Vampire: Lady Elara's Kiss
Lady Elara glided amongst the velvet shadows, looking at the guests chatting and dancing in the lavishly decorated ballroom.
As she smiled, her ruby lips and white skin provided a brilliant contrast to the jet-black, latticed veil framing her porcelain white skin.
Lady Elara knew she was beautiful. But so were almost all the young women invited to the elegant event,
It was her overt sensuality that set her apart.
That, and also the signature lacy, nearly transparent veil, was the secret of her sensual power.
Generous openings between the loosely knotted silk threads allowed the male gaze full access to her dazzling onyx-colored eyes.
What they didn’t know was that each strand of delicate lace was threaded with secrets and vows of an eternal night.
Call it magic, if you will. A certain type of magic.
Her fangs, formidable and gleaming, arched like marble monuments over the moist, succulent crimson sheen on her lips.
From the opposite end of the room, a man emerged, walking with an air of refined nonchalance.
Lord Silas.
The nobleman’s boyish visage belied his age. An eternal twenty-seven.
His tailored suit, the fabric kissed by midnight,
It served as a testament to a fortune garnered through centuries of careful investments and manipulation.
Their eyes meet.
Two magnificent celestial bodies spiraled toward one another’s freshly warmed flesh.
Caught in the intricate ballet of death and desire.
“I saw your glance upon those young men, enjoying Champagne near the balcony. By now, you must know it’s rude to play with your food.”
“Ah. You underestimate the thrill of the chase, Silas,” she said, fangs shimmering in the scant moonlight.
She bites her full lower lip, turning once again to gaze at the young men, their laughter and carefree demeanor intoxicating her.
Awakening her hunger.
“Besides, who are we to deny ourselves the pleasures of life?”
Silas chuckled under his breath, his voice deep and smooth like aged whiskey.
“I suppose you have a point there, my dear. But remember that we must also exercise caution. We cannot risk exposing ourselves to mortals.”
Elara sighs, a pout forming on her lips. “Caution? Where’s the fun in that?”
Silas stepped closer to her, his hand reaching out to caress her cheek.
She leaned into his touch, welcoming the familiar warmth and seductive scent of his skin.
“The fun,” he whispered, “is in the hunt itself.”
The thrill of the chase, the play of power dynamics. It’s what sets us apart from mere mortals.”
Elara’s eyes glint with excitement as she looks up at Silas. “Then let’s hunt,” she says with a sly smile.
Silas grins back at her, his eyes glinting with mischief.
They move towards the young men by the balcony, their steps graceful and predatory.
As they approached their prey, Elara could feel her hunger intensifying with each breath.
She could hear the pulsing of their veins, could smell the sweet scent of their blood.
Silas leaned in close to one man, whispering something in his ear that made him blush and laugh nervously.
Elara seized her chance and slipped behind another one of them, her fangs sinking deep into his neck.
As the fiery blood filled her mouth and flowed down her throat, she looks at Silas and smiled.
Silas watched with a mixture of amusement and hunger as Elara fed. His manhood throbbing.
Her eyes closed in ecstasy as she savored the rich, metallic taste of the handsome young man’s blood.
Silas could feel her power growing with each swallow, her aura radiating an almost blinding intensity. She felt a familiar rise deep in her core.
The young man squirmed beneath her grip, but she held him firmly, relishing in the warmth of his exotically scented body pressing close against her.
Silas moved towards the second young man, his movements smooth and calculated.
He places his hand on the man’s shoulder.
Then he leans forward, his lips almost brushing against the young man’s shell-shaped ear in a whisper.
“Do not be afraid,” he says his voice honeyed and persuasive.”We are friends of your host, and we simply wish to share a drink with you.”
The man hesitated for a moment, but Silas’ piercing gaze was too much to resist. He nodded like a dazed man, allowing Silas to lead him to one of the quieter corners of the ballroom.
Without warning, Silas sank his fangs into the man’s neck.
Drinking deeply from his vein.
The man moaned softly, almost in ecstasy, His body writhed with pleasure as Silas fed.
When Silas and Elara had finished feeding, they retreated into the shadows like phantoms, leaving their victims dizzy and confused.
But Elara knew they would soon forget all about her and Silas – their memories erased by the hypnotic power of their venomous bites.
As they wandered through the ballroom once more, two new figures caught Elara’s eye – a striking couple dressed in matching black velvet suits…
Sass Green
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