"An isolophile's collection of Fantasies & Phantasms contains tales of hypnotic whispers of twinkling dreams, fluttering to creation in mind's unknown crevices as manifestation of creatures in God's mind, dreamt while cradled in the arms of sleepy i...
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"...let go…" My sirenical voice caressed the sailor's ear, entrancing him to relinquish the struggle. "Surrender...my friend, surrender."
I pushed my weight atop of his, bemiring him to the sea bed; as my claws curled around the sides of his waist-puncturing the soft flesh, while the scarlet ink swirled and dissipated sinfully in the obsidian depths.
My lips kissed the lobe of his ear, "It's alright. Let go and stay with me…stay with me, just like your brothers." as my eyes traced the surrounding rotten skeletal pieces, half embedded ornamentally in the begrimed ocean floor, gradually decaying from years of infestation…the broken bones once covered by the supple flesh and...blood…
My eyes rolled to the back of my head, in remembrance of that sweet nectar running through the human veins; instinctually my tongue escaped the prison of my lips, readily lapping at the grungy waters tinged with the metallic flavour of the sailor's blood.
The sailor I had managed to lure, after months of distasteful but needful feeding from the sea creatures…
My eyes snapped open as I remembered the obstinately struggling man in my loving embrace; the residual taste of iron on my tongue spiked my long simmering desperation, as I roughly slammed my scaly tail to restrain the incessant lurching of his legs.
"Give up already!" I snapped at him shrilly, my abound agitation veiled thinly as my patience waned with each and every passing moment. Although I preferred my victims—no,my friends—to willingly surrender and be peaceful when I fed off them, having a struggling human is any night better than having none.
I dislodged both my claws from the man's waist and dragged them up to his neck, encircling it with bare restraint; I could snap his soft fragile neck and put him to sleep instantly—but oh, the delicate warmth in the blood of an alive victim is...aphrodisiac.
With my one hand, I fisted his hair and tugged back his head, arching his neck towards me in a sacred offering; as my other, brushed the floating strands away from his pulsing vein. I bit my lip, as I stared at the man lying pliantly in my grip, and a giggle emerged through my throat creating bubbles in the murky water. I had yearned for this moment for months: to have a human again to feed from.
And so, unable to elongate this cherished moment even for a few more seconds, I opened my mouth and lunged, eagerly embedding my fangs in his pulsing vein...and drank the intoxicating nectar, sipping and savouring it drop-by-drop.
A shudder of unadulterated gustatory delight whizzed through my body, enlivening my very being, as the cherry liquid of my lovely minute's kill pacified my ever flaming desire for at least a year;
before I surfaced again, for my next victim—oops, I mean, my friend…
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