When blood flows like wine...
Your essence is mine....
Just one sweet kiss...
and a night of bliss...
reason will fade..
feel free to enter in....
and let the games begin...


Circe Ebonshadow sat in front of a large full length mirror with gold trim around the edges.

The vampiress took a comb, the same color of the silvery moon, and began the process of brushing out her long ebony colored locks. Once she was finished, she secured her hair into a bun on the top of her head, held firmly into place by the grip of a hair claw that had gathered the luxorious length in a pile on the top of her head.

Her skin was pale, and seemed to glow ever so slightly under the light of the moon that kissed her skin as she sat in the chair at her vanity within the Cathedral of Blood.

She got up, taking a look at her long red form fitting dress in the mirror and opted for a change of clothes.

Moving in a slow methodic rythym towards the closet, she opened it up, surverying her many choices. She stripped out of her dress.

She chose a violet colored dress that complimented her dark eyes much better, slipping it over her curves. She looked into the mirror again as she smoothed out the folds of the dress, with its low neckline which showed off her ample clevage, and the high side slits, which allowed for freedom of movement and showed off her shapely legs to the world.

Circe smiled a bit, as she stepped out into the Cathedral, which was a church turned nightclub. It was a bitterly wicked ironic idea, and she absolutely loved that she and Theron had managed to procur it.

Circe began to leave her private chambers, for those of Theron.


When I look into your eyes,
I simply cant disguise,
the longing and desire,
you've kindled like a fire,
Your voice a soft caress,
You move with such finesse,
I cant escape this bliss,
I am lost each time we kiss


Theron Nightshadow was seated in his private chambers, listening to classical music play. He heard the gentle footfalls behind him which he knew had to belong to Circe. He smiled, and remained where he was, looking ahead of him as she entered the room.


Circe was beautiful. She stirred longings within his blood, and his loins that were unlike anything he had before felt in the presense of any woman. With her there was no need to be in control. He liked to lay back, and simply enjoy the ride, and let her do the steering.


Theron inclined his neck in a submissive gesture, showing Theron he was all hers, to have and hold, and use and abuse in any fashion she saw fit.


Circe grabbed Theron by the back of the neck, sliding her fangs into the neck of the other vampire as she brushed away his long dark hair, so it would not get in the way.


Theron closed his violet colored eyes and swooned from the pleasure of her drinking from him. He opened them, and turned in her direction, his eyes feasting on her as he looked at her with a hungry, passionate wanting gaze.


Circe drank only a sip from Theron, one hand supporting his neck as she drank her large full breasts pressed up against his back, her free hand sliding over his crotch, the gesture a teasing and tormenting one, demanding he sing her praises before tasting any of her sweetness.

"Oh god, Circe..." Theron said lowly as that hand wandered over his bulging manhood.

"Yes?" Circe giggled and then moved away, beginning to walk away from Theron after she knew that she had stirred a craving for her within him.