Marauder (succubus 2)

She lurks in the darkness waiting for her new prey.

Femme fatale was what she has been named.

Basking in the thrill of quite the title, she looks on hungrily.

They all pass one-by-one, but none to appease her taste,

None to drive away her hunger that devours her insides,

None to take away the guilt of last night’s feed.

Their shadows trail them distastefully,

From that thought, she could taste each one in her mouth,

And none has soothed her palatal buds.

She waited and anticipated begging for the hunger to be filled.

Then suddenly she smelt him, or felt him,

Or was it a ‘him’?

She could feel her senses heightened.

She felt the twig in her stomach broke,

She felt the fiend inside growl. And this was when she decided this was it.

She stepped out from behind the clouds

and with a smile painted on her face,

she unleashed her coy and flirtatious demeanour.