Post by Pure Miriam on Dec 3, 2017 1:00:16 GMT -6
Warning: Has minimal violence and erotic content
In a crimson night, the blood moon shines it's red color through the windows. Along the corridor, a female servant dressed with nothing but a thong, comes by, walking with chained ankles and wirsts, although her body is not tarnished. Her hands holds a bronze plate with a cup filled with a red liquid. As soon as she enters inside her mistress's chambers, she is allured by a perfect view of a perfect body. Bloodless is standing, looking at the window, observing the blood moon that shines it's crimson rays through her naked curves. The blood scent coming from the cup takes her senses and makes her head turn around and look at her humble servant. Without a word, she walks elegantly across her room, while her servant looks amazed at her beauty. Taking the cup from the servant's plate, she feels it's scent and a dark look runs down her face. She talks for the second time at that night:
"-Didn't i told you to bring me fresh blood?"
The servant, with a frightened expression at her delicate blue eyes and blonde hair, answers with a weak voice.
"-Yes...Mistress...But...this is fresh blood. Straight from us, your servants"
At the petulance of her answer, Bloodless holds the vitae liquor and drink it in one go. She frowns, throws the glass at the ground and holds her servant's face with her hands, getting closer until their noses are touching each other. Squeezing her servant's cheeks with one hand, another wrapped around her servant's waist, bringing their bodies dangerously together to the point of touching, she steals a kiss from her, mesmerizing the golden haired girl. The kiss forces the same blood from Bloodless mouth to the servant's, making her drink the liquid of life itself, at which the servant's cough and walk away, shocked.
"-Now, tell me dear...Did that tasted fresh enough for you?"
And the servant answer, with a disgusted look on her face.
Bloodless smile, and seconds before she would do anything against her servant, a tall, dark figure emerges from the darkness of the main corridor of her chambers. With a imposing voice, coming from such a imposing figure, it says nothing but three words.
"-She is here."
As the figure vanishes, Bloodless simply dismiss her servant to places unknown and walks back. With her own nails, she slashes her own throat, opening a severe wound that gushes blood everywhere and the same blood flows down her figure, slowly starting to cover her intimacy. Bleeding her dark fluid, she walks back to her bathtub, filled with blood of countless beautiful servants, some of which are not alive anymore. That can be told by the several skulls that adorns the place. As she lays down, mixing the blood of her servants with her own, she smiles and contemplates, still gazing the blood moon.
"-I'm thrilled to know, how the taste of your cursed and tainted blood will be?"
That's all folks!