Nails were digging in like talons cutting into the flesh of his prey; he dragged his claws across the rough-sawn timbers. Only digging in deeper into the wooden beams for which he hung from high in the ceiling, above this Great Chamber of his Coven.
Maxwell reached out from the depths of his mind; to explore the memories and as well the most secretive desires of his newly turned Queen Regent’s mind. He deeply enjoyed these new experiences with her; to be able to tease her desires by his powers over her thoughts, tantalizing her imagination; how he molded her will to his wants and needs.
His hunger to taste of her only growing as each minute passed by, until those minutes became hour after hour of sweet torment. He yearned for the way she did his bidding without any knowledge of her surroundings or those that may or may not have seen her.
His leathery wings begin to twitch in time to the pulsing of the blood which flowed within her veins; with the grace of a ballet dancer he spread his leathery winged cape open. Releasing the death like grip on the timbers above, Maxwell dropped in silently behind his now most cherished Sired Queen. vV””””Vv
©2016 By: H. Dirk Macgrieve