THE PREDATORS PREY: A VAMPIRES LUST

AstroDominaVR

SLR Labs

The only light in her lair was a silvery phosphorescence that clung to the damp stone, illuminating the sharp, elegant planes of her face as she hovered above me. Her cool breath ghosted across my fevered skin, a tantalizing contrast to the frantic heat coiling within my own bound form. I could feel the frantic drum of my own heart, a trapped bird beating against its cage, and I knew she savored every terrified flutter. A slow, predatory smile graced her lips as her gaze, heavy with ancient hunger, traveled the length of my helpless body with deliberate, possessive leisure. Her fingers, cool as moonlit marble, traced a shivering path from my trembling throat down to the frantic pulse at my wrist, her touch a silent promise of both torment and rapture. The scent of old books and night-blooming jasmine wove around us, an intoxicating shroud that made the air thick and difficult to breathe. A soft, desperate sound escaped me, not entirely of fear, as her knuckles brushed a sensitive line along my stomach, proving her complete dominion over my reactions. She leaned in, her lips nearly touching my ear, and whispered of a long, slow claiming that would unravel my very essence thread by thread. My body, betraying my terror, arched instinctively towards her chilling presence, craving the very danger that promised to obliterate me. In the profound silence, our fate was sealed not with a scream, but with a shuddering, surrendered sigh.