Death's Obsession

by Avina St. Graves

I wonder what you taste like, my dark storm. Your whimpers are like a symphony of angels. What will your screams sound like? Lilith, my night monster, my perfect other, soon, you will be all mine.

Death comes in shadows in the light; it does not need to wait for the dark. For him, I will come as a hurricane.

“You cannot run from me, because I will catch you. You cannot hide from me, because I will find you. I have smelt your scent, let it linger on my skin, you are imprinted in my memory. You are mine, Lilith. There is nothing you can do to escape me.”

But if you ask me of my Lilith? I will tell you that she is everything. Every gust of wind, every fallen leaf, each drop of rain.”

“You look beautiful in your bed. But you are utterly breathtaking in mine.”

“When my dark storm summons me with the promise of letting me taste her, I come.”

“I know how much you loved having an extra pair of hands worship you. How would you feel with an extra cock to fuck you with?”