He had always fantasized about what it might be like to be pursued by a dangerous woman. He was thrilled when he finally met a woman who treated him like prey, but it felt a little too real. Why did such a beautiful woman make him feel so scared, as well as turned on? Should he be seduced or run away?
She let him make the first move, but her hunger quickly took over. They tussled a bit, rolling around. She liked the undercurrents of lust and fear. She was careless and bloodied him in the struggle. His shock and horror as he realized her true nature amused her, but she was done playing with her food. She kissed him.
Her kiss filled him with warmth and happy feelings. He knew distant panic, but it wasn’t important in his Goddess’s arms. She bent down to drink from his pure strong fountain.
She cradled him in her arms, feeling his life surge through her body, ecstatic with the taste of his blood. He was so good, she couldn’t resist taking more. And then more.
She felt fierce, possessive, powerful. She clutched him to her breast, savoring his waning warmth and wanting to soothe him as he slipped from this world into the next.
Men are so quickly spent, she thought, as she laid him to rest.
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