“Turn around,” he said and she twirled around, her dark curls falling in front of her pale face.
“Is my body worth enough to spare his life?” she breathed. She leaned in, her face very close to his. When they made eye contact, she knew she had him. He pulled the string of her corset, loosening it.
“Undress,” he told her. His eyes were full of lust, which she fed off of. She kissed him, sucking some of that energy out of him. She unbuttoned the top of her tunic. She pulled it off and let it fall onto the floor. Her body was plump, the way men of those days found beautiful. The priest stood, drawn to her instantly. He found her breasts, feeling their weight in his hands. He kissed her, forcing her back and onto the desk. Ink stained her pale skin as his hands explored her body.
“My body is worth his pardon, is it not?” she whispered, feeling his desire for her.
“We’ll see how well you please me,” he said. He dropped his trousers and proceeded to ravage her plump, beautiful body. She drew the lust he felt for her out and took it into herself.
In the morning, Edwin of Kent was released to find the dark-haired sister he had met waiting for him.
“My dear sister,” he said, taking her hands, “I feel that I have you to thank for my release. You are truly an angel sent from God.”
Felicia raised an eyebrow. She was the farthest thing from an angel she could possibly think of.
“We must leave now,” she said, “In case the priest chooses to change his mind. I have a horse over yonder.”
The two rode away from the town. Months past, and every day Felicia fed from Edwin’s swelling heart, and grew more and more enamored by him. Finally one day as they sat together, she told him.
“Edwin… remember when you said I was your angel?” she asked.
“Of course, you still are,” the young man said.
“No… I am not… the truth is, I could never be your angel,” Felicia said quietly, “I… I am a demon. Oh, but Edwin, I love you! I knew the moment I saw you that I did! And… And I would never do anything to hurt you. And I’ve never protested your affinity to God.”
Edwin was shocked. He stared at her for a long time before he spoke.
“If you are a demon… why did you save me?” he asked.
“Because I loved you the moment I saw you,” she said.
Edwin was faced with a dilemma. As a man of God he was to rebuke demons and cast them out, but he had spent over three months with Felicia and was now madly in love with her.
“I… I cannot turn you away Felicia,” he admitted, “I am…unhappy that you lied to me, but you are still my angel and I love you so.”
Leon watched as time sped up and saw Felicia never aged, but Edwin grew old and died, leaving her sobbing at his bedside. Dominique tilted his head up for a moment.
“There is more to see mon amour,” she told him, “For many years later, I loved another. It was during what you called the Rennaissance.”
Dominique let a second drop of blood fall into the water and Leon again gazed into the shaken surface as some of the water spilled over the edge of the bowl. The image swirled like paint.
It was the era of great art. The dark-haired temptress had moved to the hub of the excitement in Italy. Her name was Marguerite in those days. She stood in the nude, posing for an unknown artist named Alfonso Lavinia. Marguerite had fallen in love with Italy in general. Love was plentiful and easy to come by. However, Alfonso was becoming her frequented and favorite artist.
“Are we almost finished for the day?” she asked, trying not to move, despite an itch on her nose.
“Si, si, mio tesoro bellisima,” he said, finishing the last details, “Finito!”
Marguerite walked around to the other side of the canvas and saw her figure captured in oil paints.
“Mmm… Tres bon ma cherie,” she whispered.
“Marguerite, you are the best model I have ever worked with,” Alfonso said.
“Kiss me,” she whispered, and he obliged her, quite willingly.
“I enjoy working with Monsieur Lavinia,” she whispered as they kissed. Italian men were great romancers. He kissed her neck softly, his hand on her waist.
“Marguerite… marry me,” Alfonso whispered, “I love you so. Now that the paintings are done… I fear I’ll never see you again. Are you going to return to France? Please, be my wife. I know I don’t make an enormous amount of money from my work, but I promise I will take care of you.”
Marguerite’s eyes began to fill with tears. She shook her head.
“I… I cannot,” she said.
“But why?” Alfonso asked, “You love me, don’t you?”
“Of course I do!” the dark-haired woman said, “That’s why.. I can’t. I just…”
“Is it because you’re not human Marguerite?” Alfonso asked. She squeaked in surprise.
“How? How could you know?” she began to cry.
“I’ve seen you in paintings from centuries ago mio tesoro bellisima,” he said, “I was always suspicious. But that doesn’t matter to me. I can tell you’re not malicious and you love me. And Marguerite… I love you. Marry me.”
He held out a simple golden ring. And she began to cry harder, throwing her arms around him.
“I will marry you Monsieur Lavinia,” she whispered, “I love you.”
“You will never be lacking love, bella Marguerite,” he whispered. He kissed her neck again. He began to kiss down her naked body, his fingers sliding down between her legs. Making love was their usual pastime after a painting session, but it seemed more passionate than ever before.
“Ah… Alfonso…” she shivered. She gasped more sharply as she felt his mouth on her breasts. He proceeded to suckle like an infant upon her breasts, causing panting and moans to escape her mouth. All the while his hand was busy between her legs.
“Mmm… you make my love juices flow mon amour,” she whispered shakily, “Make love to me Alfonso. It is your love that keeps me alive.”
“My beautiful bride,” he whispered, “If that is true, then you shall have more love than you can handle. I will love you every moment for the rest of my life, so you will never die.”
Leon saw their wedding. He saw her sincerity, and how absolutely in love they were. He saw Leon age to an old man, and die at age 63. He looked up at Dominique who was standing, looking away with tears in her eyes. Reliving the memories was painful for her.
“Dominique…” he whispered softly, standing to join her, “You are… alright?”
“No… I miss him…” she whispered. She felt Leon’s arms wrap around her gently.
“Pardonnez-moi,” he whispered, “I did not mean to make you think of painful things.”
They were silent for what seemed like an eternity until Leon spoke again, “You really did love him, didn’t you?”
“More than anything,” Dominique said, rubbing her eyes.
“But… how can you love me?” Leon asked.
“I love your heart Leon,” she said, “I can feel how much love you give to everyone and that is what attracts me. I promise you will be happy; if you only would give yourself to me.”
Leon looked unsure, looking down at her tear-stained face.
“You saw how I cared for my lovers. I will never let anything happen to you mon amour,” she whispered, leaning up and kissing along his jawline.
Leon couldn’t resist her charms anymore and began to kiss back. He kissed beneath her ear and she smiled, breathing in deeply.
“We’re not having sex in a chapel,” he whispered in her ear. Dominique had to laugh.
“So, you are Christian, mon amour?” she asked.
“Oui, but if Monsieur Edwin of Kent could love you, I think I can too,” Leon said, “Come with me. We’ll go to my apartment.”
The pale demon held onto her new lover’s arm as they walked down the street towards his home. She was completely in love with him, something she had thought would never happen again. After Alfonso’s death she was so
devastated that she isolated herself and grew very ill for almost a century. She then took to finding cheap, petty love to fulfill her needs. Real love satisfied her like nothing else, but it hurt so bad when she lost them. She was so lost in thought, she didn’t even notice that they had stopped and Leon was unlocking the door.
“It’s not much, but it’s comfy enough,” Leon said, leading her inside. He had barely closed the door when Dominique began to kiss him again.
“Leon.. I never thought I would love someone again,” she whispered as she kissed him. His fingers found the zipper of her dress and pulled it down. She let the blue material pool around her feet before she stepped out of it. Leon stared at her body. Though he had seen it three times before, during the spell, it was still stunning. She had curves in all the right places, and her breasts were the perfect size.
“Make love to me, Monsieur Lambert,” she whispered, “I promise I will do everything to make you happy.”
Leon lifted her and carried her into his bedroom. He laid her on the bed and leaned over her, one knee between her legs, pressed up against her black panties. He kissed her chest, his hands squeezing her breasts. His kisses traveled lower and he heard Dominique’s breathing begin to shake.
“You really are impossible to resist ma cherie,” he whispered, his tongue flicking out to taste her. Her body jumped and she gave a slight mewl.
“Please, make love to me,” she pleaded, “I need you mon amour. I need your love.” She got on her hands and knees and found the button of his pants, undoing it and pulling the zipper down. She gave a throaty moan, her hand rubbing over the bulge in his briefs.
“Is this for me?” she asked, looking up with a twinkle in her eyes.
“Dominique…” the Frenchman groaned. Her slender hands continued to rub over the uncomfortable bulge.
“Leon,” she whispered, “I love you.” She straddled his hips, rubbing her body against his. A wet spot was forming on her black panties.
“I don’t want to lose you,” she panted, “Pardonnez-moi.”
She kissed him deeply. Leon felt strange. Something was changing inside of him, and suddenly, he needed her, twice as much as before.
“What did you do?” he asked as he pushed her back on the bed.
“I am sorry, mon amour,” she whispered, “But I cannot bear to lose another lover. You are like me now. But we will feed off of each other. As long as you love me, and I love you, life will be perfect.”
“Dominique…” Leon looked angry, but she thrust her hips up, rubbing against him. His anger faded and he moaned.
She rolled over so he was beneath her and left wet kisses down his body.
“Do not worry mon amour, I know you are new,” she said, “I will take care of everything.
She slowly peeled his briefs down, tugging them lower. His need was growing with every second and her desire was escalating as he stared at her.
“Soon, we will be one,” she whispered, climbing over top of him. And as they were united, the two felt something that they thought perhaps they would never truly feel. Absolute pleasure, mixed with absolute peace.
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