A Crimson Snow
Date: 12/3/2017, Categories: Seduction, Author: Adagio, Source: LushStories
Most fears are written in poems and prose. Many dreads holding little of the crimson snow. Oft times seeming aloof, but that is my nature, when a hybrid of two different spores. A little bit eccentric I may be, but a vampire, none the less. Her body and flesh fit me so fine, falling into a sleep as we slept ladled, after a robust entwining. Our lips touched as if a sensual frost and our tongues mated. We had the candles lit, because electricity failed to excite us. The enamel of her teeth had raked my cock, making me feel so sublime as I hymned and hawed a full-croon. At somewhat of a loss in our recent migration from the States to Norway, we were assimilating into our new home and lifestyle. Her Nordic fair skin was pale translucent. Her hair a nocturnal shade of night. Ebba was applying her facial foundation, without amplifying a loudness that would be gaudy. Her eyes were black and shining, with vertical slits for pupils. Something feral, with an amber glint....for hunting. Her voluptuousness, like a siren song when she spoke, left a scent.. Like the hot musk of junipers. At times she would taunt my cock with her seductive wishes as she seduced me without a troubling thought. The Norwegian winds were blowing and howling, as snow drifts melted outside the door. Temperatures were rising above freezing as I sipped my scarlet tea, and rays of the midnight sun shone through the blinds. Algae, with a pigment of crimson bled through the thawing snow, the spring now awakening with ...