The story that follows is a pure work of fiction; please keep this in mind when reading. As always, I welcome any constructive criticism, good or bad. Thanks for reading and look for the continuation of Marishka's tale! CK1973
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The night was dark with just a hint of moonlight in the sky, there are no clouds making the stars seem even brighter. Having just woken up from a day of rest in her darkened chamber, Marishka, with her long flowing black gown accentuating her curves and bosom, raven black hair cascading down to her lower back, with red eyes glowing and fangs shining in the bit of light, steps gracefully out into the night. She stands at nearly six feet, with a curvy lean body any woman would almost kill for. She spans out her black wings and fans them in the air, lifting gracefully from the ground. She is on the prowl for a healthy, young male one in their mid-twenties would suffice for this evening.
Flying low, just above the treetops, she makes no sound. She is a predator, a killer, she is Vampire. She watches and looks upon the people in the streets, choosing just the right male that will satisfy both her sexual and blood thirsty needs. She watches from above as a group of young males, four of them, leave a local bar, oblivious to anything else that is going on, they wander towards the park that is across the street. Two of them stagger over to the jungle gym, trying and failing at hanging upside down, while the other two separate, one goes over to the swings taking a seat and starts swinging. The fourth male, staggers over to a tree, leaning against it and slides down until he is sitting on the ground. Hovering above the tree top, Marishka licks her fangs as she smells his intoxicating scent, her red eyes brightly glow as she breathes in.
"What a delicious smelling male" she growls to herself quietly, just barely even a whisper as she looks down at the tall male, his brown hair, long and pulled back, his muscles rippling against his chest as he breathes, his jeans clinging to his thighs showing off the telltale signs of a satisfying cock.
Making no sound, she drops gracefully to the ground, first landing on her toes then to her feet. Her wings quietly fold to her back as she steps around the tree peering down at the man. He doesn't notice her at first as she grazes her eyes along his sitting form; her tongue lightly brushes her lips as his scent lingers towards her. Letting her gown fall from her body, she stands naked and wanting just slightly in front of him clearing her throat lightly causing the man to jump.
"Huh, what? Who are you?" He asks as his heart beats wildly against his chest. Marishka can smell and hear his fear, causing her fangs to extend and her tongue to lick the tips. She quickly hides her fangs, not wanting to cause him too much fear at once, at least not until she uses him for her sexual lust.
He can't help his eyes as they slide up her almost translucent white skin of her legs, her thighs, to the silky mound with its small thatch of black hair that is in complete contrast to her flesh. His eyes travel further up; his breath hitches in his throat as he gazes upon her voluptuous breasts with nipples hard and erect; the areola a dark brown and about the size of half dollars. Her face was beautiful; high cheekbones, full lips painted a deep red, and hair the color of a dark night with no moon that flows around her shoulders down her back as far as he can see. To him she looked like an angel, but little does he know that looks can be deceiving for there was nothing that was further from the truth.
Sitting up away from the tree and tentatively sliding his fingers around the cold flesh of her ankles, his fingertips feeling as though they were being burned from the touch.
He stares up into her glowing red eyes, his heart skips a beat. "WH...who are you?" He asks with a slight tremor to his voice.
