Steaming sensuality oozed from every pour of her hypothermic body
As she hovered just above the hot tar roof, she could hear it bubbling.
She had that affect on every one and thing she came in contact with.
Black Lilly carefully braided garlands of deadly night shade in her hair as she impatiently waited for the witching hour when the bars let out. Ah, the sweet smell of death's temptress, stalking her human prey.
No man had ever rejected her advances, though it meant certain death
of this she could always count on, for her demonic beauty was her curse.
Boredom plagued her every waking moment in the eternity of her night but this night was seductively special with a feather for her cap to be won. It was ten minutes till closing time, for the gay bar she had in her sights. The demonic erotic energy had her mound dripping and her nipples hard in anticipation of the intoxicating perfume of fear coming from her prey. Saliva sparkled as moon light caught its slow progression to pointed fangs. Hunger was driving her crazy, for this would be her sweetest conquest yet. He would taste the forbidden fruit of her steaming cold loins and despair. She would have the unattainable affections of an un-seducible gay man. A seduction of penetration, her fangs compelling him to penetrate her.
An October harvest Moon as big as the hunger in her loins glowed orange. The translucent petals woven in her hair captured the moons reflected glow. The clock tower struck two as the gay bar poured out into a desire filled street. But still she waited for the strapping bouncer who would be locking the door. The clock tower struck three, the door opened, then shut with the bouncer locking it behind him for the night.
Alone and sober he headed north on south-street. From roof top to roof top she followed close behind until the buildings ended and the park began.
Spreading her wings she stepped off the roof and was lifted by a warm summer thermal. A shadow crossed over the moon glow, lighting the way home to his lover. Just then a chill ran up his spine and he quickened his pace.
In a clearing by the tree line, at the far end of the park, she slowly pirouetted onto the path before him. Tucking her wings up under her black chiffon dress, her silhouette, moon bathed was stunning even to him. She stood there watching his approach. Her pheromones preceded her. With the first scent he inhaled, his eyes met hers, entranced by her spellbound gaze. He swooned into Black Lilly’s arms. Sweet Timmy Truelove was about to be turned, in more way's than one!
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