of enslavement. It will seal the trance that will make you mine forever."
"I won't let you do that," he objected. "I wont!"
"Yes, you will. You will because I will use a drug on you that will destroy your mind's last defenses against my control. It will make you weak and permit me to do with you as I wish. It is a powerful drug, Rod, much more so than the silly potion I put in your tea. It will put you into a deep, deep sleep." She moved back to the couch and spread her legs for him.
"A drug?" Rod said skeptically, looking around for any sign of a hypodermic or pills. She could see that he was regaining some control of his speech and thoughts. Soon voluntary control of his limbs would creep back into his body, as the effects of the drugged tea faded. He was almost dangerous. Magnificent! She must act in time.
Sabah laughed. "We succubae have been using this drug to make men ours for eons. Men know and fear its power. It is a drug, which can become a habit, a drug that the man instinctively knows can make him a slave to the woman who gives it to him. You know what I mean, Rod. Why do so many men resist going down on their women? They fear the power of the drug. But when a female of my kind offers a man the potion, he cannot help taking it. YOU cannot help taking it," she said, her eyes glowing into his.
He shook his head, his eyes glazed with both lust and horror. He tried to avert his gaze, but he was powerless to prevent her from opening her sex to him. He could not avert his gaze from the wet, inviting sight. She was beginning to tease her slit. With the other hand she caressed his face, his shoulders and chest, and gently brought his face closer to her warm moist pussy. "Men allow us to drug you because you enjoy too much they way we administer it," she gloated. "Drink!"
"Sabah, stop!" he pleaded, looking up into her eyes.
"Are you sure you want me to stop?" she smiled, teasing her pussy with her supple fingers as she drew his mouth slowly closer. "We give you the drug with our pussies, Rod. I secrete a mind-controlling hormone from between my legs. Drink it, Rod. It will be absorbed by your mouth when you eat me. It goes into your blood and flows to your brain. It will make you my slave. Don't make me stop, Rod. You will love the way I drug you. You will come back to me for it often. You will have to keep coming back to me again and again for additional doses."
Amazingly his head moved no closer. He was struggling to break free. Sabah had never seen such force of will. It frightened her and excited her as she had never felt. She MUST have him!
"Look at my breasts!" Her tone changed as she changed the subject, confusing him further. "I want you to kiss my tits." She leaned closer, flaunting her bosom inches from his face, bringing her nipples, so proudly erect, close to his lips. "Kiss them," she coaxed. "Lick them. Suck on them."
The languor which arose from her hand stroking his prick had spread through his body and mind, making further resistance unthinkable. She slipped one hand to the back of his neck and drew his face to her bosom. He moaned as his face sank into her voluptuous breasts. His obedient mouth found her nipple.
Now he was hers! She had rubbed her breasts with the philters and tranquilizing herbs. He was sinking quickly, his resistance gone. "Ah...that is so nice," the seductress sighed, her voice deepening with hunger and lust. "You do that very well, as I knew you would. I will teach you a thousand ways to please me. You are going to be a wonderful slave," she sighed as she pushed his head downward and released it. He needed no further guidance. His own fantasies took over as he fell to worshiping her pussy.
Sabah did not have long to wait until Rod's tongue and lips found her secret self. Aroused for hours, she came quickly and filled his mouth with her cum. He licked every drop, but he didn't stop! Even with her control, she had never been able to get Charles to do this. Rod was loving her sex with an enthusiasm Sabah had never experienced. Though she didn't think it possible, Rod brought her to a second and a third orgasm. She closed her eyes and let the waves of pleasure flood over her. Could he be the one?
At last her breathing returned to normal and she moved to straddle his hips. She took his face in her hands and spoke. "Tonight, darling, it is not just to feed on your energy, you know, nor even just to enslave you. I also have a woman's needs." she guided his penis between her vaginal lips. "You have come very far, and done very well. Please me once again and I will give you the reward I have made you long for."
With a complex flexing of her lower abdominal muscles, her nether lips reached out and sucked his cock inside her. "Best of all," she continued, leading his mind to be enveloped by hers as his manhood was swallowed within her body, "You do not have to do a thing. Just lie back, my darling, and let me work my will. Feel my pussy close around your cock. Feel it riding up and down the shaft of your manhood. You like this, don't you? Up ... and down, taking you deeper and deeper into me each time. From now on, I will take charge of your sex life and make you love it. It is so easy, rod. You love the way I fuck you. My pussy goes up ... and down ... up ... and down ... deeper and deeper. ... It is so relaxing, rod. You are going to close your eyes and surrender to the pleasure I am giving you. Close your eyes and let me fuck you...fuck you..."
"No, Sabah," he protested with the last of his strength and will. He was drunk on her love juices, almost overwhelmed by the sensual pleasure of her pussy around his cock, she saw, but that strength of character she had seen in him from the first instant rose up to defend his autonomy from her soft assault. How marvelous to find prey worthy of her powers and skills. She beamed down at him with admiration, as she continued to rock him into submission. He looked directly at her, and accused, "You ... can't ... hypnotize ... me!"
"But I can, Rod. I am strengthening the hypnotic control I already have. You started going under when you first saw me. You drifted into a medium trance while we were talking as you drank my tea, right after you came in. Post-hypnotic suggestion left you weak and easy to arouse sexually. Now you are going under my spell again, deeply. Each time I fuck you, it will get easier to take you under my control, the control you will come to crave. Now be still and let me continue."
"No," he moaned vainly.
"Yes, Rod. This feels too good to resist. You are getting so weak, my darling, and it feels so good to sink into my power. You are so drowsy, angel. You are struggling so hard to stay awake, my sweet. It's so tiring. Don't fight it, love. Close your eyes, my darling, and let me fuck you. Won't it be wonderful to fall asleep in my arms, rod? Let me put you into a deep sleep and when you awake you will be my happy sex slave. You'll no longer remember your former life. You will not need to think about anything but pleasing me. Serving me, feeding me, pleasing me will be your whole life, Rod. I demand your all, Rod, but the rewards are great."
She watched her words defeat him. She smiled as his eyes reluctantly closed and the determined expression on his face faded.
"Now relax completely, my sweet, while my cunt goes up and down on your cock and puts you to sleep ... up ... and down ... fucks you ... up ... and down .... Putting you to sleep ... up ... and down ... deeper ... up ... and down ... puts you to sleep ... fucks you to sleep ... fucks you ... to sleep.." Her voice became softer and her movements accelerated as she rode him towards orgasm.
"Now, my precious! Now!" He came at her command and she reached out with the immaterial part of herself, her own approaching orgasm enveloping and absorbing his sexual energy, feeding on it, as her body fed on his cum. Only when she felt him slacken and fall limp did she allow a her own fourth climax to wash over her.
She lay next to him for long delicious minutes as she felt the ebb of power from his body to hers, reenergizing her, nourishing her, rejuvenating her. Then, sated for a time, she looked down on the young man lying beneath her. Drained now, sleeping so peacefully, so profoundly. He was hers now, but what a possession! Surprisingly, she found she actually felt strong affection for him. He was innocent yet strong. He would serve her well for many years. The service would take its toll, of course, but with proper care, for many years just the same. She had never been particularly good at caring for her men. But this one seemed special. She would see that the years would be happy ones, filled with pleasure. Pleasure in serving her.
Perhaps, even ... it was too soon to think about that yet, even she could not know when the time would come, ... perhaps he would be the one chosen to give her the long-desired daughter. Perhaps he already had, she thought as she snuggled against his hard young body and joined him in sleep.