Bloodlust

In the heart of the bustling city of Vespera, renowned for its vibrant culture and intriguing mysteries, lived a woman named Elara. She was a picture of strength and independence, her fiery spirit evident in every aspect of her life. Her reputation as a formidable investigative journalist was feared by the corrupt and admired by the honest. However, even the bravest of souls has a chink in their armor, and for Elara, it came in the form of a mysterious and alluring stranger. The night unfolded like any other, with Elara tirelessly pursuing a lead on a dangerous crime syndicate lurking in Vespera's shadows. As she ventured deeper into the tangled web of secrets, she stumbled upon a hidden gem of a tavern; the perfect place to gather vital information. The atmosphere within was thick with an aura of enchantment, the flickering candlelight playing upon the faces of the diverse patrons that populated the establishment. The mysterious figure, who would forever change the course of Elara's life, entered the tavern like a predator to its hunting ground. Tall, dark, and strangely captivating, he exuded an otherworldly allure that no mortal man could hope to rival. Heads turned and whispers echoed throughout the room as he approached the bar where Elara was deep in conversation with her informant. She felt his presence before she even laid eyes on him; the air grew charged with a primal energy that seemed to hum with life. Their eyes met, and the world around them faded into insignificance. Time itself seemed to slow, the seconds stretching into what felt like an eternity. His name was Azrael, a being as ancient as the stars themselves, a creature of the night known as a vampire. Though typically keeping to himself, he found himself inexplicably drawn to the fiery spirit of the human woman before him. He admired her tenacity, her unwavering dedication to her cause, and the strength of her character. But most of all, he coveted the one thing that no other immortal creature possessed: the intoxicating, ephemeral essence of humanity.

Forbidden Ritual

In the sallow underbelly of the city, shrouded by the weight of antiquity and despair, a hidden chamber lay dormant, eagerly awaiting the arrival of its nocturnal guests. The chamber was a labyrinth of shadows and whispers, its walls adorned with the fading frescoes of forgotten deities, licentious incantations inscribed in a language long dead. … Continue reading Forbidden Ritual

Exposed and Waiting

The submissive, a beautifully sculpted woman with long, flowing raven hair, lay bent over the spanking bench. Her wrists and ankles were securely bound with soft, velvety ropes, leaving her lower body exposed and vulnerable. The bench, a piece of elegant furniture, was adorned with plush, red cushions, providing both comfort and support for the … Continue reading Exposed and Waiting

Hostage

Hostage You sit there, staring at me With empty eyes The love has run out of them “You can't keep me here forever, We can't stay here forever, You eventually have to let me go, You can't hold them off forever.” You're right I know this, But if I hold out a little longer… “You'll always want a little longer, Just let me go and it'll be ok…eventually.” I give in, I untie you, I release you, And as you leave, they start to rush in And I'm left there alone in silent chaos That's when I realize why I held you there And as I watch you happily embracing Your significant other I also realize why I could no longer keep you Hostage © Seductive Poetry