“She wasn’t real. She was a wispy cloud moving slowly through life, passing through solid objects, unable to be hurt, and hurting nothing. She liked being a cloud. She wanted to stay in this state forever. She felt wonderful. No, she felt better than wonderful. She felt superb and delicious. She was hungry, though, starved for food and thirsty beyond words. But there was something else she wanted; a man. And not just any man, but a vampire who had carried her on his back, then brought her safely... to Egypt, like a parable of old. Her mind seemed to drift in and out of rational thoughts, but what else would a cloud do? She had a memory of pain across her back and another kind of pain over the surface of parts of her body: her hands, her arms, even her feet. All that pain was gone. She floated. She felt something else as well, a steady pulsing of power that tasted like the vampire she wanted, weighted maleness, dragged down by serious responsibility and guilt and rage. All that weightiness often turned inward into a kind of self-loathing that the vampire could only release while he had her on a platform forcing her legs apart.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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