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 I am the drug, you are the consumer

She was a vampire, a succubus, a creature of spawned from the darkest pits of hell. Angelic sin written on her exquisite visage. Yet wrapped in otherworldly facades, caguely threatening. Sinisterly, she loomed. Dominance over the earth, as with everything she wanted to have dominance. Wandering thoughts bleed over to more morbid things. As she was prone to do, nothing new there. But it hadn't faint to float by her mind how lonely she was as of late. Hormones, they made it foggy, a mist wrapping, embracing her mind. She was not lonely but she needed someone. The siren had to remind herself that the term lonely was reserved for the weak individuals. Just the thought of such creatures made her want to empty the contents of her stomach. Seemingly emotionless facade twisted into disgust. Gently her cranium rotated to and fro, best not to think of the weak, her kind never preyed upon them, it was considered a great ordeal to feed upon the weak. The legends she grew up with mentioned the Gods and Goddesses growing ill from their meat. But the thought was soon replace with another, more proeminent, more poten. Within moments her succulent lips thirst, her hunger absolved. Dulcet and feminine thighs unfurl in their vampiric slenderness; feline in nature, lean muscles ripping underneath caramel and russet curves, smoothing in a lascivious sashaying, boast of strident fluidity. Swaying, forever swaying on her own stage onf grandeur. Fore grace doth entwine such supple, feminine curvature. Her body, made to sin, to rapture, to consume. She were bedeviled. Exquisite. Gracefully, eerie, one might think of floating, the siren descends into one of the pool. Warmth bathing smooth, crystalline limbs in a satiny veil of flawless, luxurious fur. Her bones absorbing the heat. Was this such a good idea? A moment, she pondered, wondered but the heat of both the hot spring pool and her own womb got to her. Violet-gazed eyes comsume and devour her surroundings, something was missing. Something was missing from her, around her and within her. Needle like canines were gape from partly opened jaws; panting, heavily, her chest would raise and fall with each life-giving breath, accentuating her allurement, her sinful appearance. Pace began to slow, in solitude beneath the acrid night, with the moon high above her, she came to a stop. Warmth, heat; mist surrounding her angelic display, as water reached her elbows. The siren was starved, she was yearning for something, for someone; hunger drove her further, it kissed against molten mind and before she could recall the movement her sweet crown was leaning back, offering the most melodious of sounds, heavy, adoring one could say towards the man that dyed her coat with his cologne for days to an end. He waited enough. She waited enough. They waited enough. Come to me. Find me. Her heat was not yet in full bloom but it will be soon, so soon.. If he will be able to find her than she shall feed upon him.

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Her decadent scent and the taste of her chestnut fur never left his mind. His jowls salivated at the thought of finally having his way with her lithe bodice and exploring what such a delightful temptress had to offer. Hannibal was so easily captivated by the beauties this world had to offer. The seductive witches and nymphs of Boreas made his heart flicker and pangs of heat slither down his spine. Thus, as her illustrious call hit his thin ears the male complied nearly instantly. Mighty paws hit the ground as his alabaster fur hung heavy from his pink skin. A chilled breeze allowed tendrils of his fur to dance and twist together as his body moved through the lands. Eagerness was painted through his eyes. His normal cool attitude was wiped away by that of the promise of her riches. Soon he entered the hot springs, a territory he was fond of. Hannibal was rather familiar with the pools due to having met a few other femmes in the same place. Though, his thoughts of the past were wiped away as the scent of her heat slithered into his wet nose. An audible and shameless groan slipped from his vocal cords as he sought her out. Fog and mist blocked his vision as he carefully stepped around the heated pools. The moisture allowed his pelt to defrost slightly and his eyes narrowed in order to see his vixen. "You have hexed me, witch." Luxurious tones were laced with venom as he spat forth the verbiage. Though, just after speeking his eyes fell upon that of the witch in question. A disgustingly ravenous smirk slipped across pink lips as he instantly moved to close the distance between them. "It is time." Three simple words that left no room for questioning. The chase was over and it was time to plant his seed into the fairest of them all. The male walked to her front and leaned down, dragging his pink tongue along his think lips in order to taste her fangs. Hannibal's attention was soon moved to the rest of her delicious body and carried on with his vicious need. -fade to black- speech action

 I am the drug, you are the consumer

The tempting, alluring desires rolled around within her in oceans filled with intent, with carnal craving. Sexual desire lulled her violet eyes, measuring planets in size, with their own gravitational pull; a pull that the man felt within. The Intoxicating scent pushed her onward, almost towards the edge of the pool. How bad she had been, how bad she was going to be with this fine specimen of a man. It was never good to wait so long for your next meal afterall and she craved more than anything. But she had been doing so well to ignore her heat until this very moment. It wasn't wise to ignore your natural impulses, the vampiric succubus knew. She needed to feed but she would abstain from doing so upon this delicious, ravenous brute. She was saving him for bigger, better things. Lips quivered at the thoughts held behind her cruel smile. Besides, what is the worst that could happen to let your instincts roam freely. The woman was used to such feelings, the ones of need and carnal pleasure but the intensity of her emotions in this singular moment were great enough to bring forth wonder.  Excitement even if she were to be honest with herself. Her audits rotated, flickered, towards the sound of his voice. Spindly limbs slunk forward mimicking his motions, approaching in order to fall int o his warmth, into his endless embrace that promised darker things to come. A smirk that could put the Devil to shame tugged at her ebon, succulent lips. He had answered her call with such eagerness; without doubt the temptress still had him wrapped around her claw. Part of the temptress wanted to question the male of his knowledge of the land but she knew better than to sound pushy, besides, there wehere other things in the middle, far more important. Enough talk. she purred, chest raising and falling as it collided with his own, endless fur mixing with one another. Hour-glass bodice swayed with his own, her crystalline waistline , drenched in attractive thinness was slammed into the delicious brute; the way their body compeled them to sin brought forth a celestial radiance. She wanted more. She needed more.

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