Lady Evil

His soft, velvety voice, and his sensuous words echoed in the darkness, sending ripples of desire through her. It was as if he knew she didn’t want a gentleman, but a rogue, a rogue like him. Finally, she found her voice and although it was filled with breathy excitement, she tried to maintain her cool, aloof manner, “That hardly surprises me.”

“Surely the lady will agree that the night is too lovely to waste. Perhaps you will consent to share a glass of wine with me?” He extended the glass to her. “You may have the first sip.”

“Sir, I have asked to be excused, and yet you persist.” Was she convincing as she refused him? She wanted to stay. Did he know?

“It’s only a glass of wine. Surely you have time for a single sip.”

“Really, sir, how you do go on. If you are trying to get me drunk—?”

“On one sip of wine?”

She stared into his eyes for a moment before she looked down at the delicate glass that sparkled with the red liquid. “Is there something in it? Have you laced it with some kind of exotic aphrodisiac?”

“It may be tainted with lust,” he teased, an amused tilt to his lips.

The familiar words struck a vibrant chord in her. Taking the glass, she held it up and looked closely at it. “Why, this isn’t wine, it’s—”

“Yes, it is, madam. It’s the wine of my body. It is my blood. You wanted to know what blood tastes like, and I am offering you a sip of my own.”

“Do you think me a fool?” she hissed, flinging the glass against the stone bench and shattering it. “A fiend like you doesn’t even have a heart, much less blood!”

His smile suddenly disappeared. “A fiend like me?” His eyes filled with anger as he said, “You have a cruel tongue, madam.”

“Just admit it,” she said. “Admit that you are the dreaded Prince of Blood.”

“Was there ever any doubt?” he rasped as he slowly advanced on her. “Like a stupid lap dog I have listened to your venomous tongue and did nothing but smile like an idiot, but no more. Mark my words, madam. This is the night, the very moment in fact, that you pay for your sins.”

“I knew it,” she whispered, while both fear and desire battled for her soul. Her heart began to thrash loudly when she saw him coming toward her. She wanted to run toward him, to fling herself in his arms, but fear of who and what he was made her slowly back away. She didn’t know what made her tremble most. Was it the danger he represented, the ultimate evil that covered him like a cloak, or was it the sound of his velvety voice that sent spirals of desire surging through her.

“Of course you did. But still you consented to come with me to this arbor where you would be alone with me. Hasn’t it occurred to you even once that you might be in danger?”

“Leave me alone! I’ll scream, I’ll—‘”

“It’s getting late, my lady, and my thirst is growing. If it is not quenched, I will begin to turn into this fiend you describe so well. Now, look into my eyes.”

“No!” she cried out, and turned to run, but Nicollo grabbed her wrist.

“What an empty-headed little fool you are. Did you think I would accept a simple refusal from you? You are not an innocent maiden fighting off an overzealous lover, madam. When you dare to dabble in the wicked darkness of the underworld, there is a price to pay!”

“No!” she cried and looked away.

“No? Is that all you can say?” He grabbed her chin and forced her face back to him. “Where are the insulting words that tumble so easily from your lips now? Where is the haughty attitude, my lady?”

She struggled, but couldn’t get away. “I-I’m sorry, I—”

“Tell me, what did you expect? To touch hell and not be burned, to wrap yourself in the sensual darkness of my world and come out unscathed? Did you think I would be happy with nothing more than a cold kiss, a frigid touch or even a quick fuck? The answer is no! I want your life. your blood, your soul!”

“But it was only a game. I thought—”

“Games are for children! I am a man with a man’s appetites, or haven’t you noticed?” All at once, he grabbed her other wrist and held both in back of her while his lips captured hers in a blistering kiss.

“Mmnnnffff!” She struggled, but she couldn’t move. She finally opened her eyes and saw him staring back at her, his eyes blazing with hypnotic fury. The intensity of his gaze caused her to shudder inwardly. A vaguely sensuous light passed between them, and before she knew what was happening, she was being carried away on a cloud of erotic opulence. She tried, but she couldn’t keep from responding to his unholy seduction. She sensed in him a corruption so deep and so wide, it was like a never-ending river of sheer delight. She surrendered to it, letting it surround her, taking her down, down into its lusty depths.

She leaned her head backward and gave in to him, inviting his plunder to her very depths. She gasped as his fangs scraped hungrily along her neck, causing an illicit fear as his mouth sucked and her blood swelled and dripped invitingly down to her soft, white breasts. All at once, she was sinking into a whirlpool of darkness where she was sinfully overwhelmed by a wicked desire that turned her from a proper young lady to a wanton.

ADULT EXCERPT

The cold, misty, wanton breath of night licked her neck.

Her body shivered with a chill that woke her, making her aware of the hard, dirty, littered ground beneath her. She slowly lifted her head and looked around. Her cloudy eyes saw only darkness dappled by the cold, icy brightness of the moon. Fear chewed along her spine when she didn’t recognize where she was. She felt a painful stinging and looked down to see sharp rocks, dirt, and glass shards pressing into her flesh. While she brushed them away, she sat up and looked around curiously. She discovered she was naked, and quickly grabbed at some old newspapers to hide herself.

Once fully awake, she gasped at what she saw.

Her head turned rapidly as she looked at the different colored lights that blinked incessantly, the tall buildings that soared up into the dark sky and the garbage cans that littered the alleyway. None of it was familiar, and somehow she knew she was far away from home. But where was home, and how did she get here? She tried to remember, to bring up events of her past, but she found nothing there, only an empty void.

But one thing remained the same.

The red thirst!

No one had to remind her of her need! It rose up within her like a wild creature on the prowl, causing her to look around for food. She felt like a beast in a strange jungle. Not a jungle of trees and foliage, but a jungle of glass and steel, of flashing lights so bright they almost hurt her eyes. But stone didn’t bleed, and she had to have living flesh!

She crept around the dark alleyway looking for something, anything! And then she saw him. A ragged old bum lying on a bed of leaves, his tattered old hat covering his face. She crept up to him, careful not to make a sound. The odor of fresh blood assaulted her, causing her teeth to sharpen and her fangs to grow. A small hiss rested in her throat as she stayed near to the ground while inching closer and closer.

Finally, her lips stretched back and a horrible growl swelled into the night. Like a hungry animal, she pounced on him and went for his throat. The first taste of his blood sent her into a euphoric state. It swept upward toward her mouth like the tide that rode the shore.

The rushing blood came with such force, it splashed on her, running down her chin, her neck, her breasts. She reveled in it, its sweet essence filling her with an evil pleasure. There was only one thing missing. The bloodletting wasn’t complete without the satisfaction of her fierce carnal appetite. When had she become so sexually hungry? Had she always been like that, or was she held in the thrall of something she couldn’t control?

As if in answer to her question, a wanton wind began to gather. It was a hot, sultry wind from the deepest brothels of hell, and it was alive! Something indecent rose within her. An excitement, a wanting, a fire that burned in her groin!

My name is Synn, and I blow from the South. I am here to serve you.

When this wanton wind blew, it sounded like a rush of ecstatic moans and lusty shouts echoing throughout the city. It circled her wildly, caressing her body like a million groping hands. Before she knew what was happening, she was wrapped in a lusty cocoon of pleasure. Its pulsing movements fondled her, causing her body to cry out with silent shouts of joy. As the feeling intensified, her arms rose in surrender and she stretched languidly upward.

The moon’s icy brightness shone down on her body, the wind’s moisture reflecting in the moon’s glow like millions of tiny stars. Suddenly before her eyes a form made of thick, heavy mist took shape. In a frenzy of movement, a dark cloud circled her like an amorous lover and she could feel a wicked pressure on her pussy and her breasts. She opened her thighs, inviting this rushing black wind creature to stroke and fondle her body from cheek to toe. It began loving her in such a way as to steal her breath while causing tiny thrills of pleasure to course through her body. But who, or what was he? Whose hands fondled her, whose tongue licked her, whose lips kissed her, whose mouth drew on her nipples, whose hunger ravaged her with such carnal intensity?

All at once, there was an invasion into her cunt causing a sinful desire to burst within her. She could do nothing but allow this wind creature to begin an evil rhythm of plunge after plunge, causing a hot, urgent desire to rise within, to flood her while carrying her upward into a stratosphere of pure ecstasy.

To reach her fulfillment, she was compelled to buck and moan, urging it to take her higher and higher to that far off summit of pleasure. She reveled in it, her sensuous body writhing while this rushing cocoon of carnal wind engulfed her and continued to silently ravage her body. Although this mystical cock was made of wind, she could feel its powerful length and girth as it pushed, plunged, and throbbed, causing a wicked sexual excitement in her that was sheer delight. She writhed, responding in such a way that her movements became wild and loose as she finally reached the summit of her desire.

It took only one last lusty invasion before she shattered like a million stars bursting overhead. She lay there limp while her cunt continued to pulse and squeeze, the hot, lingering flares pulling from her a last moan. Warm from satisfaction, she could do nothing but watch as the wind creature dissipated into the night.