CONCEPTION
© 2002-Destiny West

 

I wandered lonely lost in thought, the quiet sounds and smells of death surrounding me.
Evening had settled once again upon the familiar landscape and the night chill had already began to bite. Tombstones suddenly loomed up before me: myriad grim monuments to un-numbered dead days; and then, as I looked towards the direction of the bleak walls of the crematorium, I saw her.
I hesitated for a moment, standing frozen in my place, transfixed by her unearthly beauty, listening to the beating of my heart as it pounded in my ears.
This creature of exquisite beauty was dressed in a long black gown of silk, sleeveless with only a lace shawl to cover her arms and shoulders from the night air. She sat on a weather-beaten wooden bench, and did not at first seem to notice my presence.
Perhaps she preferred not to acknowledge my existence.
I am not sure.
Transfixed, I approached the seated figure, and forcing the words out of my mouth, I questioned her well being
The lady looked up at me, and from eyes of the deepest blue emerged a single tear.
As our eyes connected so did my heart, I was drawn into her gaze like a moth to the flame.
' Who is it your soul aches for Sir?' the lady asked, standing to walk to my side.
I pondered her question. If only she were to know the truth, for my soul was no longer my own, traded in a foolish moment of greed, for my wealth and power. Now it waited to be collected. That, however is another story.
'My soul aches only to be my own once again.' I replied, and she nodded. I offered the lady my coat, but she declined with a slight wave of her delicate hand. Walking side by side, we wandered through the tombs; leaving the cemetery and taking to the streets which even at this late hour, still echoed to the sounds of humanity. We arrived at apartment door and as I half turned the key, I looked again into the hypnotic blue of her eyes, which appeared almost glowing in the shadows of my porch.

As the lock clicked open, it was as if destiny itself spread out before me and sneered.
Inside, the room was dim, yet still warm, even though the fire had long since died in the grate. I lit the lamp, a flame darted high in the glass, illuminating the room with an eerie glow, and by this light I studied her once again whilst she in turn looked about my quarters.
I sensed in some strange way she had changed appearance from the first time I had seen her upon the graveyard bench, though her beauty was still incomparable and her eyes that magnificent shade of blue. She wore her luxuriant auburn hair partly up: the rest cascaded over her naked shoulders in a wave of curls. Her dress clung to her figure and as my eyes travelled the length of her body I felt a deep desire to possess her as my own.
She smiled at me and walked over to the window, her figure silhouetted against the moonlight casting a seductive shadow over the floor.
I was drawn to her side in a trance and felt her hand entwine in mine. Her skin was icy cold and her touch sent shivers down my spine.
I watched her intently and her name danced upon my lips though I had not heard it spoken by her.
'Livea.' I whispered, and she turned to face me.
Though her movements were subtle to the naked eye, I could feel her seduction irradiating from her. Without a word, and in a fluid movement, she opened the window, filling the chamber with the chilled night air.
She slowly slipped the straps of her exquisite dress down her shoulders and to her waist. Her full breasts exposed to my vision, her nipples hardened caressed by the breeze of the evening.
My breathing sharpened as I watched her dress fall to the wooden floor boards, her complete nakedness possessing my sight, and I felt my manhood press tightly against the confines my trousers, aching to be inside of my enchantress.
The moonbeams kissed her flawless skin, and my hand reached out and caressed her waist and pulled her silently into my embrace.'
What may the price be for a kiss?' I said huskily, my breathing shallow with desire.
Her lips touched mine, her tongue dancing over my lips and moving into my mouth, she whispered into my breath, 'Your soul.'
And I was lost to her.
Livea's naked flesh pressed up against me, my hand stroked her soft hair as we kissed so deeply and I grew weaker. She drew away from me.
I watched as her hands unclothed me, casting my garments to the floor, her hands kissing my body like ice.
When I stood naked before her, she took my hand in hers and led me to my chambers where she laid me down upon the softness of my bed. This beauty now crawled cat-like up beside me and into my arms. Then, she shifted her position, straddling my stomach.
I could feel her wetness against my skin as I watched her breasts heave in breaths of desire.
My eyes were drawn into hers and I cursed her quietly for the power she had over me.
'Who are you?' I hissed with unbridled passion.
'Succubus.' She murmured. Suddenly her mouth was upon mine and I was too weak to fight the desire, the lust.
She took hold of one wrist at a time, running her tongue against my pulse, and with a ghastly grace, her teeth tore into my flesh. I cried out silently for I was too weak to really scream. I felt the warmth of my blood flow freely into the fabric of milky white sheets, quickly turning them to crimson.
Then, her hand was upon my hardness, stroking me with her fingers of ice, my cock pulsating in her hand. Her mouth moved down upon me, I watched as my blood that had filled her mouth, trickled down over my hardness and her tongue flicked across my head, causing moans to escape my lips.
'Why?' I groaned, as her mouth sucked me into its tightness.
Her hand moved upon me, stroking me firmly, whilst her lips gripped my shaft devouring me with her skilful tongue, that ran the length of my cock in swirls of wetness.
I watched as her eyes once velvet blue, now burned like embers into her beauty.
Her tongue felt like fire upon my flesh and as she worked me faster, I could feel my balls tighten and a shudder course through my entire body as I exploded into her mouth. My cum swirling about her tongue as she lapped upon me eagerly.
I lay exhausted in my bed, my blood now pooling at my sides, as she crawled once again up beside me. I tasted her salty lips against mine. The kiss was deep and passionate, her breath sucking and insistent, as if draining my very soul.
She straddled my body once again, and took hold of one of my arms, holding it tight above in a vice-like grip, letting my blood drip into her mouth, her tongue catching the droplets then drawing them into her mouth to savour and swallow.
My hands were upon her breasts and my blood stained the flesh of her hard nipples. I squeezed them, pinching her nipples with what energy I do not know.
My finger tips, rubbing my own blood into her flesh, teasing her.
Then I felt her move above me, and taking hold of my once again rigid cock, she lowered herself down onto me, my hardness sliding into her. Her wetness gripping me so tightly and moving up and down upon me, pulsating against my shaft as it sucked it into her further.
I watched as my blood dripped down her breasts, tracing red rivulets down the flawless flesh of her stomach toward the union of our bodies.
My eyes felt heavy, closing to nightmarish visions of blood red skies and tormented screams of flesh in a thousand agonies mixed with pleasure.
'Come into me..' She beckoned and I looked into those soulless eyes and envisioned my death.
“How fitting I should have met my demise in a graveyard” I mused as sanity quickly slipped away from me.
'Succubus.' I whispered as her mouth was upon mine again, sucking life from my soul, her wetness moving up and down upon me, drawing from it another life force.
Her tightness milked me as my life faded from my eyes, she stared into me blankly.
Her movements became faster, her lust burning. A crescendo of passion swelling, and with fading eyes, I watched as this vision of beauty and evil devoured me. With silent moans of ecstasy I felt my soul leave my lifeless body as my seed exploded into her, filling her barren womb, bringing it to life....
Lamia.
I sunk into a well of cimmerian darkness...

Bloody corpse lay on this bed
sunken eyes rest in his head;
bathed in scarlet on white sheets,
death and pleasure finally meet...