Courtesy of Deviant ArtHe was going to make it easy on her. They all did. It never mattered how big or strong they were, in the end, they all willingly surrendered.
Her mother always said beauty belied many ugly things. The unpleasing and vile internal always hidden by the alluring and attractive external. In the history of mankind, beauty was the most effective weapon and mask. She was guarded when it came to beautiful packages for she was one of them and only she knew what lied beneath her gossamer exterior. Yes, beauty belied many ugly things. She often thought of her mother at times like this and wished she were here. Long gone, small bones in a wooden box six feet under were the only things left of her now, yet she could still unearth her smell of lavender and gentle voice.
"God you're beautiful. Yes, yes, yes!" Genuflecting before her, he busily clicked away in manic frenzy as if unable to fully capture the essence of what or who she was. At first meet, he was struck by her milky white skin juxtaposed against her vivid mop of pink and black hair. That she was a child of the night and declined daytime shoots only added to her arresting quality and mystery. And they all willingly bowed to her wishes.
In time, she became his favorite model, the one most sought after, the one he lusted after for months to no avail. She never mixed business with pleasure but tonight would be the exception. She would finally give him what he wanted and she was going to take from him what she needed. She had tired of his incessant, overbearing adulation and tonight she was going to feast.
After the shoot, they went for drinks and eventually ended up at his place, on his bed, his hunger unquenchable. Finally spent, he fell soundly asleep giving her time to reflect and regret at the things she had to do to survive. She whispered a faint apology at what she was about to do and drew her body closer to him. She kissed him gently, the wet, cool pleasure of her tongue on his earlobes giving way to an open sacrificial neck; his moan momentarily quieted by the entrance of two fangs. And like all the others he didn’t put up a fight. He willingly surrendered; they all did. And it never mattered how big or strong they were, in the end, lust always trumped all.