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.