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She eased into her apartment soaking in the
heat as it flashed across her chilled skin.
With a little twist of power, she turned on
the stereo sitting on the table in her dining
room. The room flooded with the blaring rock
and roll of AC/DC belting out You Shook
Me All Night Long. Her heart beat picked
up with the song as she removed the wet t-shirt
tossing it to the laundry pile in the corner.
Her hips wiggled with the beat as she shimmied
out of the tight wet skirt and added it to the
pile. She kept the heat set at a comfortable
one hundred and four degrees and it warmed her
while she removed her boots and peeled off her
ruined thigh-highs. Ever since becoming a Demon,
she couldn’t keep warm enough. That was
one of the few things she enjoyed when making
trips down there.
Naked, she danced around the room forgetting
her responsibilities and focusing on the thrumming
need between her legs. Her fingers smoothed
across the baby soft skin of her belly to the
nest of blond curls covering her sex. She rubbed
the hood of her clit with the pad of her fingertips,
arching into her hand, reaching for more friction.
The music, the heat, the sensations all swirled
in her head leading her down the wicked path
of self-indulgence she loved so much. She kneaded
her hard clit between her fingers rough like
she needed. Her moisture flooded her pussy,
coating her fingers.
Sensual energy buzzed through her blood as
her crest approached. The music pounded in her
veins heightening the pleasure. With her free
hand, she pinched and massaged her nipples alternating
between her breasts.
“Oh yes. Yes!”
As her body shook with a small tremor signaling
the imminent explosion, a cold freezing blast
struck her full force, halting her hands and
sensations.
Melody, five days. Five souls. Focus.
Harold’s voice in her head brought her
crashing back down. Once again denying the satisfaction
her soul screamed for.
“Aahh,” she snarled in frustration.
“Harold, you are such a prick.”
Now cold and disappointed, she headed for the
shower. Time to dress for the mission and get
a damn soul. While she showered, she contemplated
where she would hunt for a victim today. The
seven deadly sins weren’t hard to find.
She lived in Charlotte after all. And with Halloween
approaching, lots of parties with costumed revelers
engaging in all sorts of depraved activities
were in abundance. In fact, she’d overhead
a group of people talking about a new club in
town.
Hmmm. What was the name of it? Dungeon
something. A new BDSM club. That ought to be
interesting. Melody sat down in front of
her computer to do a little search to find what
she needed.
“If you want Blood, you’ve got
it.”
