| Lesbian: Exotic Erotic: Rapture Part 1 (1/3) |
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Rapture Chapter 1: And in a second, she was upon me. Her teeth teasing my neck, her hot breath drawing my blood to the surface. And I waited. Waited to feel the first slice of pain as the tender skin was pierced by the razors that were her teeth. I felt not unlike a virgin being bedded by her first lover. The desire, the need for the act, the violation. Awaiting the rapture that was promised me if I would but submit to her need and bear the pain that it would inflict. Her bloodlust. A promise that was whispered then screamed. The fear heightened my senses, my excitement. I felt the tension upon my skin increase. I sighed. My eyes closed. And still I waited. Her mouth closed slightly--her lips caressed my inflamed skin. A single moan escaped my lips. The maidenhead of my mortality was being taken--slowly, painfully, maddeningly, blissfully. And then her teeth broke thru my skin's resistance and I was hers. All the orgasmic ecstasy I had ever experienced throughout my life was concentrated in that single moment. In that single act. I was lost in her need, with no desire to find my way back. And her darkness overtook me as I ceased to exist. Rapture Chapter 2: The Awakening Some time later, in the midst of the darkness, I awoke. There was a keen awareness of the void in which I now existed. I was no longer part of the light, just as the light was no longer part of me. She lay behind me like a sated lover. I could feel her breasts pressed against my back, but unlike the lovers from my past, I did not feel her warm breath on my neck or the rise and fall of her chest as she was breathing. We do not breathe. Our hearts do not beat. Except for pain, lust, hunger and anger we do not feel. However, I’m not sure that we aren’t experiencing these things as memories rather than emotions, physical sensations and desires. Many times, I don’t even realize that she is touching me until I actually see her fingers stroking the back of my hand. Am I truly feeling it or am I experiencing the memory of how it should feel? How I wish that it still felt? With each day that passes, I become a little less of the woman that I was before her violent seduction stole my soul. My vision grows increasingly sharper in the darkness. I am now able to recognize the lightdwellers purely by their scent. The hot blood coursing through their veins calls to me. It sings. She hasn’t let me feed on one of them yet. She tells me that I am not strong enough to handle the lust that will surely overtake me. I will not feed properly. I will rip my first one apart once my teeth pierce the skin and the blood begins to flow. I won’t be able to control my hunger. I can feel that when one of them is near me. At first there is hunger which turns quickly to lust. Then rage. I know that her feeding me is also another way to control me but when she comes to me with the taste of their blood on her lips, I crave her more than I hunger for the blood that sustains me. She will let me watch her stalk her prey. Sometimes she will seduce, and then lure them to our lair |
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