Imogen bore down on her quivering prey as hunger lurched in her empty gut. Their bodies writhed beneath the twilight, bare and beaming and tortured by every glittering star. This was a night like any other: Imogen needed to feed her evil soul.
The cold night air pricked at their nakedness, rivaling the fierce heat that emanated from their bodies and breath. Like the young captive in her clutches, Imogen felt like a prisoner. With hair balled tight in her fist, she yelled into the sky like a lover scorned. She screamed to the gods who watched down on her with eternal vengeance. Hunger moved through Imogen’s body like liquid tongues as she cursed the angels with their bloodied halos and judging stares. The louder she yelled, the more she resisted, the stronger the hunger became.
The emotions that once churned in her skullspace - fear, suffering, desperation - stared back at her through tear-filled eyes. But Imogen was now devoid of emotions; all she could feel was the insatiable urge to quell the beast within her.
Imogen could no longer resist the lethal pang within her belly. She sucked gently on the juicy pink lips that tantalized her. But a gentle kiss was not enough. Imogen slipped her scaly tongue into the girl’s pleading mouth. Her poisonous saliva mixed with the purity of the girl’s to create a concoction that was her life source. The fluid mingled in their mouths and the more Imogen sucked from the girl, the faster the hunger subsided. Soon, the girl’s thrusting dwindled and her fast-beating hard faded against Imogen’s tiny breasts.
The hunger was gone and Imogen’s needy soul was satisfied. Her pale cheeks beamed with a rosy glow as she slept soundly next to another dead virgin.
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