I Want to Taste You
She was a lovely and beguiling woman with silver hair like a crone, but a face of a young woman who had enough experience in life to be interesting. I fell for her as if I had drank a love potion, yet I knew that couldn't be. For I lived a hidden existence as one of those afflicted by the the curse of being undead.
I first saw her in the moonlight, dancing naked beneath the summer equinox's bright moon. She was mesmerizing to watch, with firm breasts that drew the eye and hair the seemed to float in the air as she twirled and spun. I drew near to her that night just to see her long legs flashing in the moon's glow as she danced. It took all my self-control to resist tasting the fire that flowed through her veins.
I followed her as the summer passed and grew to know her more each night. Then I discovered that she practiced the ancient art of magic. She healed some and advised others and always paid homage to the powers of nature. Each night that I watched her, I felt the pull of my lust for her taste.
She must have sensed my presence for just before the autumn moon, she cast a spell for protection. It was a powerful incantation which would protect her from all sorts of vile and evil entities. Yet upon me it had no effect as only living beings can be warded off. Yet that simple act encouraged me to reveal myself to the witch that I adored and longed to taste.
With the moon high in the night sky, she slipped her robe from her shoulders and began a dance beneath the stars. She gasped and paused her dance when I stepped from the shadows for she had thought herself alone and protected. With my cool hand I touched her cheek and smiled at her. With courage blazing in her emerald eyes and a bit of fear in her voice, she asked if she were to die that night. I replied that to touch her was the only thing I desired this night. While I desired to taste her life, to turn her into a creature limited to the night would be her choice, not mine.
My arms wrapped around her nude body and we danced to the sound of her beating heart. Soon my lips were claiming hers and her hands stripped my clothes from my body. We made wild love in that glade and her cries of pleasure mingled with my roar of satisfaction as we explored each other's bodies in the moonbeams. Insane with lust and love we left lovers marks on each other, yet I retained enough control to not sink my fangs into her fair skin in search of her taste.
After that magical night, we play and loved nearly every night. Until one night she asked me to taste the red fire the coursed through her veins. I hesitated until she beg to be with me for all time. Then I tasted the most lovely blood ever sampled by my kind. When she awoke renewed, we made love once again and knew it would be so for centuries to come.
I first saw her in the moonlight, dancing naked beneath the summer equinox's bright moon. She was mesmerizing to watch, with firm breasts that drew the eye and hair the seemed to float in the air as she twirled and spun. I drew near to her that night just to see her long legs flashing in the moon's glow as she danced. It took all my self-control to resist tasting the fire that flowed through her veins.
I followed her as the summer passed and grew to know her more each night. Then I discovered that she practiced the ancient art of magic. She healed some and advised others and always paid homage to the powers of nature. Each night that I watched her, I felt the pull of my lust for her taste.
She must have sensed my presence for just before the autumn moon, she cast a spell for protection. It was a powerful incantation which would protect her from all sorts of vile and evil entities. Yet upon me it had no effect as only living beings can be warded off. Yet that simple act encouraged me to reveal myself to the witch that I adored and longed to taste.
With the moon high in the night sky, she slipped her robe from her shoulders and began a dance beneath the stars. She gasped and paused her dance when I stepped from the shadows for she had thought herself alone and protected. With my cool hand I touched her cheek and smiled at her. With courage blazing in her emerald eyes and a bit of fear in her voice, she asked if she were to die that night. I replied that to touch her was the only thing I desired this night. While I desired to taste her life, to turn her into a creature limited to the night would be her choice, not mine.
My arms wrapped around her nude body and we danced to the sound of her beating heart. Soon my lips were claiming hers and her hands stripped my clothes from my body. We made wild love in that glade and her cries of pleasure mingled with my roar of satisfaction as we explored each other's bodies in the moonbeams. Insane with lust and love we left lovers marks on each other, yet I retained enough control to not sink my fangs into her fair skin in search of her taste.
After that magical night, we play and loved nearly every night. Until one night she asked me to taste the red fire the coursed through her veins. I hesitated until she beg to be with me for all time. Then I tasted the most lovely blood ever sampled by my kind. When she awoke renewed, we made love once again and knew it would be so for centuries to come.
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