Her eyes draw me in and I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I was inspired so I had to write something.
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She opened her eyes and gazed upon him. Her icy blue eyes pierced deep into his soul, making his heart skip a beat. She knew she could seduce him with a word, her power had grown so strong over the centuries since her turning. But she also knew she had no need; her eyes, orbs of infinite blue, and her perfect, white skin, held all the enchantment she needed for any mortal man. He was already hers, and he didn’t even struggle.
“Soon, my prey,” she thought as she rant a long finger along his thigh. She could feel his blood pumping through every soft touch. His heart beat strong now, but she knew the blood was only lukewarm and not ready for her consumption. The best meal was one that was properly prepared. Lust was the secret ingredient; passion and desire made the blood sweet and nourishing. This was where she drew her power, and she was the master in her own kitchen.