Perverse Thirst: A Ghost Walkers Prelude

Chapter 1

     Goosebumps rippled across her skin as he stimulated the neuro-receptors underneath her flesh. His cold touch caused her nerve endings to perk up, and anticipate what would to be done with her. Four hands ran across her naked body while she closed her eyes, and drifted off into the ravishing. Her pumping heart burned her skin from within as their cold touch countered the feeling in an exciting way. Desire raged deep in her, making her mouth water. She had a craving for something she had never experienced before; she wanted to expose the complete sensuality of her partners. Each new touch would cause her body to chase after the feeling until she was distracted by the next. One after the other, her body chased every delightful feeling with an intoxicating rhythm. Greed created hypnosis, causing her to bathe in ecstasy with no concern for consequence. They were giving her what she wanted, and she wanted it bad.

     Pilo's perversion was his motivation. Ever since he recruited Demini, the hunt became very easy. Demini exuded sensuality. She was an object of desire, and her heart belonged to Pilo. His trap was her sexuality, and they set it perfectly. It took little effort to get the young women, between them, alone. With just the hint of interest, they were able to suck their victim far into a web of passion. They enticed with their looks, seduced with their words, and aroused with their touch. Every elegant sentence, coupled with a light, teasing touch, would steadily push a woman's knees far away from each other. When both of them commanded each ear of someone, there was no resisting. The way they fed off of each other made normal people starve to be a part of their attention.

     Listening to Demini speak in italics often made Pilo wish to be the man he used to be. He longed to hear her words for the first time. Even though his exposure had callused him to her seduction, he respected its power. There existed an unquenchable thirst within him. It captivated his whole being when its needs were being met, but it disgusted him. The need caused his tongue to tingle like a tiny lightning storm lived inside his mouth. It had a firm grasp on him. Once he got in the mood, and on the brink of getting what he wanted, Pilo wore blinders to anything else existing in the world. For the moment he held back. This part of him deserved its extension away from the seclusion in the back of his mind. He hated how good it made him feel.

     Engulfed in the feminine essence warming him like a heavy blanket, Pilo forgot all about the part of him wanting to fight his predicament. He became fully committed and entranced in the dance making the hair on the back of his neck stand at attention. All of his senses were on high alert. Swimming in the smell of each woman, he used his tongue to locate the sources of each fragrance. Shocks of pleasurable pain shot through their new addition's body, as he teased, lightly, with his teeth.

     The young woman, in between them, felt her innocence wash away with each drop of sweat. She knew there was no going back to the woman that didn't know the boundaries of her own satisfaction. Giving up control produced comfort in the domination she was now being controlled with. Her arousal gave her a false sense of security. Reaching out to Pilo, she grabbed him by the appendage neither one of the ladies had. Saliva glands worked overtime in her mouth as she thought about what she wanted to do with it. An obstacle of her getting what she wanted remained a secret.

     Pilo made the mistake of making eye contact with the woman he had just recently met. It was easy for him to get distracted by the soft gaze as lust dilated her pupils. They locked lips and kissed intensely. Lost in the connection, Pilo didn't protect himself, and ended up cutting her lip with his sharp tooth edge. She didn't retract back, and the blood mingled in with her saliva. Once the mixture hit the edge of his tongue, it drove him into a fever, and his chest burned. He gripped the sheets and tried to release his energy through his clenched fists.

     Pilo had successfully gotten rid of the part of him that second guessed these kind of activities. In this moment, there was a different debate going on within his head. He wanted to stick to the plan, but thirst consumed him, and he could hear the blood raging through her expanded veins. With the scent of blood in the air, Demini went against the plan. Opening her mouth wide, Demini exposed her fangs and bit down into the young ladies neck, paralyzing her in shock.