Centuries ago...
Kilili danced naked to the chorus of screams, revelling in the morbid fascination it stimulated.
The gardens, so beautiful under the starry sky, were lit by the pyres of burning Christians. Even with the burning musk the cloying scent of burning flesh could not be fully masked. It only aroused her further. She had danced for centuries, had learned to channel her lust to allow her to accomplish nearly any goal, especially when it came to the ways of seduction. She writhed her body to the beat of the drums perfectly, making sure her hips shook and breasts bounced invitingly. She allowed her hunger for semen to drive her to even more lascivious moves that even the most shameless of dancers would rarely attempt.
Her personal retinue of prostitutes, women whose minds she had corrupted, danced with her, but only acted to emphasise her perfection. All of them were pale imitations of their mistress, shadows in the blaze that is her.
Kilili felt her loins grow damp, knew the audience must see it also, as her hunger grew. She continued, smiling, willing them to see.
For what a time it is for her kind to live! Where she could walk the streets naked as a prostitute and feed to her heart's content. Where she could gain shelter as a favoured slave and whisper directions in the ear of her enthralled masters. Where parties like this could be enjoyed and no one would dare lift a finger against it.
The drums end, Kilili collapses in time to the ceasing of the song, as the final Christian screams his last. She is rewarded with raucous applause.
"Marvellous, utterly marvellous! Rise my lovely!" Kilili rises and accepts a kiss from the royal dressed in regal purple robes. She looks into the dark eyes of Imperator Nero Cladius Divi Claudius filius Caesar Augustus Germanicus, ruler of Rome. She wonders if she'll be tasting his royal seed again this night, "I am inspired, utterly inspired. Yes, I feel a new poem coming forth, of the beautiful goddess who burned the vile heathens out of my wondrous city." The senate all gathered as 'guests' around him agreed, every last one of them sycophantic and fearing for their lives.
Hanging off his arm was another woman, dressed in robes so thin as to be translucent. Statilia Messalina, the Imperator's current mistress, as usual bearing striking resemblance to his mother and further fuelling the rumours. She eyed Kilili jealously, "She is a heathen herself my love, I know not why you keep this whore around. Surely you are bored of her by now?"
"Not at all, she never ceases to entertain me." Nero rolled his eyes and kissed Statilia, "Besides, I find the ideas of this sex priestess fascinating, far more intriguing than those other dullards at the temple of Venus. If only more such harltos would follow Venus Vilgivaga so."
Statilia, far from giving in, addressed Kilili venomously, "I still find it strange. I hear you claim your goddess promises nothing but an eternity of sexual torture, yet still you choose to give yourself to her. Why?"
With Statilia's reminder, Kilili felt her mother's call and felt both fear and excitement rise in her. Mostly fear. "We each of us have our reasons, my lady."
"Ach, Statilia, you just don't get it!" Nero sighed, "She reaches new heights of creativity and ecstasy because she is so doomed, because that fear drives her further. That is how her art is so perfect! Oh forgive her my lovely Kilili, I suppose only artists such as myself can understand what lengths we must go to. Now come!" Nero addressed his fellow senators and their petrified wives, "To my celestial tower, there we shall feast and you can enjoy my recitals."
Kilili listened to their feigned excitement as the Imperator led his guests to the distant tower, a miraculous and costly building that rotated in time with the planets. She did not envy not being able to attend, she found his poems appalling.
For a time she watched the burning corpses and recalled the great fire that had burned Rome to the ground. Rather than move the capital Nero had rebuilt it to his vision. A magnificent marble city that hid the impoverishment of his people through his actions.
She cackled and held her arms to the cold heavens, "Shall I burn the world too and rebuild it to your vision mother? Would that amuse you?" Her loins twitched, her smiled faded as she lowered her arms. She recalled Silili, beautiful, monstrous Silili. "Setting it all aflame. Would that quell the emptiness in me?"
******
Warm blood rained down on Kilili. She did not notice, so lost was she in the moment.
Yes! That's it! Fuck me! Tear me apart! Ruin me! Break me! Give me more!
Kilili fell into a state of ecstacy as her chosen suitor that night released the seed her immortal body ever craved. A state of ecstasy only her kind had the privilege of experiencing. As fast as her womb could be flooded it was absorbed, her mother always thirsts for more and tonight was no exception. No depravity is too great to gain that wondrous fluid so vital and hungered for by her kind.
Yes! Take me Satariel!
Only when his body fell lifelessly onto her did she realise what she had done. As the sheer pleasure of feeding ebbed to a dull throb for more Kilili removed her fingers, which had penetrated deep into the man's skull. She must have done it at the moment of orgasm. Groaning, she pushed the fresh corpse aside, sat up and looked down at her bloodstained sheets and body. Dealing with all this would be a nightmare, thankfully it was a complete stranger she had lured to her bed so if she was careful there would be little to trace the murder here. Even if they did, her friends in high places would see that nothing came of it.
No, it was the increasing frequency of these accidental murders that concerned her. She had inadvertently cried out to be taken to that realm. If that was not a sign that her time was coming she was not sure what is.
She got up and went to her enormous wardrobe, thinking which dress to choose. Levant was out somewhere, time to find him and see if he can stabilise her further.
A mischievous thought came to her. Perhaps it is time to show him the temple she had set up long ago. Oh yes, it would a delight to see his reaction, whether it be one of joy or one of horror.
*******
That horrible possibility crossed Levant's mind again as he rang the doorbell. No, the fact that the very thought still disgusted him meant it should be okay, he has to believe that.
Living with Kilili proved every bit as wondrous and infuriating as he imagined. At first she ahd been suffocating, not letting him out of her sight for a moment, understandable after the encounter with Nimeth, apparently an acquaintance of Kilili's from a bygone age. But after some time and convincing she allowed him his freedom. He took full use of this, rarely needing sleep he would leave for days at a time, wandering here and there, lost in his thoughts on his new existence. But that did not mean he did not enjoy being with her, they would spend hours exploring one another in her bed, pausing only when the bell rang to signify a customer in the bookstore below.
He still smiled as he remembered her that first night by the oak tree, naked under the waning moon. The night had been both wondrous and frustrating, Kilili was beautiful and enchanting in her demeanour. She had utterly enchanted him that night despite having so many questions, or perhaps because of it. Perhaps the mystery added to her appeal.
Still he was growing concerned about the changes he was undergoing. He had put off sleeping with women, an effort that had been monumental. He disliked what they turned into when he did so. He was certain this abstinence was what caused him to feel so lethargic of late. Still, whenever he saw a woman the temptation to feed became ever more overpowering. He would not be able to hold off forever.
