Streams of Red
Written by CLIT
And so she floated outside the castle of one Princess Bubblegum. Under cover of night, Marceline's eyes drenched in want as she stared through the candy glass shield. The only separation between her and that pink craving, her mind narrating on through it all…
Her essence still captures the wind. As I breath deeply I feel her coursing through my veins. The pulsating urge of her varying array of pink hues igniting the thirst to drink her whole. Supple scientific skin, elongating streams of blush falling over courses and bounds of her slender rhythm, my one drive. I am following her as she moves. Her hips flowing with the unheard music of my lust. A wave of her hand she watches as her scientific incantations provide her with the depths of knowledge. Her head moves, waves of her hair gracing as her eyes seem to capture the moonlight. I quickly shade myself. Unseen to those captivating orbs with the ability to strike me with haunting fury.
The desire to graze my growing canines against her flesh, draping her form across my arms as I reach benath her to stroke the divine. And its her lips that I crave most. Those pink candied rubies as they smack and groan when she works thoroughly through the night. Ah, yes, the night. My domain. My prey as I quench for the hunt. She moves with a flow over her tables littered with test tubes, burners, smoke rising, the light from the flames reflecting from her soft skin. Her petite pink tongue slipping through the gap of her mouth as it calls to me silently,
"Taste me."
Harsh enticing mistress as that popping bubble gum hair cascading over those vibrant all knowing eyes. I've touched that engorged wet rebellious side. Those pale twilight finger tips caressing my every changing nightly mane. Moans succumbing but a whisper from her lips.
"More."
A smirk accompanies my lips, watching her as she seems to get frustrated. The sheer focus of her tantalizing methods as an eruption occurs on her laboratory table.
Such an elegant vocabulary flying from her lips that I will tear, penetrating deep into her underworld. Thrusting the windows open. The night drawing on my background as the fires of her table cease and she can only stand, caught in my gaze. Here, the pinkened hues shading to red by my touch, for she is my princess and I am her Vampire Queen.