Crimson Tryst08:03 Jul 25 2011
Times Read: 474
A woman glided over the covered floor silently, walking around the room and looking at just about anything but her intended target. Her hair, crimson as blood, rested along the length of her spine, covering the pale moonlight skin that was exposed in a sea of waves and curls. Eyes of emerald caught sight of different artifacts as the female wandered about the room, nothing but a shroud of whispering cloth. Candles littered the floors, sat upon random pieces of furniture, and rested upon window seals. As this woman passed them, they would light, illuminating the room in a soft golden glow, that only those within would see. The door had been firmly locked, so as none would disturb them for the evening, and a soft scent of lavander, accompanied with a hint of jasmine, covered the room in a blanket of warmth. Once every candle is seen to, as well as the fireplace that rested upon the far end of the room, opposed to the bed, the woman turned and smiled at her prey, her partner for the night. A soft smile would show on her face, hiding the petite yet deadly fangs that rested behind her lips, which held a soft gloss of ruby red upon them, and she would carefully make her way across the covered floor to the bed which held what she sought for nightly. Parting the canopy, the drapes nothing but a thin silk that hung upon the wooden beams, she finally caught sight of her companion for the evening. The bed coverings, made of some of the richest fabrics, rested just above their hips, hiding a treat that would come into play later in the evening. A well developed body, holding a healthy tan of one who worked in the sun yet not one of labor intensive chores, like those of a lower class, but one of a fighter, glowed within the candle light as her eyes took in his form. A handsome face was next in her vision, lips parted slightly as he drew a soft breath in his slumber and eyes closed in such a peaceful manner, it made her wonder what color was held behind those closed lids. Midnight black hair rested upon his head, its length unknown to her at the current time but holding the feel of freshly spun silk as she let a few short locks pass across her fingers. She couldnt wait much longer, his beauty called to her, and she was never one to pass up such a rare gift. Carefully, she crawled upon the bed and leaned over him, her lips hovering above his own. A soft breath, one containing a special scent known only to her that would make him desire her, ghosted across his parted lips before she leaned down and kissed him. Eyes of emerald slid shut as the arms of her lover for the night rose up and held her to him, kneading and groping at her breast and thigh when she shifted to get a better position, and a moan slipped from her throat. Tonight was to be a night of passion, blood letting, and changing, a night that both would enjoy as their cries of ecstasy echoed within the room and within the ears of others.
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BeautifulDiscord
11:21 Jul 26 2011
Ooooh This is wonderful Hells! Cant wait to see the next one!