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The Altar Cave
They come to feed on her, creatures dark and shrouded in
mystery. They drink her blood, delicately drawing the
precious liquid through tiny punctures made by needle-sharp teeth.
They keep her alive, taking her blood sparingly in frequent ceremonious
gatherings. Between these times she mostly sleeps, exhausted
and weak. When they return to feed, she stirs.
The first bite floods her system with a potent sexual stimulant and each
successive bite brings her alive with a fevered passion she can neither
understand nor control.
As they feed, they stroke and caress her with their delicate hands and
penetrate her sexually with their long, sinuous tongues. They
feed together, each choosing a different place on her body.
They desire her blood not for itself but for hormones contained within -
hormones produced by her prolonged and heightened arousal.
Addicted to her pleasure, they sip the nectar from her throbbing veins as
they skilfully, slowly, inflame her passions to delirious heights once
more.
Copyright © 2000 Julian Renard.
julian975@yahoo.com
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