Can you hear that...Shhh...listen...The soft lub-dub echoing through the moonless night. I have memorized that sound, burned it into my mind. Take a deep breath...can you smell the scent...better yet...can you smell Her scent...The mixture of Egyptian sandalwood and womanly musk. Her scent I can detect in the faintest of winds, miles away, I can smell her...I have waited for almost four hundred years...Waited and wandered, in search of a kindred spirit. And then like magic, I have found her...
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For almost three weeks I have tracked her. Where she works, where she shops, the clubs where she unwinds on the weekends. It is at the nightclub where all her defenses will be down. The nightclub will be her place of ruin, the path to her total damnation...
I still wonder what the attraction is for loud, deafening music. May haps it's the vibrations that travel from the speakers through the writhing bodies, sweating as they go through the motions of mock sex. I knew she would come into the club around nine o'clock, but I figured I would give her one last night of pleasure before I take her. Glancing at my Movado watch as I weave through the line of eager clubbers. Making eye contact with the bouncer, bending his will to mine, I step beyond the velvet rope and into the club. Even through the muted lights and smoke haze, I see her instantly, fending off an intoxicated suitor. Her off black hair tumbling around her face in its soft, natural curl pattern, touching the tips of her shoulders. Her full lips the colour of deep red, her almond shaped eyes the colour of melted chocolate. She doesn't dress in an overly sexual manner, but to my experienced eye, I can see every of her voluptuous curves. From the swell of her full breasts, the flair of her child-bearing hips, to her somewhat muscular legs. I must have her now, I cannot wait until I possess her fully.
"C'mon honey, just one dance?" his drunken voice whined.
"Do you understand English? I said leave me alone." she hissed.
"I unnerstand that you are one hot bitch who prolly needs a good fucking! An' I'm just the man to give it to you girly!" he snarled, grabbing her arm.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing? Get off of me!" she yelled. She might has well been yelling in a bottomless pit with the way the music swallowed her voice. No one would hear her pleas, no one would come to her rescue. No one, save me.
"I don't think the lady wants your company." I said, clamping my strong hand on his shoulder. I used only a fraction of my power, I only wanted to scare him.
"I don't remember asking you a damn thing!" the drunk yelled, struggling to free himself. I applied some more pressure, I could feel the bones in his shoulder beginning to splinter beneath his flesh.
"I repeat, the lady does not want your company."
"Oh fuck this, I can go buy some ass!" he muttered as he retreated.
"Um, thanks a lot, um...um... I didn't catch your name." Her voice was sweeter than I imagined. It caressed every inch of my body. I have never felt more alive in my entire existence.
"My name is Yuri." I said, taking her hand, kissing the soft skin, briefly snaking my tongue out, tasting her flesh.
"My name is Morrigan." she whispered. Her heart thudded in her ears at the gentleness of his kiss. Morrigan gazed into his midnight eyes, losing herself in the dark pools. Tearing her eyes away, she shifted her gaze to get a good look of him. His equally dark hair was pulled back, curling at the nape of his neck. His pale skin looked as if it were made from pure ivory, smooth as porcelain. The rosy tinge of his lips looked so inviting to her, tempting her to kiss them.
I watch her as she watched me, reading her thoughts. I listened to her precious heartbeat elevate a few beats. Taking a deep breath, I could smell the faint scent of her growing arousal. It fueled my own hunger.
"Morrigan would you like to dance with me?" I asked softly. She smiled as she slid off her barstool, leading me to the dance floor. The slow tempo of the music made it a perfect moment for me to feel her body close to mine. My hands slid around her waist, my fingers lightly grazing her soft ass. I felt her body shiver in my arms as I pulled her closer to me. Her full breasts were pressed against my chest, I could feel her nipples grinding against my chest. I didn't know how much more I could take. The demon within me was trying its best to rear it's ugly head. Morrigan breathed softly against his neck, her head tucked beneath his chin. Impulsively, she kissed his throat.
"Mmm Morrigan, that was very nice." I whispered, lowering my hand, lightly cupping her ass. I needed her to come to me willingly. I didn't want to force her as it is my nature to do. I knew she would be so much more sweeter if chose to walk down the path to her own damnation. As the final notes of music played, she kissed his throat again. Tilting her chin up to look at me, my lips swept down, capturing her soft lips in a kiss. Morrigan clung to him, his kiss making her weak.
