Date: Sat, 7 Sep 2002 07:23:25 +0100
From: angelmichael <angelmichaeluk@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Awakening

	The girl was aware of nothing but the lambent flames in her mistress's
eyes as she was led, unresisting, into the centre of the bedroom. Shivers of
anticipation mixed with a delicious terror held her in thrall as she gazed into that
beautiful face, familiar emotion no longer to be discovered there, only an all
consuming hunger that she now knew it was her fate to satisfy. This was why she
had been chosen, this was what she in turn had chosen, to be utterly devoured
by this wonderful deadly creature she so desperately loved.
	Surrender was surely not enough; she must plunge joyfully without any
thought of survival into that maelstrom of fiery passion, losing herself in the
exquisite agony of the consummation that was about to take place.
All this Roz knew, as releasing her hands, Angel stepped back and slowly
moved her head from side to side in a sinuous weaving motion, letting free the
midnight glory of that living web of desire, letting it cascade around her luscious
naked body, a shining curtain of death already stirring in lascivious anticipation of
the tender offering now just out of reach.
	As if in some long ago choreographed measure, the victim responded,
lifting her arms high above her head, her own blonde tresses released in answer
to the call of their black counterparts. The fine golden threads cascaded over her
slim shoulders and down her body, the fragile silk of her gown retreating and
dissolving in obedience to the delicate touch, baring the fresh young flesh in
preparation for the sacrifice on the altar of unearthly desire.
	Her lithe body undulated in a gentle sensual rhythm as slowly she turned in
pirouette with hands clasped high, drawing up the firm young breasts as though in
offering, her fine spun golden hair swaying about the pale white flesh like
flickering candle glow, as dainty feet paced out the tight circle of a vestal
maiden's dance. As though it was just a moment ago when she had first received
and taken deep into her being Angel's command. 'You shall dance for us again.'
Trance like, she stared unseeing into the hungry eyes as closer and closer
she swayed towards the waiting snare surrounding the alabaster body of her
mistress, now displayed in magnificent allure, her black tresses floating wide and
high above her like a net as it leaves the hand of the fisherman.
	And like the sure thrown net, it took the catch deep into itself, cascading
over the dancer, weaving and twining around the slender limbs, the movement of
the dance serving to entangle the prey ever more surely in the enveloping
gossamer shroud, until within a second, totally bound and helpless, she was
drawn violently into the waiting arms and was swiftly and totally wrapped in
Angel's hungry embrace.
	Within the tightly bound web, Roz gasped at the suddenness of the attack,
every inch of her tender flesh feeling the sharp burning caress of the eager
filaments as they sought entrance into her, insinuating themselves into the very
pores of her delicate skin, coiling and weaving around her breasts and thighs,
massing at her intimate entrances, demanding admittance.
	Her body writhed in delicious agony as she felt Angel's hands grasp her
buttocks, the long talons sinking deep into the flesh, twin rivers of fire spreading
to her centre, igniting her own smouldering furnace as, helpless in her ecstasy,
she responded to the joy of the exquisite torture.
	She slumped against her captor, head back; her slender white throat bared
in offering and was not denied.
	Angel struck, mouth open wide, the erect fangs driving deep into her
victim, liquid fire spurting into the waiting veins as, forcing her mouth hard against
the tender flesh she worked her jaws to empty the swollen glands of their potent
venom.
	Restraint now forgotten, the smouldering appetite of decades, perhaps
even centuries was released from its cage as she took the girl deep into her with
an all consuming desire, drinking freely from her life spring while filling her with
her own powerful essence.
	With her long agile tongue she worried at the wounds, flooding them with
her sweet saliva blending it with the venom to form a delicious aphrodisiac
cocktail that took Roz down into a swirling pool of lascivious sensation then lifted
her to never before experienced heights of delight, where sun, moon and stars
revolved around her disembodied self in joyous exaltation.
	Then back into the clinging arms and the exquisite embrace of the living
cocoon, now pulsating and swelling deep inside her, filling her utterly as it greedily
drained her freely offered climatic flood as gradually she was emptied, until light
as air, she drifted in and out of reason, her mind as dreamy as her body in her
mistress's overpowering embrace.
	Then and only then did the hot mouth relax its avid grip of the tender
swollen flesh and with fangs now empty and withdrawn, it began to move
upwards over the soft skin of Roz's throat, working gently up over her jaw, never
losing contact as it sought her parted lips.
	Reaching her goal, Angel claimed it with her own, and let her mobile
tongue carry the first few drops of sweet nectar into the parched mouth, bathing
the delicate tissues with its moist caress. Drop followed drop, bathing the thirsty
tissues until a flicker of response brought immediate attention, the caress
quickening, the drops now a trickle as the agile carrier stimulated its sleeping
partner into an answering writhing dance of response.
	And so the kiss came alive. Sleeping beauty woke and began to drink, the
trickle becoming a flood as she searched avidly for the its source, delving deep
into the mouth feeding her, seeking out the mobile clinging tissue she
remembered so well from before, from whence came the powerful drug that had
carried her into this paradise.
	As her strength returned her arms wound tightly around Angel's neck, her
body beginning to press urgently into that of her captor. The sweet juice now
stimulated into full flood, filled her mouth and slid easily down her throat. Heat
suffused through her body, returning life to the very extremities of hands and feet,
and her fine blonde tendrils began to take on their own sinuous life as though in
imitation of their ebony neighbours.
	And as she had been invaded, so she replied with invasion of her own.
She felt Angel gasp with surprise as her skin was penetrated so easily by the
golden cloud wreathing around her, pushing aside her own black mesh as the
yellow strands infiltrated the black. For a moment there was resistance, the body
in her arms rigid, a marble statue of defiance, then came collapse as Angel's own
strength was subverted, turned against her as Roz took her fill from her erstwhile
captor.
	A red mist rose up in her brain, one great melodious chord rang in her ears
then as Roz broke the kiss she screamed with joy as she felt the sudden
movement as new formed weapons sprang erect in her wide open mouth. She
took aim and struck.
	Thus, swaying together in unearthly passion, hidden inside a writhing
cocoon of black and gold, did Roz and Angel find true celebration of their love in
the natural manner of their kind.
	For one, long and frustrating had been the search, for the other, the sweet
agony of the awakening had been all consuming. Tomorrow they must do battle,
but for now, as they drank from each other in unearthly bliss, true joy was theirs.