Love and Hunger

She saw him before he did, although his negligence wouldn’t last for long. She wore a form-fitting low v-cut ruby dress that complimented her assets, with a slit on the side that rode up to her hip, showing off the lack of a panty strand. She also wore her favorite pair of black scarpin heels, the heel itself embellished in a red floral. Her hair flowed down her back in cascades of black, topped with a red rose right above the ear, holding a couple of strands back.

Everything about this woman screamed beauty and money, right down to the vibrant red of her lips and the smoky golden glitter across her eyelids.

He saw her the moment she took the seat next to him, her dress riding up as she crossed her legs prettily. His eyes followed the slow reveal of her milky thigh before roaming over her form and across the scantily clad white mounds hanging between that v-cut.

Finally, his eyes met her gorgeous green ones.

She sent him a little wink, curving her back as she leaned forward and voiced in a sultry breath, “Want to keep a girl company?” All she needed was one word....and he provided it.

“Sure.”

She leaned more so, his eyes closing as she captured his lips in her own. He never noticed the way her slender fingers transformed into a dark smoky claw curling around his neck. Nor did he notice when she pulled away from him, the soft exhale as the world dizzily changed from the dim-lit bar to a cushioned den. All he could focus on was the sensation of her touch on him, almost like her skin had a hypnotizing effect, or maybe it was the saliva that acted like a drug.

In one smooth movement, she had pushed him onto the cushions on his back. Before he could move, she extended her leg, her heel digging into his crotch. “Take them off,” She ordered, and he obliged, slipping the heel from her foot. She did the same with the other, and he tossed that one to the side as well. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her even if he tried as he watched her shimmy out of her dress. Just like he thought, she wasn’t wearing any panties. Her bare skin called for him, begging to be caressed and marked under his fingertips.

His eyes dazed into spirals. He didn’t notice her dark feathers unfurl from her shoulders, or the curled horns shimmer into existence. There was no cringing from her darken claws as they curled once again around his throat. No screaming as she kissed him, swallowing his anima down her throat. Or when her claws raked down, cutting into the skin and tearing apart his fabrics until he was as nude as her. His member throbbing in attention as she rode and swallowed his seed and life inside her.

She noticed first, however, when his skin turned to bones.