By Tasha Ravenscry
The bittersweet nature of the night knows no bounds.
I can sense the electrodes and neurons in my mind sifting and changing with the blackness of the night air. They are swirling and sending little brief chills up my spine, down my legs. Up the tightened curvature of a calf muscle and a quivering anticipatory thigh.
New Orleans has a sorted ambiance which is nothing like any city I have ever traveled within. Dark and musky street sides. Old and antiqued, long winding paths which seemingly whisper My name. "Love us Raven, love us and allow us to sweep underneath your feet. Carrying you away into an existence of myth. Of legend. Of Nothingness".
I pay those voices this eve very little heed, setting forth for some unknown destination.
She is there, at the Inn's silver embroidery, sworn-cane in hand. Standing staunch with an affirmative non-glance that pierces straight through my body. I hold my stance only momentarily, then release a half caught feminine moan... continue to stride towards her and only her.
Lashes of pitch and hair braided down her rippling black overcoat define facial muscles that scream out to me, inhumanity. If the devil were to become charismatic, possesive and chose to walk the streets of the eve, I am certain, then he would be she. Fibers so real, portents of the aching within written all over my responsive body language.
My pace quickens, and her long arm brushes past me. Leading the way to upper chiambers which could only mean one thing. Yet nothing within me protests to such a presumption.
It's a moon-free evening I notice once we are in the hued room, smoke from jasmine incense streams about my torso. Looking back before I can flinch, my skin responds unconsciously. My eyes never left her, but in one swift motion of a pale finger, she has sliced the lose fitting top and broken me down.
Bare, before gazing eyes full of mystical smiles can be known. Her lips pull back and perch themselves hungrily upon my palest portions. In one foreboding moment I fear laughter will prevail. Instead of this, she presses me against her body. Draping her coat back, firm musculature and curves only a woman could possess press against me. My swelling chest shudders.
Nubile underbelly, back, rear are all placed with unearthly white skin of her hands. She's fiendish. Decisive. Unmatched. So much hunger blossoming through this evil beauty's mark.
On the bedside now we are unmasked to the darkest of nights. This Night's lover seemingly has a blisteringly white glow on her skin. She has taken me in her wicked mouth, my shoulders tremble with such an inexplicable ache that no one could ever utter a proper descriptive.
Though my passion is omnicient, her drive is more forceful. Brutal. Loving and Oblivious all at the same time. Driving Faux manhood about her has been un- cautiously pressed within the confines of my womanhood. In and out and in again, no beginning and absolutely no end. Pounding in rapid procession her arms hold firmly on each arm of my own, an uncanny grin spreads over a face full of laughing teeth.
My moans are repeating themselves in many ways. Repeating. Repeating in louder havoc. The most supreme ecstasy has rendered me unaware of the smile's reality here. Bending forward she places her treacherous mouth right where my jugular exposes it's self openly. bent back agonizingly pleased for
a split second before she acts, each of my breaths speed up. The orgasmic totality ruptures through my form while symoltaneously she breaks my skin. Her teeth impend deep, deeper ..to drink the essence of life's force with re found hunger. I spasm internally over a span of timeless rapture - drawn up tight within this moment reverberating.
Feeding her most intimate need now. Feeding the night.
As my buckling persists and something new is known, My possesor's eyes roll intently back inside her skull. Wildly aware of the bliss she has encountered.....trailing crimson down her luscious lips. My sounds still strong and fresh on her eardrums, she speaks out to me that which I deliriously already know.
"with this, sweetest Raven, you are Mine. "
