Sazaén © June 13, 2008
Disclaimer: This is my first submission in this category I hope it goes over well. It is a story that explores black lesbians, in a paranormal setting. If it is received well I will try to make this into a short series. Please enjoy! -SpicySynAmon-
Chapter 1: The Search
We appear in places that are hard to see. Make note of the things we miss from our other existence, then we go in for the kill. I'm still coping with the loss of what was and getting my mind attuned to what is. It's hard sometimes, knowing that I'll never be the same person again. I don't have anyone to blame but myself; I chose this life. My fate was set, from the first moment she appeared to me. I felt a prickle at the back of my neck the eerie kind that nags at you. What else could it have been but that? I couldn't help being drawn to her. Was it fate? Maybe, it's my destiny? Whatever it was it happened to me and then that was the end of normalcy as I knew it.
All my friends seem to think I'm losing my mind. I don't know right about now, I think they may be correct in their assumptions. Does it have to be this hard to find someone without having to appear desperate? Hopefully, the next time I agree to go hunting for a mate, they won't actually be something I want to throw up over. Oh well, I'll just have to settle for now on the mundane sorts that have been thrown my way. It's extremely hard to just go with the flow when you're still searching for the right one.
'There it was again'
, I thought. I had the strange feeling of hunger pains, but not a hunger for food. This was something that was beyond me in every sense of the word. How could I still have these human urges after so long in this life? What was missing from my life? The answer was soon to be revealed in due time, by an unthinkable character. At night, I often walked the dark silent streets pondering my thoughts of my existence. Tonight, of course, was no different than any other. The sounds of the city blared in a whimsical symphony around me without a hitch. The oblivious mortals around me knew nothing of my presence in their world. I watched as they continued to move through an abyss that swallows you whole in one bite.
Tonight, as I stalked my prey and waited to feast on the warm life blood of my next victim I was hurting. My nonexistent heart felt out of place. Then that's when I saw her, she was coming out of a building up ahead. I brought myself back into reality in the shadows of an alley and stepped out onto the street again. It was a chance but, I walked up to the woman I saw with caution. She was unaware of my presence at first, but when she felt me she turned around. I smiled, and my eyes lit up for her. I could smell her scent all over her body. She smirked at me and right then I knew I had her. I watched as she walked to me on steady feet. My breathing quickened a step and I was blown away by her completely. This woman that had such an aura of sensuality and confidence around her actually made me want her for my own.
She walked up to me and I read her thoughts as I had been taught by my sire. I listened to the workings of her mind, and paid attention to detail after detail of what she wasn't saying with her mouth. She wanted me that much was apparent. In turn, I was enthralled with her too. Finally, she was in touching distance of my body and I motioned for her to follow me.
"I'm Deserey, who are you gorgeous?" she asked of me. I knew from experience that if I spoke the connection would be broken. So, I just smiled and directed her to seclusion.
"Aren't you going to introduce yourself? Please speak to me." she pleaded.
I just motioned for her to continue to follow me with my head. Instead of asking anything again, she just went along where I lead. In a matter of moments I knew where she lived and that's where I took her. I couldn't take her to my home, not just yet. So, I let her think what she wanted and let her invite me into her apartment. Yes, the stigma about being invited into a mortal soul's home is true. I sat on her couch and allowed her to get comfortable. When she was accustomed to my presence, that's when I spoke.
"My name is Phalawn, Deserey and I want to show you what life is like with me. Are you willing to share that with me?" I asked her.
"What do you mean? I'll follow you anywhere and share anything as long as I can sample the goods." she replied with candor.
"You can sample what you please as long as I can do the same." I explained the deal to her with a smile.
"That sounds like a plan to me." she readily agreed.
I took off my leather coat and laid it on the back of the couch with gracefully fluid motions. It only took her moments to realize that I was undressing. She took her time to show off her body to me. Deserey was beautiful, and a delight I would enjoy immensely. She was tall with a chocolate complexion that was spread from head to tow evenly. Her eyes were slanted in that pacific island fashion that made you go gah-gah. I was mesmerized by her sweet voice from the moment we met. She had such powerful arms, well, as far as I could tell through her shirt. It became more apparent the minute her shirt came off. She was carrying around some impressive B-cups that stood out with arousal. I leered at her through lowered lashes doing my best not to make eye contact. Slowly, her hands moved to the buckle of her belt on her pants, and I felt my tongue snake out to tease the crease of my mouth. I felt myself begin to salivate at the thought of what the rest of her body would look like. Deserey teased me while pulling her trousers down over her hips and thighs. As she revealed little parts of her body my own senses were aroused even more. The instant her pants hit the floor, so did my jaw. She had these massively powerful legs and thighs that had me mesmerized. When that article of clothing fell into a pool on the floor, I could have died again. It was an amazing visualization for me.
"You like what you see, don't you?" she exclaimed and began pulling off her undershirt.
"Yes, I do actually. I'd like to see more of you." I quickly squealed.