Diana awoke with a start in the deepest part of the night. She stirred as her eyes focused from their sleepy blur and slowly pulled her naked form out her bed. Kept trim and fit by daily workouts, Diana was a gorgeous young woman. In her early twenties, she had waist length, black hair, hanging from her head in loose curls. Her skin was brown from a Latin heritage, her face baring distinct features of Spanish blood. Her eyes seemed like pools of the night, glittering with their fire. They had a way of sinking deep into a man's soul whenever he dared to challenge her stare. Her breasts were large and firm, heavy and sexual, with large, pert nipples. Her stomach was flat and defined with her workouts, and lead to a slim waist, which flared out into wide, erotic hips. She kept her cunt shaved clean, loving the feel of bare flesh on bare flesh when she shared her bed with others. Her legs were long and shapely, her skin perfect and silky to the touch.
Diana's earliest memories were of this large, Victorian house on the edge of the city. She didn't remember how she came to live there, who her parent's were, or why she had been chosen. She was raised by many different men and women who came and went throughout her early childhood, teaching and tutoring her about the world without and the power of black magic. She was taught to control others, men in particular, through the force of her will. And when she was old enough, she was taught about sex by dozens of men who would appear in her bed at night. She learned all the ways of fucking, how to please and be pleased. And when she was old enough, a few years ago, the men and women stopped coming. All except for the one, who took her to meet her destiny.
She padded through the silent, empty house as she had done so many times before. She knew what had awakened her, the silent force that dragged her from her sleep. Sometimes she wouldn't hear the call for weeks. Other times, it was a nightly occurrence. She slid down the stairs, her naked body shivering at the chill of the night. She stood before the door, and willed it to unlock with her mind. The handle twisted and the door opened silently before her. She looked down the stairs, into the long, dark stairway that led deep under the house.
The first time she had been shown this stairway, she had been lead by a silent man, dressed in strange, black robes, who had wordlessly demanded she follow him. She was very much a child then, perhaps sixteen or seventeen, though she never did know her own true age. He had led her down the stairs she would come to know so well, and to her master. Diana glided down the stairs, lit by smoky, fluttering candles. She had never once seen who was responsible for keeping the candles lit, but they were always dutifully attended.
Diana drifted down to the deep basement, her feet flinching on the cold, stone floor. She looked longingly back up the stairs to her warm, waiting bed and sighed, turning into the dark, empty hallway that led to her destination. When she walked down that hall the very first time, she had no idea what awaited her, the position in life she would feel, or how happy she had become in filling it.
Most of her life was total freedom. There was always money in the house, placed there mysteriously, and she never wanted for anything. She was free to do as she wished, that was the arrangement, except for nights like this when her master called. She had never seen the being that she served, not even that first night when she was brought to the strange, cold room she now entered and was first instructed of her life's work. Her master fed off the energy of others, the life forces of mortal people. It had discovered long ago that the simplest and most satisfying way to prey on mortals was to capture their energy when it was released during sex.
Diana had been brought to the house as an infant and raised to provide that one, specific service for her master. She had brought countless and men and women here, using her talents to draw out the peak of their sexual energy to feed her master. Some died in the process, so entirely drained by the beautiful young woman. Many left so weak they could barely stand, and none left ever feeling quite the same. It never mattered to her if it was a man or a woman, who shared her bed, just how it never mattered to her master. They were both satisfied with either.
Diana stepped into the room and peered around. The black stone floor and walls was a polished marble. Various tables stood about the room, holding flickering candles. She stepped forward into the strange pattern etched into the floor and knelt there, preparing herself for the coming of her master.
She felt his presence flood into the room and braced herself as his ugly power slammed into her, almost knocking her to the ground. She gasped and fell on her hands for support, her chest on fire as his being filled her mind. He never spoke to her, not with words, but somehow she always knew exactly what his wishes were. Within moments it was gone. Diana slumped forward, choking into her arm as she fought for breath. When she had regained control of herself, she slowly found her feet and stared back into the hall with a smile. Tomorrow night would be fun. Her master was very hungry indeed.
Diana smoothed her short dress as she stood in front of the busy nightclub. The rush of music and buzzing voices filtered into the air on the street, filling her with delighted anticipation. Her clothes were simple, to the point. She wore thigh high, black, spiked boots, and a one piece, very short black dress that clung to every form and curve that it covered. She wore no bra, and the excitement of the moment caused her nipples to poke at the thin fabric, clear to the many who looked. Most of the top of her breasts could be seen jiggling above the low neckline as she strutted to the front door.
She slipped past the bouncer without even looking into his face and set to work. Some nights, she came to places like these on her own. She loved the feel of the clubs, the heat and rush of mingling bodies, the desire to let herself be trapped in the music. But tonight, she was on a mission. And tonight her master would need something very special to feed his appetite.
She scanned the club with an expert eye, searching for something that would fulfill her demand. Her eyes locked on two men, both tall and fit, standing alone by the bar. Their eyes were everywhere that a woman could be seen, feasting, seeking. They were alone and looking for action this night. Diana smiled and licked her lips, her pussy on fire, as she slipped through the crowd towards them.
She made her way to the bar and pressed herself in between them both. She looked long and hard into the eyes of one, then another, weaving her magic about them, capturing their minds. Their intentions were already set, and it took no effort at all to conform them to her.
"Which one of you boys wants to buy me a drink?" she purred, batting her eyelids at them. They looked at each for a brief moment before both waved frantically at the bartender. She smiled to herself, feeling the wetness between her legs. One of them managed to order her a rye and coke, grinning triumphantly at his friend.
"Here you go," he said as he handed it to her. She smiled at him, and slowly put the straw to her lips, sucking slowly. "My name's Rob," he said and outstretched his hand to her. Diana raised her own to shake it and suddenly thrust her body forward, his hand missing hers as it mashed into her breast. She blushed slyly and forced her chest into his hand for several moments before backing up.
