ForgedWill
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It is three o'clock in the new morning,
the devil's hour upon this All Hallows eve.
I am alone, in bed.
Asleep, yet not asleep.
Restless for some reason, I cannot fathom.
My skin prickles and itches with an unspoken desire.
I shrug to myself.
Nerves, I say. Such paltry folly of mankind.
I roll over, and fall into a heavy delerium.
I awake.
And perceive a misty apparition.
She is here.
Never have I seen such beauty.
Her long, thick, flowing hair. Dark and seemingly alive all of its own.
Her skin, pale as a china doll's, and as flawless as a diamond.
Her lips, full and ripe. Moist with a dewey nectar that I lust to taste.
Her eyes; almond shaped, dark, and bottomless pools of eros.
Her body is full and rubenesque. Well endowed and ripe.
She is beautiful.
Is this a dream? Am I not awake?
I must be, for no such perfection has visited upon me in all my days.
I begin to arise, but she places a perfectly manicured hand upon my shoulder, and I slump back onto the bed. As if she suddenly drained my energy.
She walks to the other side of my bedchamber, and doffs her diaphanous gown. Bestowing my visage with
an image of perfection.
I watch as she moves towards me, and lays herself gently beside me.
She removes the covers from me, and uses a scarlet nail to trace patterns on my chest. Deftly flicking my nipples with the tip of that nail, causing electric shocks of pleasure to invade my body.
She kisses me, and I taste her.
She is as sweet as honey, as moist as the ocean.
Her mouth and tongue makes my heart pound in my chest, akin to a basso drum.
My desire manifests itself with a painful erection.
She deftly moves, and places herself above me.
That velvet channel, dripping with excitement, hovers just above my erect manhood. Spattering it with dew.
Her hands grip both of my shoulders, nails winnowing into my flesh. Blood seeps from all ten wounds, yet I do not care of the pain or pressure, as her grip increases.
She plunges down upon me. Impaling herself with me.
I growl in supreme desire.
She moves rapidly. I cannot, and will not, stop her.
She is forcing me into release.
I groan with the feel of her surrounding me. And even more so, now that she drapes herself upon me totally. Kissing my neck, as she prepares to receive my seed.
My groans turn into animal sounds, as my body begins to expend its lifeforce deep inside this woman.
Her lips fasten upon my neck, and teeth scrape my skin.
My fluid erupts, and I scream with erotic passion and release.
At that moment, she plunges her fangs deeply into my neck. The razor-sharp canines violate my flesh. Burrowing deeply until they find my vein. Blood bursts within her mouth, and she suckles greedily. She worries the two wounds, and blood flows even more rapidly.
I scream, full of rage and pain, release and lust. As she sups from me.
Soon, she stops her rape of me. Her blood-soaked mouth kisses mine. She tells me to sleep, and removes herself from beside me.
I, so weak and lethargic, attempt to speak. I manage to ask her who is she?
She laughs. Peals of a harp are put to shame with that delicate mirth from her mouth.
She sits beside me, and caresses my face.
As that of a lover.
"You already know who I am."
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V. King
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