EXTRACT FOR
Lust & Darkness
(Countess Celina)

Back to the task of dressing; black lace panties flowed up perfectly curved legs joined by a red garter belt, black silky nylon slid smoothly upward, strapped to the buckles of a garter belt projecting pure seduction. Placing the dress chosen before over my head the feel of silk and lace nestled my body. The see-through red top enhanced the bodice beneath it giving off the sexuality contained in its form. The silk material of its fashioned skirt clung to a small waist and showed off perfectly curved hips. The dresses hem rested two inches above the knees, the slits running up its side revealing the tops of my stockings. The final touch, a family heirloom, a red rose placed behind the left ear fastened by an onyx barrette their colors sparkling illuminating the hair beneath them. Suddenly a vision filled my mind, causing the heart beating inside my chest to thump with a throbbing of wanton lust and desire. Excitement and need raced with each step taken towards the view caught illuminating behind the black eyes reflecting its silhouette Through the dark dingy windows of a room shrouded in the grips of night, the view became a reality, its splendor taunting an already over stimulated flow of lust. There stood beneath the opposite apartment building`s canopy, the lights glowing above it revealing masculinity and handsomeness in the form of a very gorgeous man, the man hands foretold in a shower of lust and playful sex. Standing tall, broad of shoulder, in a white tee shirt, black jeans, and black sneakers, the shirt emphasized bulging muscles; tight jeans clung to manhood, leaving nothing to the imagination. Blond hair rested on shoulders, blue eyes glistened, pearly white teeth shone between full luscious lips. A target stood outside, one I needed. Need became greed deep inside a pulsating vagina, temptation moved into fingers once more, this time they did not move, feet stood still and ears perked. He was talking to the doorman, thank god for sharp sense of hearing it gathered the words used in the asking of a cab, and the directions given the driver. Moving past Felix, down the spiral staircase at the end of its foyer, no comments were uttered. Stopping at its base looking through the front door, no barrier could hold the form traveling through it ; the form ready to meet "the target", ready to claim what was needed. The dark night stood a shroud of blackness, no stars lighting up the darkened sky, yet the moon was full, it the only light invading the darkness. 



A cool breeze whipped about; its flow unable to erase the heat of passions lust. With a heart beating fast, and a racing pulse, the hunger for sexual desires couldn't be contained, released shouted from head to toe, its calling directed towards the one sought. Arriving at the destination, lust drooled in every pore of skin waiting for the temptation of the one it lusted for. Standing in an alluring position, seductive and coy, sex's scent lured the one it sought bringing a form out of the cab, directly to the eyes beholding his. There were no barriers preventing arousal, no holds barred, just two forms gazing into each other's eyes, held while magic inhabited the targets soul and heart. The promise of sexual conquest filled the air. Two arms squeezed tightly hugging, enveloping their mistress in the hold of one known forever. Perked ears took in the whisper suggestive whisper" lets go somewhere private; you do not need to go to the nightclub tonight, I am all you need." The scent of masculinity flowed hand in hand, this time the door inhaled no form, and reality opened its berth with the touch of Felix's hand. The intended lover stepped backward, brought forward by Felix; two milky white arms hugged his waist supporting a gorgeous muscular frame to the bedroom. Dismissed Felix stood watching the scene enfolding up the stairs. 



The room was enchanting, set up just the way I instructed Felix to do, a lovers` nest, with promises of sweet rewards. The red cherry-wood king-sized canopy bed was draped with black lace adorned with red hearts; the white quilted bed covering was folded over revealing red satin sheets. Candles glowed atop the end tables on each side of the bed. A gilded mirror hung on the wall with a full sized illusion of me, almost like a self-portrait. The heavy black and white striped drapes that coordinated with the bedclothes were drawn. The table sported a new white lace tablecloth, two chairs at its opposite sides cushioned in red velvet. On a silver tray in the middle of the table an ice filled silver bucket held a bottle of champagne paired with crystal glasses placed atop red placemats in front of each seat. Silver plates held red rose petals bearing the burden of dark chocolate upon them, a crystal candelabrum held red and white candles, their lit wicks casting reflections across the walls. Romantic music flowed through the room, the source of its melody unseen to the human eye. The target stood, mouth agape, glancing around the room until his eyes settled on the bed. Bringing him back to the scene before him, I gently grabbed his hand, pulling him towards me, leading him to the table. I asked him to sit and watched him settle his magnificent form into the chair. I sat opposite him, mesmerizing him with glowing eyes, searching his mind, inhaling the thoughts racing through it. Happiness filled the blackened heart in my chest and brought moistness to the womanhood throbbing between my legs. I relished the though of him wanting to bed me down, there would be no champagne needed, no chocolates consumed in this tryst. Lust grew with the silent thoughts, eager to oblige his fantasy, I sent him a message, "I want you to take me, take me hard, take me slow, but take me. Come love, follow me to the bed, and prove your need for me." Taking off the clinging dress, I lay upon the bed in a seductive pose. I watched him come stand alongside the bed, eyes raking down my form. I winked as he sat beside me. I felt the warmth in his fingers and gave no resistance to his unlacing of my corset. I lay my hands on his golden hair and combed it with my fingers. I offered no resistance to his wetting my breast with his tongue. The slickness against my skin aroused me; I enjoyed the licking panting at the fine art displayed in their suckling especially the nipping of teeth against the now hardened nipples brought a frenzy of pleasure in the tingling of nerves from head to toe. I lay waiting for more, moaning and groaning; with one command the target placed his form between mine and delicately removed my garter, stockings, and panties. I felt his long finger explore my womanhood and writhed in desire, urging him to go on, asking for more. I caressed his forehead as his mouth found the target, the soft mound of hair between my thighs. I screamed in ecstasy as his eager lips explored my inner-self. I tugged his head farther into my warm flesh; my legs replaced my hands, wrapping their warmth around his neck. I was on fire; he was master of my domain. The threat of an orgasm pulled from deep within me and I pushed him away, screaming "no stop, it's my turn." I lay next to him panting, he looked confused, taking his member in my hand I ended his confusion. Delicately, fingers traced its outline and then stroked its whole being. I kissed the tip of his manhood and then took him wholly in my mouth. He wiggled, sliding on the satin sheets beneath him. I heard him beg for more, heard him ask me to relinquish my position. I obliged, my whole body shuddered under his mounting, legs wrapped around him I pulled him deeper into a sexual web of desire. I finally had the moment I needed; I kissed his neck with wet moist lips, and went in for the kill. Sharp fangs impaled his neck; warm blood flowed across eager lips drinking fast and eagerly while a question inflicted his weakened mind in a sexy passionate voice. I searched his mind hoping to find the answer I needed. Anger rose inside me, I seethed with rage hearing the words "Oh stop, I don't want this. What have I made love to? Why, oh, why did I ever look in into those eyes? I will never stay with you; I don't want or relish a life of darkness." I felt the explosion of his semen inside me at the precise moment his heart stopped. I pushed him off me, took in his shocked undead form, and hollered for Felix. Carried out gently in the arms of Felix with the instruction "lay him to rest inside the coffin provided only for him; I will join him later. Felix turned around, the deadened man cradled in his arms, but the look in his eyes bewildered me. Felix looked, to me, like I was his target, a look I knew too well, a look I had given others. I had no time to worry about his look for daylight would be announcing its arrival very shortly. Freshening up, slipping into a black silk peignoir, I placed me feet in black stiletto fur-lined heels and made my way downstairs to the sanctuary of evil, a place I could not be touched. Safe from daylight in a room with no windows, the only illumination coming from the lit candles around a mahogany coffin, coldness greeted me. I reveled in it, needed it, the fires of my lust had been satisfied, I needed the dampness of this room, it was pure survival, the only means of safety offered. The only place to hide the true bed of my existence, a coffin filled with lust and darkness. Next to me the new "prince" rested in the coffin redesigned for him, the bulk of his body embraced by white silk laden with black rose petals. Still gorgeous the new prince would be surprised this evening when he woke. In him, I needed to instill a new life and destiny, carved between the blades of bone encased between the flesh of new skin. Then I would have him once more, should he be willing to learn. If not, he could join the others resting in the coffins against the far walls of this room; they who had become "man servants," men to pleasure me at my command, men who would run the night alone, once my "true prince" was found. If he turned out not to be my prince, he could lie there alongside the others, their blood nourishment for Felix. 



I climbed into my coffin, thoughts of Felix filling my mind.