karmicaria
TNPer
Melodic whispering brought her to her senses. Her dreams had been filled with voices and music. The music had stimulated her in the strangest ways. She remembered a man, an inhumanly perfect man that she had been with. Her thighs still ached from their combined overzealous exertion the night before. She opened her eyes and the erotica melted into reality; the man was sitting at her desk fifteen feet to her right. Her bed was not her own. In place of eggshell folds of silk, she was slathered in quietly glistening layers of navy. Candles illuminated the room with spasmodic flickers sending twisted shadows rampaging across the ceiling. The ceiling was rock; reality crumbled into a nightmare.
A scream burst from her lips. The sound swelled throughout the cavern building in intensity, echoing painfully in her own ears. The man at the desk doubled over in pain, obviously not expecting her recovery so soon. The scream intensified, warped by the shape of the cavern and fuelled by her still unknown abilities. Her head started spinning, the pain was so intense. She tore at the midnight blue fabric, desperate to escape her surroundings, her devil-suitor, her own unending scream. She stood up in bed and was engulfed in a cascade of broken glass from the shattered mirror behind her. Her debilitating scream came to an abrupt stop as she collapsed face down on the bed.
She barely heard his footsteps crunching on the glass as he approached. Her scream left a distracting ringing in her ear which was starting to take on the characteristics of a melody. She focused on the sound of the crunching glass, willing herself to hear and to wait until they were in front of her. She needn't have waited, for the footsteps stopped directly in front of her by the time she had managed to focus the sound. She tensed her body, curled her fingers into talons, and hurled herself off the bed towards her captor. She barely reached the floor before she was paralysed by his gaze. She suddenly found her long, filed nails, useful for decoration as well as decimation, unclenching themselves. Her body relaxed. Her mind altered states from rage to passion. She noticed for the first time that he was clothed only in a dark blue robe. An impish grin spread across her face and she moistened her lips.
"Aren't you going to take what's yours?" she asked.
She retreated to the bed with her captor in pursuit. The two laid down, limbs entwined, among maliciously glittering shards on the inky fabric. The two of them fought for dominance. The sharp splinters of glass punctuated their dance with intoxicating pricks of pain. She began to feel the strongest urge to gorge herself on his body. Unthinking, she plunged her teeth into his heaving chest, piercing the skin with a sudden inhuman easiness. They shuddered in ecstasy. The presence within her sucked hungrily, draining the blood from his body. His flesh grew harder beneath her as she drank. Finally, she relented, giving control back to his form that, had she been human, should have split her in two. Her body rebelled and her hand clasped onto a sizable piece of glass as he thrust into her, his head bent and preparing to drink from her. She plunged the shard through his back and out his chest. She screamed once more, this time with animalistic victory and satisfaction.
A scream burst from her lips. The sound swelled throughout the cavern building in intensity, echoing painfully in her own ears. The man at the desk doubled over in pain, obviously not expecting her recovery so soon. The scream intensified, warped by the shape of the cavern and fuelled by her still unknown abilities. Her head started spinning, the pain was so intense. She tore at the midnight blue fabric, desperate to escape her surroundings, her devil-suitor, her own unending scream. She stood up in bed and was engulfed in a cascade of broken glass from the shattered mirror behind her. Her debilitating scream came to an abrupt stop as she collapsed face down on the bed.
She barely heard his footsteps crunching on the glass as he approached. Her scream left a distracting ringing in her ear which was starting to take on the characteristics of a melody. She focused on the sound of the crunching glass, willing herself to hear and to wait until they were in front of her. She needn't have waited, for the footsteps stopped directly in front of her by the time she had managed to focus the sound. She tensed her body, curled her fingers into talons, and hurled herself off the bed towards her captor. She barely reached the floor before she was paralysed by his gaze. She suddenly found her long, filed nails, useful for decoration as well as decimation, unclenching themselves. Her body relaxed. Her mind altered states from rage to passion. She noticed for the first time that he was clothed only in a dark blue robe. An impish grin spread across her face and she moistened her lips.
"Aren't you going to take what's yours?" she asked.
She retreated to the bed with her captor in pursuit. The two laid down, limbs entwined, among maliciously glittering shards on the inky fabric. The two of them fought for dominance. The sharp splinters of glass punctuated their dance with intoxicating pricks of pain. She began to feel the strongest urge to gorge herself on his body. Unthinking, she plunged her teeth into his heaving chest, piercing the skin with a sudden inhuman easiness. They shuddered in ecstasy. The presence within her sucked hungrily, draining the blood from his body. His flesh grew harder beneath her as she drank. Finally, she relented, giving control back to his form that, had she been human, should have split her in two. Her body rebelled and her hand clasped onto a sizable piece of glass as he thrust into her, his head bent and preparing to drink from her. She plunged the shard through his back and out his chest. She screamed once more, this time with animalistic victory and satisfaction.
