Choke Me, Spank Me, Pull My Hair

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.