Crimson Visions: Night Porter

His grunts were animalistic, almost growls. He had not much in the way of form, but his enthusiasm was unmatched, that much was for certain. If she were not as she was, Esther knew that she would have been sore in the morning. For all her lack of the knowledge of the equestrian arts, she rode her evening's choice with considerable skill. She read his body like a well-worn book, able to predict his reactions before even he knew what they would be. And so it was that she perfectly timed his volcanic orgasm with the sinking of her fangs into the jointure of his neck. His blood spurt hot and smooth into her waiting mouth, eliciting the more savage of purrs from the Daeva. The metallic tang sent her undead soul singing and she lapped and swallowed greedily. Esther had coitus-feeding down to a science and so fed until what's-his-name twitched and pulsed once more within her before passing out into a dreamless sleep.

Esther sat back with a toss of her dark hair and satisfied lick lips red as a rose, redder than blood. The wound, licked clean by Esther, had disappeared, his skin clean and unbroken once more. Her belly was fall and warm, though between her thighs was beginning to cool. Ick! Esther dismounted her unconscious supper and proceeded to clean and tidy herself before redressing to make her exit.

He had called her Rose, because she was "the prettiest flower in the place". Ha!

Even so, the velvety Daeva found herself murmuring as she exited the apartment complex under a sky threatening snow, "I have seen roses damasked, red and white/But no such roses see I in her cheeks..."