The beautifully undead

[Punk0x0Princess]

Andrea Johnson has lived for centuries on this earth. She had the blood of an ancient royal family running threw her veins. She is the last of her line. She was a vampire. She has changed with the ages. She is a strong, dangerous, beautiful woman. She can control the mind and bend it to her will.

She has an endless suply of blood that just walks up and begs her to take them. She was so beautiful that women were begging her to be with them as well as any man she met. She had long blond hair, electric blue eyes, legs that went on for days and a figure that wouldnt quit.

She was walking down a long street in tight form fitting jeans, a tank top, a leather jacket, and black combat boots. She caught the eye of one man that didnt know what he was getting himself into.

 

[Algonquin100]

Clueless..

Adjusting the carbs on his motorcycle, one knee to the brick road, as he hears the steady clicking of heels. His attention brought to the street as the stretching legs that could entice any many half a block away and approaching. His 6'2" frame Ben down over his bike as his eyes gaze upwards. Slightly soiled denim and a simple t shirt stretched I've muscled arms...chin length hair pushed behind his ears...

 

[Punk0x0Princess]

She could feel eyes on her. She could tell it was the man on the cycle. She kept her cool composer and continued walking she had just fed so she wasnt lusting at the blood she could hear and smell running threw the mans veins. She knew that he would confront her. All men did.

 

[Algonquin100]

Simple gaze...

His eyes lifted to hers, heart almost sinking as if the air was taken from his lungs...he inhaled deeply to catch his senses, but a calling came to his mind...she moved slowly, purposefully...the wrench dropped from his hand with a clank

 

[Punk0x0Princess]

She caught the mans eye. Her peircing blue eyes burning into him. Her eyes telling him to come to her

 

[Algonquin100]

He tried to keep his position, a usually direct and demanding man- suddenly his drive was in a fog, his will meaningless...slowly letting each boot clamp to the earth he stood, shoulders perched rearward...muscled chest pushed out. His nostrils flared as he inhaled, her icy stare pulling him inward as his masculine form approached. Her beauty was stunning, her demeanor nimble..almost walking on air. His usually tightened fists were relaxed by his side.

 

[Punk0x0Princess]

She licked her full blood red lips as he walked closer to her. She stopped walking and let him continue closer.

 

[Algonquin100]

He moved with a slow cadence, finally passing before her...his eyes lowering from hers like a servant. His brash attitude lost, his confidence extinguished. His slender lips motionless as he stood before her- for what appeared to be an inspection.

 

[Punk0x0Princess]

She circled him looking him up and down. Tracing a finger along his chest and back as she did so. " what is your name?" she asks in an english accent. Her hand still on his chest.

 

[Algonquin100]

The feel of that finger slowly dragging across his chest, his skin barely covered by the thin t shirt. Goosebumps forming on his chiseled arms, his manhood surging to his denim, shoulders pulled rearward. His deep voice breaking the silence, "Antoine, Miss"

 

[Punk0x0Princess]

She looks up at him.she can see the lust in his eyes. She bites her plump lip in a teasing way. "you wanna give me a ride?" she asks running her finger down whis chest

 

[Algonquin100]

His lips motionless, as he turns, offering a hand to let her sit on the back of the vintage bike, straddling the leather seat...his foot triggers the ignition as the bike roars to life with a steady thumb.. He feels her icy hands press around his inward navel, nails slowly dragging over his exposed abs as her fingertips slip under the shirt, feeling her weight press closer, he flicks the stand back and accelerates into the street. The cold rush if air pushing his hair back. The bikes gaining tempo vibrating between their thighs as the course down the empty street. His guidance coming mentally from her as if he had instructed him on the route.

 

[Punk0x0Princess]

Her chest is pressed tightly against his back. The vibration between her legs making her wet. She claws lightly at his skin.

 

[Algonquin100]

He pulls into the alley way, the brick walls rising high...very industrial and old. Silence feels the air as the engine putters to a stop. His body relaxes rearward against her as his stance is no longer aggressive to pilot the bike. He feels her weight shift as she unsaddles. He turns slowly towards her cold beauty, his gaze following her eloquent lines.

 

[Punk0x0Princess]

She starts to walk away slowly. She tells him to follow just with a simple look over her sholder.

 

[Algonquin100]

His right foot settling the bikes stand as he leans it's weight to the support, slowly following without question...his gaze on the melody of her hips as he follows her inward. Feeling the air growing crisper, the light dimming as the echo of dripping water reflects off the tall brick walls. Her shape almost unrecognizable as the darkness grows as he steps further guided deeper by her voice.

 

[Punk0x0Princess]

She opens a door in one of the buildings and goes down the stairs knowing that he is right behind her. She enters a room that she has turned into her dark Fortress, it has everything she needs from medallions to extra blood to a large bed covered in black and blood red. She waited for him to enter before locking the door behind them

 

[Algonquin100]

The air was thick the lower he descended, as he pressed down from the last step and tried to adjust his vision, the audible signature of a lock was clear. Itechoed in the heavy silence. Turning slowly he could make out the shadowed figure he remained in the middle of the from. As he remained his eyes could make out the bed in the rear of the room. His nervous hands curled and relaxed against the die of his denim clad thighs

 

[Punk0x0Princess]

She walked up to him slowly her heels sounding very loud in the silent room. She could hear his breathing become heavy. When she got to where she was right in front of him she ran a cool finger down the side of his neck, she loved the way she could feel his pulse quicken under the slightest touch of her cold hands. She was close to him now. She was sure he could feel her cold breath on his neck.

 

[Algonquin100]

His hands trembled wanting o reach out and feel her form to explore the lift of her breasts, her slender neckline, widen hips.....his carotid pulsed as his jugular vein arched out from his neck, feeling her closeness he canted his neck slightly to the side. His body grew tense, nervous but erotic as he felt her move closer.

 

[Punk0x0Princess]

She put her hand on his chest, guiding him slowly backwards. His knees hit the bed and he was forced to sit. She straddled his lap. Her hands sliding up the front of his shirt and up his chest, dragging the shirt up as well.

 

[Algonquin100]

Her weight pressing into his lap as strong hands press to the bedding, seated...her knees pressing to either side of his thighs, her form pressing closer as her nails push under his t shirt. Eyes losing as her touch is electric...hitting every nerve ending the euphoria is brilliant. Leaning back further as she peels his tshirt off.....is eyes drinking in every delicious bit

 

[Punk0x0Princess]

She could feel him getting excited under her. She removed his shirt giving her better access to what she needed. She pressed herself against him. Leaning down she breathed in deeply the sent of his life force, the very substance keeping him alive. She lightly kissed up and down his neck looking for the perfect place where she could draw blood.

 

[Algonquin100]

Her intent unknown, as he felt the rocking of her covered sex pressing to his throbbing member, pulsing under the denim, it's shape pressing towards his pocket as his hands still limp as if they were chained to the bedding, awaiting her approval. Her touch so old, his body yearned for the warmth of two souls...but it was absent. Replaced by an uncontrolled lust and obedience

 

[Punk0x0Princess]

She ground down against growing bulge. She found his pulse point and bit down sinking her fangs into his neck. When a royal bites a human there isnt pain as there is when any other vampire bites someone. There is only pleasure. She tells him that he can touch her through the power she has over his mind. She sucks his blood slowly as if to savor it.